A young woman infiltrates the secretive world of the Hwarang, driven by a mysterious agenda that unravels to reveal her shocking quest for revenge in the face of her brother's demise.
A K-drama-inspired Fanfiction
Guccitaenation original work.
The next morning, my heart raced with anticipation as I prepared to meet my long-lost sister, Ah-rho. Standing at the designated meeting spot, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was a moment I had dreamed of, yet a part of me hesitated to reveal my true identity just yet.
As Ah-rho approached, her presence captivating and her features unfamiliar, I observed her with a sense of awe. She possessed an air of elegance and grace, her eyes filled with curiosity and an innate kindness that warmed my heart.
"Excuse me," I spoke up, my voice gentle and tentative, "Are you Ah-rho?
Ah-rho turned towards me, her gaze searching, and a soft smile formed on her lips. "Yes, that's me," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "May I ask who you are?"
At that moment, a myriad of emotions surged within me. I yearned to embrace her, to reveal the truth and share the bond that fate had finally brought together. But a small voice within me whispered to be patient, to savor this moment and understand her before exposing our shared past.
With a smile that held both joy and restraint, I introduced myself simply as a friend. "I'm Da-eun," I said, my voice steady despite the excitement within. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ah-rho. I've heard wonderful things about you."
Ah-rho's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Da-Eun," she replied, her voice warm. "It's nice to meet you too. I'm grateful for your kind words."
As we spent the day together, our conversation flowed effortlessly, and laughter filled the air. I cherished every moment, watching Ah-rho's gestures, hearing her stories, and discovering the person she had become. I felt a profound connection with her, and yet, a bittersweet ache tugged at my heart, knowing that I held the key to unlocking our shared history.
But for now, I chose to embrace the present, to forge a genuine bond with Ah-rho based on our current connection. It was an opportunity to understand her, to be there for her, and to witness her growth without the burden of our complicated past.
To be honest, working with Ah-rho made my work easier and more fun. Her stories had some magic that no one would interrupt her until she finished it. She made every silly story interesting by adding a little pixie to it.
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It was evening, we really didn't have any work, Ah-Rho had gone out of palace to bring some of her clothes in her house, Gwang-Tae was busy setting the questions for the hwarangs for their upcoming test.
As I strolled through the palace grounds, a mischievous idea crossed my mind when I stumbled upon the training area. There, I witnessed Danse, the strict and disciplined Hwarang, teaching sword skills with utmost precision. His voice echoed with authority as he instructed Han-sung, who stood before him.
