Jo Yoon Woo X Reader | A Hwarang Fanfic

Confessions |Part 1

If you read the preview this is the second part of confessions  hope u like ;)

so for those who are wandering about your 'father' please read carefully some clues about him being alive might still be clear, although it makes no sense, since he's dead. just keep on reading ;)

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I hoped Hansung would be at his house, instead of, Dan se...i really didn't want that awkward encounter again. Especially after that day. I sighed and knocked on the handle, Hansung came out weary and sad, 'So...im sorry, about the other day' he said, 'what about the other day?' i asked confused, 'You're father, he...died.' he said, 'What do you mean?' i asked, 'He's not dead he's at my house right now.' i stated. 'Yes, but-' he began, 'No, Hansung? Are you okay? You seem a big weird lately, first you think that my father is dead, when he is living at home right now, then you dont even bother to come see me lately.' I said.

Hansung showed me a stressed, and confused expression creased on his face. It was hard to understand what it meant.'Hansung.' I said, he did not face me. 'Hansung!' i said louder but still he did not face me. 'Why would you think my father was dead, that's such a cruel joke.' I said getting angry, 'I know you like to tease, but really! That's just horrible.' I said, 'Hansung!' i yelled. He ignored eye contact. I groaned, and stormed off. As i walked down the village streets. Someone grabbed me, and soon i was surrounded by darkness.

I opened my eyes, my arms, hurt, i tried to speak, but something like fabric gagged me. I was scared, i squirmed around, trying to untie myself from what looked like ropes. I fell back in defeat. I was stuck. I was going to die. My eyes pricked with tears, i cried, til i heard heavy footsteps, someone grabbed my cheeks, forced me to face them. An ugly evil looking man, hovered over me. Grimacing. 'What a pretty sight you are.' he said, guffawing. 'What a price you will sell for.' he said, and smiled, sell? He was going to sell me!

Then i saw my father he stood behind the man, and laid a hand on his shoulder. 'f-fagher!' i gagged, he knelt down in front of me. Then pulled off the wig, that i had thought was my fathers hair, and before stood a bald man. So...he really was dead? This man wasn't my father. I felt angry, no mad, they killed my father. 'So, i suppose you had mistaken me for your sad excuse for a father. Bastard old man.' he laughed, i moved around and fidgeted trying to untie myself. 

'Oh such a stupid girl you are. Willing to allow anyone to enter your house at night.' he laughed, bitterly. He removed a blade from his slash, and lifted up my chin, i felt it pierce into my skin and dig deeper, until blood began to fall. I winced in pain. I was going to die.

Why now? Was this the end?

Then i shut my eyes tight embracing the pain that had to come.

Though i felt nothing. I opened my eyes, to see the man slashed in the back falling backwards. 

Then the other man from earlier removed his own jagged knife going towards me. 

I tried to move away, as he stepped forward. Closer, Closer...i shut my eyes. Ready for what had to come. Then suddenly i heard a loud groan and a thump. I opened my eyes to see the man had fallen beside me, i screamed in horror as i saw blood surrounding him, i shifted, away from the pool of blood. I looked up and saw there a Yeo wool. I screamed, i began to cry , 'Shh shh.' he cooed, he knelt down, and got out his knife, i stopped fidgeting. as he cut the ropes free without effort and ripped off the fabric that was used to gagg me. 

I fell on him and cried in his arms. Which i had always felt safe in. He looked at me in my face holding my cheeks. 'Are you okay? Did he do anything.' he asked, his face creased with worry, anger, and frustration. 'Nevermind that, lets go.' he said, he carried my on his back. and he ran as fast as he could. 

He stopped at the forest areas. He breathed heavily and put me down gently. 'What happened?' he asked, 'I-i don't know...' i said, breaking out in  tears again, his face began to show deeply concerned, and regret. He embraced me, and we sat there for a bit, then he pulled us apart, and wiped the tears off my face. 

'Im sorry, i let that happen to you.' he said, 'It's my fault. I should have been  there with you.' he said, 'If i had stayed longer...' he began, then i heard a choke in his words, like he was about to cry. Then he leaned in, 'I thought i would loose you.' he said, he moved towards my face, and leaning in. He kissed me. 

We stayed like that for a while, til' he pulled away, and lay me in his arms. I snuggled in, then slowly i fell alsleep.

I had woken up, with him carrying me...in his arms. cradling me like a baby. His strong arms wrapped around me. Tightly. Secure, i felt. Safe. I felt haven in his arms, safe and secure, protected, and guarded. 

This time, the roped that tugged each side of my heart, the voices that argued in my head. It was all calm. It was quiet.

I fell deeper, letting myself fall. Into what i now knew was-

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