Hello! I'm thinking about your cached AU again and I was wondering, what is Yoojin's relationship with Song Taewon with like? Because their relationship in canon (at least up to where I've read) is heavily influenced by the fact that Yoojin is an F rank who holds power over S Ranks, making him both a threat and someone to protect. Does Taewon just go red alert whenever Yoojin around now? Does Yoojin keep trying to be friends with him? Does Taewon find that terrifying?
HAHAHAHAHHA. OH BOY. THIS SURE IS A QUESTION THAT HAS AN ANSWER. a very long answer so i'm putting it under a cut. thanks for waiting and im sorry if its incoherent its like 6ish local time. or maybe not im not very concerned wth reading clocks rn
(on ao3)
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Be careful.
Taewon had wondered, when he received that message from Sung Hyunjae, if it was some sort of joke. A sly way of telling him heâd made trouble somewhere and heâd better prepare for the incoming paperwork, perhaps. The fact that it had been encoded suggested some degree of seriousness to it, but it was vague enough that heâd dismissed it and gotten ready for this long-delayed meeting.
Taewon locks eyes with Han Yoojin and is immediately struck by the complete lack of fear he finds there. So much so that he barely notices when Sung Hyunjae crushes his car with the breezy efficiency of a compactor.
And even as Sung Hyunjae gets out of his own car, even as he turns that amused, glittering gaze onto Han Yoojin, no apprehension sparks to life. No nerves. Just a cool, faintly disappointed look that he turns on the Seseong Guild Leader.
It stops the man in his tracks. Song Taewon blinks at Sung Hyunjae, faint smile frozen on his face, and looks back at Han Yoojin, whoâs gazing at him now with a welcoming smile on his face.
âŠSo that was a real warning, then.
Surely it canât be for what Taewon thinks it is.
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Taewon was told Han Yoojin was an A-rank. While the Hunter Association staff had confirmed his stats were well within standard range, theyâd also made no secret of gossiping about how even the A-rank heâd come in with had looked vaguely spooked. How Han Yoojin carried himself with that unthinking confidence and grace all S-ranks had. How, when Seok Gimyeong had gone to personally take him through the registration process, Han Yoojinâs expression had gone flat and stony, and while heâd cooperated, something in his demeanor had had everyone around him going quiet and hurrying through the steps as fast as possible.
What it boils down to, in the end, is a sense that heâs not what he seems.
What Taewon thinks it is, quite simply, is a high-rank fear-inducing skill. Han Yoojin has no reason to claim heâs lower-ranked than he actually is, not when being higher-ranked would mean getting fast-tracked to a much better lifestyle than what he had before.
What Taewon realizes upon meeting Han Yoojin is that either he was very, very wrong about the other manâs ambition (or lack thereof, as it happens), or that the fear induction skill is far more potent than anyone let on.
âChief Song-nim?â
Taewon stares at Han Yoojin. Heâs merely standing there with a bag of instant coffee in hand, gazing at Taewon over his shoulder, and yet, if Taewonâs phone was in his hand right now, heâd probably have crushed it. As it is, he realizes distantly, his nails are digging little crescents into his palms. âHan Yoojin-ssi,â he gets out, and then stalls immediately.
Heâd come here with the assumption that Han Yoojin was an A-rank. Which means all his questions (I wanted to check, are you safe, are you being pressured, why did such a high-rank monster appear in a dungeon with only two S-ranks in it and how did you kill it anyway?) were tailored for an A-rank. For someone that needed protection.
Is something wrong, heâd wanted to ask.
Is something wrong with you? is what his mind supplies now.
âAre youâalright,â he manages eventually.
Han Yoojin stares back at him, fingers tensing faintly around the bag as Taewon speaks. âI⊠yes? Why wouldnât I be?â
ââŠWith⊠the Babarâs appearance in that last dungeon.â It gets easier to speak once heâs started. âAnd all the higher-ranks youâve been around lately. Iâd understand if you were feelingâstressed, or strained.â
âAh.â Han Yoojin relaxes. âNo, Iâm alright. Itâs been quite busy, but Iâve adjusted well enough, I think. Thank you for your concern.â
Truth, Taewon thinks. He seems too confident for it to be anything but. But how can that be? To face an SS-rank monster as a supposed A-rankâ
âAre you sure?â
Han Yoojin glances at him out of the corner of his eye. The tension isnât back, but thereâs a frown tugging at his lips. Taewon forcibly uncurls the fists his hands have balled into, and continues. He needs a reference. He needs to know what Han Yoojin looks like when heâs lying. âThe Babar alone was an SS-rank, and you may have had your brother and ward with you, but even then, facing such a monster as an A-rankââ
And there it is, the slightest creases around his eyes, how he looks down and to the side slightly before meeting Taewonâs gaze once more, lips thinning into a line. Taewonâs so busy thinking over their conversation so far, matching these markers against whatâs been said, that he doesnât realize what heâs sayingâ
ââŠseeing them fight⊠They may be your family, but theyâre S-ranks before that. Which makes them dangerous, more than you knowââ
Until itâs too late.
âWhat are you trying to say, Chief Song-nim?â Han Yoojin asks, letting go of the bag of coffee and turning to face him properly. His voice has taken on a sharp edge, and Taewon steps backwards before he even consciously acknowledges the sound. Han Yoojin just steps forward to match, bringing him dangerously closeâ âIf thereâs a point to this, Iâd like if you couldââ
Taewon has a hand around his throat.
Han Yoojin raises a hand (touching? grabbing?). Seize his wrist, twist his arm, shift the grip on his neck, until Han Yoojin is pinned face-down against the counter, cheek pressed against its surface.
Then Taewon realizes heâd moved to begin with.
ââŠWhat are you doing?â
Han Yoojinâs flat question kills Taewonâs hasty apology before it can even leave his mouth. His grip tightens instead of loosening. Some quiet part of his brain is counting out the handful of people and low-rank Hunters present in the building today. A much louder part of his mind says heâs testing the hold.
Han Yoojin flexes his hand again, shifting easily even in Taewonâs grip, and heâ
He panics.
Looting flares, black not-smoke wreathing his fingers and Han Yoojinâs limbs. Vague surprise flickers over Han Yoojinâs face before his eyes rise to a point in the air before himself, likely checking his status window. Whatever he sees there has his eyes widening sharply.
And then, all at once, something closes off in his face, and he goes limp.
A different kind of alarm spikes through the white-out fear in Taewonâs mind and he tilts his head to get a better look at Han Yoojinâs face. Thereâs a tightness around his eyes, still, lips pressed together like heâs bracing for something. But when those eyes flick up to meet Taewonâs stare, thereâs also a dull sort of⊠familiarity?
No, not familiarity.
Resignation.
Taewon feels sick. He all but rips his hands off Han Yoojin, backing away hastily. Thereâs already shadows on his skin where Taewonâs fingers had pressed against it. Thereâll be bruises there by tonight. Earlier, even, becauseâhow long had he had Looting active?
He canât remember. He canât remember the last time he lost control like that. His stomach twists. He feels sick.
Han Yoojin still hasnât moved. Taewon tries to remember how tightly he was gripping his neck.
And then Han Yoojin slowly, slowly draws his arm to his side again, pushes off the counter with his other hand, and straightens back up. A pause. Then he turns, just a little, so he can look at Taewon.
They stare at each other in silence like that for a moment.
Then, in a thin voice: âInteresting skill you have there.â
Taewonâs breath catches. Han Yoojin doesnât seem to notice as he tilts his head slightly and opens his mouth again.
âWhyâd you stop?â
âŠ
Taewonâ
Taewon leaves, after that.
He doesnât remember what he says. What he does. Han Yoojin has a knack for disabling his rational mind, it seems.
What he does know is this: that Han Yoojinâs voice, when he asked that question, was genuinely curious. Perhaps even a little pleading.
What he does know, looking back, is that Han Yoojin didnât try to pull away. He shifted in Taewonâs hold, yes, and in his panic Taewon overreacted. But he never tried to break free.
(What Taewon doesnât know if he wants to know is this:
How does a man like Han Yoojin end up feeling resignation?)
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