Hi readers, it's my first VSOO historical fanfiction. This book is pure fictional unrelated to anyone or any incident...Mark it it's pure imagination nothing related to ancient history.
I wrote this based on my imagination and unrelated to any Korea...
It's weekend day, many soldiers went out while some where present in military camp.
After searching few scrolls in record room I went to stable where my precious horse Gomma was waiting for me since last week.
I was so happy for meeting my precious black horse Gomma cause ofcourse it has been a week I leave Gomma under someone else care.
I miss him, my only family after master.
" I am sorry Gomma...I was not able to meet you everyday, but I promise I will meet you every weekend "Gomma snickers monstrously saying yes which made me smile cutely at his gesture.
I crease his long silky wavy hair's and then his back where I used to sat whenever I felt alone which happened many times.
I was all alone in this world, no one was there to soothe me, to support me, to care for me. The last person who was, also left me.
And whenever I think about that I felt lonely but looking at gomma a feeling tugged that I am not lonely cause they are looking over me.
They are always there for me.
" Gomma, you think I will able to find the real betrayal " I ask Gomma who nods his head leading me to smile again.
" What if I died in process " I ask Gomma who nuzzles his head in my neck leading me to giggles at ticklish sensation.
" I am sorry, I am sorry... I am always with you...okk " Once again I lovingly pat Gomma's head.
After meeting Gomma, I walked back to market in search of some cloth shop where I could cross change my attire back to, where I can add my cute mustache too.
I think I look cute with mustache.
Walking all alone in crowded market caughting many eyes as I was wearing beautiful plain white hanbok with simple flowery design on it.
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My hair's where open unlike the way I tied them in bun in military camp.
As wind was blowing my hair's where flowing as well, giving me more lively and elegant look.
I loves to wear such attire than those dark colours men hanbok. I feel myself in it the very Kim Jisoo.
I was walking and only walking until I spot one cloth shop in whole market.
Turning my steps towards it, I feel like someone following me, feels someone stares on me.
Averting my gaze I spot quite familiar person walking closer to me checking me from head to toe.
