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۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ；十

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Choi y/n shook her head slowly muttering another 'ani' under her breath.
Han-sung sighed, a frown gently creasing his face. He glanced at the other boys kicking the water and yelling gaily to each other.
"If I go, will you go with me?" Han-sung asked, smiling cheekily.
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y/n softly drummed her fingers against the mahogany table, eyes deeply focused on the book laid before her.

The boys of Hwarang were at their desks, either reading the assigned poem or completing the short paragraphical summery on it's symbolism. Those who had completed the task early exchanged thoughts or advice to one other in a low whisper.

y/n lifted her gaze slightly, glancing around the schoolroom at the hard-working boys. Her eyes rested on Han-sung who was studying the happening of the outside. He bit his bottom lip softly, huffing heavily through his delicate nose.

She gave an amused chuckled, shaking her head before returning her attention to the book of poems set before her.

A breeze from the outside ran throughout the schoolroom, refreshing all and drawing their attentions to the windows. The sun shone teasingly, beckoning those within to come and enjoy her heat. The wind ravished the air, cooling off those working outside. The smell of summer lingered in the atmosphere.

y/n closed her book softly, fixating her gaze on those before her. "How far are you into the assignment?"

There was a jumble of answers thrown at y/n all at once. She chuckled, holding her hand up, beckoning for silence. "Have you at least finished the reading?"

A defiant 'yes, teacher-nim' echoed through the entire room. y/n nodded gently, rising to her feet and straightening her dull colored hanbok. "Alright, we'll finish the writing tomorrow," she said, repositioning her shirt's cuff, "I want everyone up. We'll take the rest of the time at the river."

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The shallow stream outside Seon Moon ran lazily, crashing against rocks and sparkling like diamonds from the sun's rays. She laughed and bubbled merrily her sweet rhythm, inviting all to her watery bed with bare feet.

The boys laughed giddily, splashing one another with the water. Some sat on the large stones, their pants rolled up and feet submerged. They all talked with one another, joking or pushing each other childishly into the stream.

y/n herself chuckled softly, sitting in the grassy area, a small smile tugging at her lip. She had previously traded her long skirt for pants, making it easier to wad around in. Her attention fell on the boisterous Hwarang. Happy smiles painted on their pretty faces as they bathed in the sunlight and water.

Han-sung stealthily crept up. She turned, watching him as he gathered up his uniformed hanbok and sat next to her. He smiled brightly at y/n, coffee eyes alight with life and youth.

y/n returned the smile, gently, returning her gaze to the stream overflowing with Hwarang. "I thought you'd be with Yeo-wool," she said quietly, picking at the grass near her.
Han-sung shook his head. "No, I wanna sit with you, Noona."

y/n smiled at the compliment, collecting her feet to sit criss-crossed. "Did you start the book I gave you yesterday?" She inquired, glancing at the flower boy while her hands played with a blade of grass.

The boy nodded eagerly, shifting his entire self to face his teacher. "It's fascinating how the Harappen poetry is different from our own," he said in absolute awe, "The way they describe love and all things pertaining to it is absolutely beautiful."

y/n nodded, smiling softly, happy he was enjoying the book.
"But you didn't finish it, right?" Han-sung asked blinking slowly and biting his plump bottom lip.
"Ani," she answered, rubbing the back of her neck, "I got though half of it at least. But it's fine, Han-sung, you ought to finish it first."

The younger nodded slightly, glancing at the stream. "Are you going to dip your feet in or something?"

Choi y/n shook her head slowly muttering another 'ani' under her breath. Han-sung sighed, a frown gently creasing his face. He glanced at the other boys kicking the water and yelling gaily to each other. "If I go, will you go with me?" Han-sung asked, smiling cheekily.

She chuckled running her fingers through her short cinnamon hair. "No," y/n replied, smirking at the boy.

"Please Noona."

His eyes grew large, completely enrapturing the teacher's own pair. Han-sung pouted, pulling his succulent lower lip between his teeth, sucking dependently on the skin.

y/n inhaled sharply, slowly rising to her feet and pulling off her flats. "Fine," she muttered under her breath, "I'll go to the river with you."
Han-sung sprung up like a toy and immediately back hugged y/n, saying 'thank you's' repeatedly.

Her entire body impulsively stiffened at the sudden contact from the other, not knowing what to feel or expect. Her eyes widened as she glanced gently at the Hwarang.

"Yeah, you're welcome," she muttered awkwardly, tapping his hand gently.

God, she couldn't remember the last time she was hugged by anyone . . .

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