#xvhassel

for @xvhassel

he’s not a particularly nice person. that much has always been evident. han yunjo is—if we were to take a rough estimate—79% good. but nice? not nice. not enough to jump at the sound of any distress, human or otherwise. not enough to be “better” in his parents’ eyes. and definitely, definitely, not enough to come to the rescue of any ol’ conflict on the streets.

but sel, sweet sel and his bountiful head of curls and all things good and nice and excluding spice. sel, the idiot that has yet to learn to leave well enough alone (since when was settling high school disputes on the hero itinerary??) and went straight for the lion’s den.

picture this, real time: hassel holstein approaching a group of iljins (rough guess? by the makeup? the atmosphere? probably) with what yunjo can assume to be the best look of assertion possible for someone whose part-time job growing up was turning into adorable cuddle sized pokemonanimals. han yunjo stands a good few feet (and growing) away, uncharacteristically hopeful at 20 years for a reversal or even a sudden change of heart.

swerve! swerve!!!! yunjo thinks. “what do you guys think you’re doing??” sel says.

                                                    “and who the fuck are you?”