Jo Yoon Woo X Reader | A Hwarang Fanfic

She's Bro/ken

It had been a few days since Hansung died. and Yeo wool hated himself more than ever. Now he was gone, there was no point of being angry at him. Since he was dead, he was now angry at myself, for even being alive. 'I wish it had been me...not him...who had gotten stabbed' he cried to himself one day, he regretted waking up every morning, with the image of his friend's limp body on the floor. The life drained out of his eyes. Those eyes which once were lively and happy.

He was the most genuinely happy man in Silla said by many who knew him, although...Yeo wool hadn't been that close to him, he still remembered the days we were hwarang. I couldn't bring myself to tell y/n what happened. I would hate and regret making her cry. Though i had too...no one else would, i was the only one who would explain it. Time was flying like the birds in the sky, even that day the sky too was grey and cloudy. It seemed it too mourned Hansungs death.

Nothing felt the same without him. 

It was horrible especially since Y/n didn't know, at all about it. 

The days continued still without her knowing, until she found out herself. She developed a strong hate towards Sunwoo. She felt like he betrayed her. He tried to apologize but in the end all he could do was watch as she cried days on end about Hansung. She rarely talked with anyone, inlcluding Yeo wool. Who she felt had betrayed her as well, for not telling her everything. 

Imagine the guilt that scorned him, and doubt of not telling her. Let alone letting her find out about the death herself made him feel even worse. 

Everyday she visited his grave. She often ended falling asleep on the grass where his body lay, underneath. 'H-hansung...i'm sorry, i-i...i'm a horrible friend...' she cried, out. 'I-if...o-only, i could have been there...i-i-...i would have done something!! But now...you must ahte me because...i-i'm too late...' she hit her fists on the dirt crying out into the sky.

'I miss you...' she sobbed. Holding what left she had of her best friend. The small gift he had gotten her, she treasured that charm everyday. 

'Y/n...' a voice spoke above her. Before she could get up. Someone had hugged her from behind.

'Mian...hamnida' The strong arms held on tightly to her. As if she felt she would leave him.

Y/n couldn't think. She pushed him away, getting up and wiping her tears. 'If you were sorry...YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED HIM!' She screamed at the man. Dan se's mouth was dry, he tried to speak, but for a while nothing came out

Y/n stared down at him. 'YOU KILLED HIM! YOU'RE A MONSTER!' She screamed. He looked down, and tears pricked his eyes. He was hurt...Y/n was too. Though the sad tuth was what she couldn't accept.

'Jebal...yongseo haejuseyo...' he said once again. Daring not to face her eyes. Y/n felt so angry, as she grabbed a rock that lay on the ground. Threatening to hit him with it. 'Ggeojyeo!' she said, walking closer. He kneeled on the ground. 'M-Mianhae...'  he repeated. 'Are you deaf! I said kkeojyeo!!!!' She threw the rock at him. Not holding back the tears that were now streaming down her face.

'JUGELLE!!?' She screamed. Picking up another rock. Before she could throw it, someone grabbed her hand. 'Stop.' he said, y/n turned around, facing Yeo wool. Who had a stern look on his face. Dan se, rubbed his hands, pleading for her forgiveness of the girl that broke his heart...the same girl that caused him to cry every night because he knew he would never receive her love. Even once. 

He looked at his hands, and felt the part of which the rock had hit. Looking at his hands, which were bloody red. Dripping down his face, vision left him, as he fell to the ground. The bruises...they were getting to him.

He got up, knowing what she said, she didn't want him here...and he deserved it. It was his fault. 'Let go!' yelled y/n pulling on her hand. Yeo wool, lifted her hand. As she struggled, he held on. 'LET ME GOO!' She cried, trying to unravel from his grip. Still...he kept on. 'No...y/n...this isn't you...' he said, he couldn't believe that...she...could do this. 

'Hansung...he's dead...there's nothing...we can do...I know...Dan se...he didn't mean to...' he gulped. It was hard saying this but the truth hurt more and she knew it. 'Then...then why...did he do it!' she screamed. 'He didn't mean to kill Hansung...it was Hansung, who jumped in front of the sword...to save Sunwoo...' Y/n looked at her hands, so this was the real truth of his death? Knowing it she felt horrible. Remembering the times Dan se had been abused because of Hansung...he loved Hansung...but it seemed all she could think of was the fact he was the one holding the sword. She looked at her hands Scars Scraped with blood from the sharp rocks she threw and Dan se. She looked in the direction in which Dan se once stood. Only too see him now lying on the ground. 

She felt horrible, looking at the man. 'DAN SE!' Yelled Yeo wool, rushing to aid him. Y/n stood and watched. Im...the monster...n-not him...Im a monster...im the monster...im the monster IM THE MONSTER IM THE MONSTERIMTHEMONSTERIMTHEMONSTERIMTHEMONSTER I KILLED HANSUNG!

 She repeated to herself, guilt overtook her, as she remembered the face of her best friend. 'If it wasn't for me...he would still be here...' she broke. 

She couldn't think straight. Looking at the bloody rock in her hand. Without a second thought she cut her neck, Blood pouring out, Dirtying her Hanbok. 

'Mianhae...Hansung...' she said, smiling to herself. All she could hear were the voice of Yeo wool...all she could feel were his strong arms. Though all she saw was the corpse of her best friend. Pointing in her direction. Through her head the words rang, on and on. 

'You killed Hansung.'

I know...

'You killed you're best friend.'

I know...

'You're a monster'

I...am...

'Y/n i know you're thinking...this was all you're fault...and you're a monster but you're not. 

'S-so...Don't ever say that ever...again.' 

'None of this was you're fault...i know...it hurts...but this was not you're fault...' Tears pricked Yeo wool's eyes, as i he held back. 'I love you y/n...and...so doed Hansung. He wouldn't want his noona and best friend getting hurt' He turned to look at the girl he carried in his arms. Tear drops fell down her cheeks and he wiped them away. Placing a peck on her forehead. he sniffled, wiping his own tears. 

It seems she heard his voice...even through all that.

'So...don't cry...anymore...' he croaked.

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sorry i haven't updated in a while...i know this chapter is pretty sad, but i recommend 100% if you don't like this sad shit please go read my Hyungsik X Reader Fanfic, or my Bts fanfic Suga X reader. I felt pretty sad writing this...i was gonna make it super sad, but something was like 'NAHHH BISH U BEST NOT MAKE THIS INTO SOME DEPRESSED EMO SHIT. LIKE YOU DONE WITH THAT FASE!' so i made it a bit more less depressing. 

So i recommend those two fanfics, i think they're a good break from this lol, BUT I STILL RECOMMEND THIS THOUGH! 

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