Hwarang x foreigner!reader
You walked in the dark, passing the sacred place Najeong with your hood up. Your bare feet in the cold grass and your jacket dragging over the ground as sounds of fighting filled the air. You frowned and walked towards the sounds, seeing a few men fighting. Footsteps and shouting echoed over the fighting sounds and your eyes widen as you turned to run only to be pulled back by 2 guards. They had surrounded you and the fighting men. Not much later, you were tied to poles and your hood was ripped off. Your (h/l) (h/c) messy hair was revealed; as well as your (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes. The guards stared at you in shock.
“What? Never seen a foreigner woman with pants?” You snapped and the guards frowned, scoffing at your attitude. You groaned and you mumbled something in your own language, making all the guys look at you. You glared at them and they turned away from you, except one. A younger looking man was still staring at you.
“You look so different...” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes, ignoring his comment and looked around. You were very sleepy as it was, so you let yourself fall asleep slowly.
When you woke up again, you saw someone in front of you with water in his hand. Before you could say anything, the water was splashed into your face. You shook your head and sighed.
“Everytime...” You mumbled as an elder man started to talk, but you didn’t pay attention. That was until you were tied to a chair. Your sleeves slipped and your tattoo was revealed, making the guard pause as he saw it.
“What? Seen that before?” You asked with a smug expression as the guard froze again. The man that was talking earlier made his way towards you with a frown. He grabbed your arm and pulled it towards him, pulling the sleeve up.
“Ah... The famous Rebel. A foreigner who travels from country to country, causing alot of trouble. Never thought it could be a woman.” The man said and you scoffed, pulling your arm out of his grip and hiding your tattoo. He leaned closer to say something, but you simply spit in his face.
“I’ll be glad to torture you.” He spat before a man ran towards him whispered something in the man’s ear. The elder frowned at this and looked back at me.
“The queen wants you as Hwarang. All of you can choose.” “So, if we sign to be a Hwarang we will be released?” One of the captured people asked and the elder man nodded. They all started to shout to be released; except for you, a young boy that was tied in a chair next to you and a man that wore a very cold expression. Then the boy next to me shouted to be released as well and you scrunched up your nose.
“Release me as well!” You shouted and a guard untied you. You quickly “signed” and leaving.
You stood in front of the Hwarang residence in the same outfit as every other boy. Well, you were girl but still...The gates were opened Master Wi Hwa -, you had only recently learned his name, shouted something and everyone started walking inside. When we were inside, everyone stood in front of a small table and small glasses were placed on it. You raised a brow in confusion.
“We have to drink?” You silently questioned and indeed you had. Master Wi Hwa counted every drink you had to drink and you scoffed when you downed the first glass.
“I’ve had worse...” You mumbled, downing the second glass. You, a guy named Yeo-Wool and a guy called Ji-Dwi seemed to be fine with drinking the liquor while others didn’t... Han Sung, who you recognized from Najeong, who stood next to you was not handling the liquor well. By his second or third glass, he was literally telling the glass to stop moving. Same could be said about all the other Hwarangs. After every glass was downed, Master Wi Hwa told us to collect our room card. You picked your card out of the box. A gray card with a red string.
The rest of the night went quiet for you as you had also talked to Master Wi Hwa about the fact that you didn’t need to shower with your room. When the night had fallen, you walked into your room and dropped on one of the beds. The room you slept in was okay; beside the fact that you slept in the same room as a flirt, a random guy from the West, the son of Master Ahnji and 2 archenemies... Okay, this is going to be harder then you thought.
At, what you guessed was around 5 am, someone woke you up. More specifically 2 boys. Ban-ryu and Su-ho.
“Why are the fighting?” You asked, getting up and Yeo-Wool looked down from his bed.
“Well, darling~” “Don’t call me that.” You snapped and he smirked, waving his fan.
“Well, they’re enemies. It’s what’s supposed to happen.” Yeo-Wool said and you rolled your eyes, standing up.
“I’m going to shower, don’ t kill... You know what, I’m not even going to bother.” You mumbled, walking off with your clothes. You left the room and were met with every other Hwarang. They were all staring at you, but you ignored it and walked past them all.
“(y/n)!!!” Someone yelled your name and you turned around. Of course it was Han Sung.
“Hello, Han Sung...” You mumbled and he smiled brightly as he reached you.
“I was wondering... Where are you from?” He asked and you smiled.
“I’m from (y/c). It’s far from here.” You explained and he smiled brightly again.
“So you know other cultures and languages?” He asked and you nodded.
“You have to teach me!” He exclaimed, clinging to your arm like a little kid. You pulled your arm out of his grip and he pouted. ‘Cute...’ You thought, smiling at the boy.
“Maybe some day...” You said, patting Han Sung’s head softly and he smiled.
“Promise?” “Promise.” You said and he held out his hand. You chuckled and linked your pinky with his before pressing your thumb against his. He cheered and did a weird dance, smiling.
“You promised!” He exclaimed before running off to god knows where, leaving you confused. You shrugged it off and went to the shower. After you were done, you walked out with a towel around yourself. You then proceeded to take your clothes, going back in the showers to dress. When you finished, you dried your hair. You moved back to the dorm and sat down, looking at the rest. "So, who won?"
