Sunrise

As Yoongi kept on watching the dawn, the presence of Min Joo adjacent to him felt shockingly consoling. Her presence carried a feeling of quietness to the tumultuous world he knew, and he wound up valuing her quiet aura.

Be that as it may, his dream was interfered with when Min Joo out of nowhere stood up, getting over the residue from her clothing. Alarmed by her activities, Yoongi went to take a gander at her, his look meeting her delicate grin. She talked delicately, making sense of that she expected to get back to her wide open before supper, consequently she needed to leave.

The disclosure left Yoongi astounded. He couldn't resist the opportunity to inquire, "You don't live close by?" Min Joo shook her head trying to claim ignorance, motioning towards the contrary side of the hill. Her home lay that way, and the acknowledgment that they resided completely different left Yoongi feeling a blend of frustration and interest.

Interest got the better of him, and he ended up looking toward the path Min Joo had shown, pondering her life and the world she had a place with. Yet, before he could accumulate his contemplations to ask her more, Min Joo's figure was at that point getting away from him. She waved at him delicately, her grin actually present yet touched with a dash of despairing. "Be careful and farewell," she mumbled.

Yoongi needed to stop her, to request that she stay somewhat longer, to unwind the mystery that she had become in his life. Be that as it may, he found himself unfit to shape the words, his feelings getting in his throat. As Min Joo pivoted and began slipping the hill, his genuine an ache of misfortune.

As she moved farther away, Yoongi watched her figure subside into the distance, the sun projecting a brilliant shine around her. At that time, he understood that her flight had made a permanent imprint on him. A yearning for her presence waited in his heart, and he realize that this opportunity experience with Min Joo had blended something profound inside him — a longing for association, recovery, and the commitment of an alternate sort of future.

As the sun ascended higher overhead, enlightening the way Min Joo had taken, Yoongi felt a freshly discovered feeling of direction mixing inside him. He was unable to make sense of it, yet he realize that their ways had crossed for an explanation, and still up in the air to uncover the meaning of their gathering. With a recharged feeling of resolve, he turned his look back to the skyline, where the sun washed the world in its warm hug, an image of trust that appeared to reflect the promising sign that Min Joo had brought into his life.

As Yoongi rode back to his dynasty, he was unable to shake off the waiting contemplations of Min Joo. Her presence had made a permanent imprint on him, and he wound up replaying the minutes they had shared on the hill. He absentmindedly stroked his fingertips on the place where she had been sitting, as though attempting to clutch the memory of her presence.

A shock of acknowledgment woke up him from his dream, and he immediately shook his head, attempting to recover full cognizance. The experience with Min Joo had mixed something inside him, something he couldn't exactly fathom. As he rode back, her picture played like a slideshow to him — her brown luxurious hair flowing down her shoulders, her warm chocolaty spheres that held a gleam of understanding, and her delicate grin that appeared to contact her eyes, leaving him entranced.

"Min Joo," he murmured faintly, relishing the manner in which her name felt all the rage. Her name had become carved into his cognizance, a tune that resounded inside him. He ended up grinning as he reviewed how her lips bended into that weak grin, her eyes scrunching up in charm as she had grinned at him. It was an uncommon sight in his life, and he treasured the memory sincerely.

His speed stimulated as he kicked his pony, the thrill of the ride reflecting the pleasure he had an outlook on the possibility of one more person without precedent for his life. The walls he had developed around himself appeared to disintegrate, accounting for this recently discovered feeling he had never experienced.

As time passes, Yoongi's heart appeared to pulsate in a state of harmony with the musical hooves of his pony. He was unable to make sense of the force Min Joo had on him, yet he realize that she had stirred something lethargic inside him. The haziness that had covered his reality for such a long time appeared to withdraw in her presence, supplanted by the illumination of trust and the chance of reclamation.

As he approached his tradition, Yoongi realize that he was a changed man. The experience with Min Joo had shown him a way of self-disclosure, one that he was unable to disregard or deny any more. The picture of her grin and her name reverberated to him, impelling him forward with a recently discovered reason — to disentangle the riddle of Kang Min Joo and maybe find the recovery he never believed was conceivable.

As Min Joo hurried down the slope, her contemplations were consumed by the experience with Yoongi. Her genuine light, her psyche actually replaying the grin he had presented to her. Her pony welcomed her with a delicate nestle as she arrived at it, and she tapped its head lovingly prior to taking care of it some food.

Bouncing on her pony, she moved towards the contrary side of the slope, anxious to get back to her wide open prior to night fell. The memory of arriving at the ridge and extending her arms in charm as the virus breeze kissed her face streaked through her brain. In any case, that snapshot of euphoria was interfered with when her eyes fell on a pony somewhere far off, it was in good company to flag that she.

Her mindful advances drove her nearer to the figure, and she found a man with dark outfit fallen on the ground. Concerned, she sat close to him and called out, "Sir, are you okay?" There was no prompt reaction, yet she saw a slight development in his body, demonstrating that he may rest. She delicately shook him, wanting to stir him, yet at the same time, he stayed inert.

Not set in stone to help, Min Joo took out her water pocket and sprinkled some water on the man's face. He mixed in his rest, and his face changed in her course. As she looked nearer, a pant got away from her lips when she saw the red scar that crossed his right eye. She shrouded her mouth in shock, perceiving the scar from the tales she had known about the dreaded leader of the Min Line.

Brushing her fingers gently on the scar, she murmured to herself, "Say thanks to God it's not fresh." Her alleviation was substantial, as seeing the scar mixed both apprehension and interest inside her. She had heard stories of the Distraught King with the scar, and finding him oblivious on the hill felt like a strange bit of destiny.

At that time, she went with a choice — to help him. Notwithstanding the bits of hearsay and stories encompassing him, Min Joo saw an alternate side of the dreaded ruler. She saw weakness and a gleam of humankind underneath the exterior of savagery.

Sincerely, she kept on sprinkling water all over until he at last started to recover awareness. As he moved, Min Joo really wanted to ponder the man behind the scar, the person who had suddenly entered her life and blended a hurricane of feelings inside her.

Min Joo's anxiety for the man with the scarred eye overwhelmed any apprehension or dithering that could have emerged from his way of life as the dreaded leader of the Min Tradition. She looked around, wanting to find something to awaken him, yet her endeavors demonstrated pointless. Dreading for his prosperity, she surged down the slope to her pony to gather a few food and water for him.

As she rose the slope indeed, she was shocked to find the man sitting on the ground, holding his head. She noticed him briefly, her heart throbbing at his weak state. With no doubts, she murmured in solace as he at last mixed and woke up. Her earthy colored eyes met his, and she really wanted to mumble with certifiable alleviation, "Thank god you are conscious."

At that time, Min Joo decided to set to the side any assumptions about the man. She saw the aggravation and disarray in his eyes, and the chance of peril appeared to be far off. Her caring nature directed her choice, helping her to remember the qualities her dad had shown her — to help those in need paying little mind to what their identity was.

As the recollections of their short experience replayed to her, Min Joo discovered herself feeling a blend of interest and lament. She understood that in her scramble to help him, she hadn't even asked his name. "Umm gosh, I didn't actually ask his name," she said, feeling a twinge of responsibility for not appropriately presenting herself.

In any case, she immediately shook off the lament, perceiving that her expectation had been overall good — to offer some assistance to an individual person. "Indeed, what would it be advisable for me I say, God bless him," she shrugged her shoulders, asserting her choice to help the puzzling man out of luck.

With a feeling of happiness and satisfaction in her heart, Min Joo quietly strolled back towards her open country, her considerations actually waiting on the experience. She was unable to foresee what was in store held, however she realize that she had followed up on consideration and sympathy, which carried a feeling of harmony to her spirit.

As she wandered once more into her reality, the memory of the man with the scar would remain with her, a sign of the unforeseen associations that life could bring and the decisions that could shape the course of their interlaced predeterminations. Thus, with a reestablished feeling of direction, Min Joo forged ahead with her way, anxious to see where this unexpected experience would lead.