Fist Meets Fate [Hwoarang X oc]

Chapter 2: Echoes of the Past

The crimson hues of dawn painted the city skyline as Hwoarang and Seo-An strolled through the quiet streets, finding solace in the brief moments of peace the morning offered. The Mishima Zaibatsu's looming presence seemed more distant at this hour, replaced by a sense of intimacy that only the early hours could provide.

Seo-An's petite frame contrasted with Hwoarang's taller, more imposing stature as they walked side by side. Her black hair, flowing freely in the morning breeze, glistened with a hint of midnight blue. As the sunlight kissed her light skin, it revealed a subtle glow that spoke of vitality and strength.

They reached a small park where cherry blossoms adorned the landscape, their petals dancing in the gentle wind. Hwoarang found a secluded spot beneath a blossoming tree, the soft pink petals forming a delicate canopy above them.

Seo-An gracefully seated herself on a bench, and Hwoarang couldn't help but admire the serenity that radiated from her. The morning sun accentuated the warmth in her dark-brownish eyes, and a contented smile graced her red-tinted lips.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Hwoarang willingly took a stroll in the park," Seo-An remarked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Hwoarang leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, don't get used to it. I just figured it's better than waking up to the sound of street brawls."

Seo-An chuckled, her laughter harmonizing with the soft rustle of cherry blossom leaves. "You're not as tough as you pretend to be."

Hwoarang's expression softened, his gaze fixed on her. "Maybe not, but I've got you to keep me in check."

As they basked in the tranquility of the morning, Hwoarang couldn't shake a lingering question that had surfaced during their conversation. The Mishima Zaibatsu's influence weighed heavily on their lives, and Hwoarang knew that the past held secrets that could shape their future.

"Seo-An," he began, his voice cautious, "there's something I've been meaning to ask. About your family, your past. I know we don't talk about it much, but..."

Seo-An's expression became contemplative, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. "Hwoarang, there are things in my past that I've chosen to leave behind. But if you want to know, I trust you enough to share."

The delicate balance of their morning was disrupted by the weight of unspoken histories. Hwoarang, determined to unravel the mystery that shrouded Seo-An's past, took her hand in his—a silent promise that whatever secrets emerged, they would face them together.

As the cherry blossoms continued their dance overhead, the couple found themselves entwined in a journey that transcended the boundaries of love and loyalty.