"I've got your belts" Hoon exclaimed not reading the air. "Huh, belts"? Yoongi quickly questioned hoping to get away from their previous conversation. "Taehyung, show them." He bounced up his tone returned to normal "Ok!" He pointed at his sword belt. "This way to don't have to physically carry your sword." Hoon says handing Yoongi and Hoseok their belts. As the slide their swords into the belt, Hoon gives details about it. "No one can take your sword from behind..." This went on for a bit.
"Hoon, I think we've learned about everything." Hoseok interrupts. Hoon smiles "I apologize, I guess I got too carried away. I'll prepare everyone some lunch before your trip." He disappears again leaving the three boys alone.
"Wait Yoongi, you're telling me you're the oldest here AND the shortest?" Taehyung laughed, Hoseok joined in. "Shush! Just because I am short doesn't mean anything!" Yoongi exclaimed. Hoon returned with food chuckling. "He really is short isn't he." He places down the bowls of soup in front of the younger boys. "Teach, you too?" Yoongi shouted. At this point everyone was laughing. Is this what they dub the calm before the storm?...
Hoon waved the boys goodbye as they left the Dojo. "The calm before the storm as ended. Be ready for a wild ride." Yoongi says. "Ok... but can we get something to drink? My mouth is dry." Hoseok complains. "How is your mouth dry? We just had soup." Taehyung laughed. Yoongi smiled, knowing that may be the last time for a while.
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"Guys, it's getting dark. We should find a place to stay." Taehyung worries. "What are you scared of the dark? We don't have any money. No place will let us stay there for free." Hoseok responds. "My sis-, my old house is up ahead, we could stay there for the night." Taehyung suggests. They all nod.
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Scar | m.yg
FanfictionMin Yoongi, a swordsman in training, gained a scar from his enemy Cho Kwan. After training with his master A Hoon, he's ready to get revenge. Along the way Yoongi discovers sinister family secrets, others who seek revenge, and possibly the love of h...