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Han-sung was silent for a moment before dropping his hands. However, his eyes remained clamped shut for fear of accidentally coming across another repeat of before. He inhaled deeply, recollecting his bearing.
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» [ author-nim ] «

one week later...

Drops of clear, clean water coming in a torrent fell from the crude shower head and onto the bare front of y/n.

She exhaled softly through her nose before leaning her head forward, the warm water drenching her face and dampening her short hair. y/n hummed in pleasure as the heat relaxed her tense muscles.

The crickets chirped loudly outside into the silent evening air. Hwarang was closed up for the evening; the boys all ushered into their rooms, awaiting sleep. Or if such desire could not be attained, they wandered around outside, clearing their minds. However, this was not commonly preformed.

Other than that, everything was peaceful in Hwarang, though y/n wished she could say the same about her own mind. She pondered her actions throughout the day. Teaching the boys had become more of a hobby than a duty. They all had a complete change in attitude after the fallout. Not one of them were failing now and y/n had actually become an aquatinted with a few of the boys.

Yeo-wool especially. He offered his help to y/n whenever he could and that was usually when the she would return books to Hwarang's large library. Yes, Yeo-wool was quite a help. And by help, she meant Yeo-wool continually fanning himself with the greatest of charisma and shooting the breeze with y/n. Occasionally, he would place books on shelves with her but Yeo-wool mostly contributed moral support.

Of course, y/n wasn't new to this boy. She heard of him plenty. He, along with Kim Soo-ho and Park Ban-ryu, were always the talk of the Capital. Constantly being raved by their handsomeness and what not. Girls practically fainted when any of the three entered any room. What would happen if all three were in the same room...oh god, y/n didn't want to think of it.

She huffed swiftly, lathering herself in soap. Her mind drifted to another scene of that day. y/n and Ah-ro were perched in one of the balconies, carefully watching the Hwarang diligently train in front of them. They were all paired up and sparring one another with fashioned wooden swords. Each boy's attention was dedicated to his opponent, trying their best to out-wit him. After all, with two women spectating the fighting, no one would want to step falsely and make a complete fool of himself.