younghoon’s shoulder is throbbing, a continuous and constant twinge as he drags his feet across the ground. he grimaces as he tries to roll it– the muscles shrieking in protest as he lets out a quiet curse as he staggers out of the way of someone. ignores the strange look his haggard appearance is given as he tucks himself close to the wall– braces himself before he lets his body drop to the ground in a crouch.
he pays no mind to the occasional stranger that crosses his path– doesn’t even flinch at the stares they give him, whatever they are. sympathy, curiosity, disgust– he’s seen it all. doesn’t bother him anymore– not like it used to. as long as they keep quiet.
rubbing at the spot on his shoulder– right where he was slammed into the corner from the recoil of a small homemade bomb. it’s scrap metal now, a failure to match the other bunch of test subjects that tried and couldn’t quite get it. younghoon will have to start again, but it’s fine. learned behavior; now don’t stay too close– add a few more meters of distance. it’s all about trial and error. sure, he’s sporting probably a bruised shoulder and a few more cuts on his face, a scrape on his elbow, but that’s monumentally better than some other experimental tries with his explosives.
grunting, he slips a finger under the edge of his eye patch and scratches, tugging his finger away to see dirt swiped onto his finger; whether it’s from his skin under his eye or already on his hand, he doesn’t know. the sight of it makes him grumble, wiping it on his pant leg as he tilts his head back with a long suffering sigh. shuts his eyes for a moment, then wills the pain to lessen. just a bit. just so he can make it back to his apartment without wanting to yell and kick something every four feet.
he idles for a bit, lets the cool air brush over his cheeks and his nose. he shudders from a breeze and tucks his jacket around him closer; he needs a new one– the padding inside is beginning to tear from use; it’s losing warmth gradually, and it’s far too cold lately for that. getting sick would be the worst– he hates the sniffles.
with a long groan, he shuts his eyes and stretches his legs out– feeling the tell tale tension near his knee and a cramp beginning to come. it’s…not the best idea, because younghoon doesn’t look. and the timing of his leg stretching out matches the same time another body moves to step past him– and he kicks into them, by accident this time, he swears.
“oh, shit.” he scowls, his boot scraping against the ground so he can drag it back to his body. he wraps his arms around his bent leg, tilting his head up to stare at the person. “sorry ‘bout your leg. wasn’t lookin’, but apparently, neither were you.” he thumbs at his nose, the skin pringling with pain from touching skin too close to an open wound.
to note !! content warnings are as followed: minor blood and violence mention, language, minor child neglect and child abuse mention. approach with caution!
“hi, younghoon. i think we’ll start with…the basics today. can you tell me how your life growing up was? you weren’t always with eunshik.”
hah, what a question. life was…well, it was okay. dad was a drag, gambled away all our money. can you believe that? and check this…can’t get any worse than that, right? nope! it does, it certainly does! he up and leaves, gone like a ghost in the night. a whisper in the wind. no note, nothing.
mom cried for days. cried everytime those fuckin’...repo men came and took our furniture. then the house. she cried a lot when we lost the house.
…um. a-anyway, yeah so. no house. homeless. we bounced around on a couple of my mom’s friends couches, but we never stayed more than once. awkward, you know? a single mom and her child, crammed together on a two seater couch snoozing away with nothing to their names but the clothes on their back. and it sucked, point blank. but it could have been worse. i could have been with my deadbeat dad. or i could have been gambled away. or it could have been just me. but i had my mom. and i knew she wasn’t leaving me. so at least there was that, right?
wrong! because it has to get worse before it gets better, that’s what they say, right? newsflash-- it doesn’t. never gets better.
mom would leave randomly. hours at a time. and she’d always tell me–stay right here, i’ll be back. she’d leave me with some food, and this dumb elephant blanket we grabbed off the streets. and i would sit there, waiting. she’d always come back, until one day, she didn’t.
…i just waited. hours, days, weeks. i’d get a couple of scraps from random people, shop owners that recognized us over time. the old ladies would pity me, bring leftovers and leave it by the dumpster i’d hide behind. sometimes there would be blankets, clothes. i kept believing she would come back.
“you still do.”
…
“and what happened next, younghoon?”
told you, i just waited. i didn’t know how long it had been– just that it had been the longest wait of my life. and then one night, i get fuckin’ mauled by a rabid fucking dog. got me right in the eye– it’s why i’ve gotta look like a pirate half the damn time. and it chases me away from that shady dumpster, right into eunshik. didn’t know him, didn’t care, i just pushed past and kept running. save my own skin– wandered around the back alleys pressing my shirt to my eye. blood everywhere. it was a fuckin’ mess. sun starts rising, and i head back to the dumpster. i had to. what if mom came back. that’s what i was hoping. she’d be there and she’d fix me up and it’d be okay again.
mom wasn’t there. eunshik was. told me he’d clean me up– had bandages ready. he…fuckin’ scared the shit out of me. he was big, tall– and i didn’t like his eyes. they freaked me out. still do. never made eye contact with that man, ever. he wanted me to come back with him, how it wasn’t safe. that my eye needed attention. i just wanted him to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder and steered me away. what was i supposed to do? fight back? so i went with him.
he had some doctor fix me up. i got to take a bath. i got a new set of clothes. i got to sleep in a bed. it was a nice change from the concrete, but i wanted back out. i was antsy, i almost slipped out behind his back– but he told me it wasn’t right, that his conscience wouldn’t let him let me leave. i was small, scrawny– that i wouldn’t survive out there. fuck his conscience, i wanted out. but then he told me he’d find my mom. that it wouldn’t be forever.
he didn’t give me a choice. didn’t listen. so i stayed– and he showed me the ropes. the family business, whatever you wanna call it. showed me how to protect myself, showed me how to live life with my right eye the way it was. and it fucking sucked. i hated it. man was three times my size and he was throwing me around like we were on even ground. it’d toughen me up, but it only made me mad. he beat the shit outta me. i would have rather tussled with the rat infested streets than have done this. but i couldn’t. no fucking choice. old fuck liked to do that. give you options but he would choose for you.
“but he wasn’t always bad, isn’t that right?”
no. he was always bad.
“always?”
yeah. always. pft, what? he was supposed to be good because he picked me up off the streets? because he took out some feral mutt that was trying to make me dinner? he also beat the fuck out of a fucking kid because it was supposed to make him stronger. and yeah, i’m stronger than i was then. sure, i can protect myself now, just like he wanted. but he– only did what he wanted! never what i wanted. always his choice. never mine, i never got to have a choice!
“...”
…sorry. m’not angry at you, doc. but he…yeah. i learned some things. he had…good intentions, i guess, what the fuck ever. but no matter what good he wanted to do, he never did it right. not the way you’re supposed to. and he went and died and he didn’t even try to find my mo--fuck. fuck him. can we not talk about him anymore? he’s dead anyway. water under the bridge.
“were you upset?”
huh?
“when he died. did you mourn?”
...mourn? mourn? fuck no! he was stupid. he should have just let me go– i would have been fine. he lost his own damn life because he was stupid. he would have lived, and then he could have picked up some other kid and make a monster out of him too!
“but you would have died.”
maybe i wanted to, ever think about that? look, doc. i don’t think you’re getting it. this whole life of mine– since eunshik picked me up, it’s never been what i wanted. he made me apart of the family business because he thought it’d be good for me. good? what good has it done? i’m fucked in the head. and everyone knows it. the aunties and uncles in the clan…they know i’m a fuckin’ lost cause. they have me pushin’ pencils to keep me busy. think i’m some dumb kid who’s lost his way because his old man passed away. that he’s got no one now. a sympathy charge, a charity case! and i’m supposed to be happy about that?
“you could have fixed it, though. couldn’t you? eunshik’s not all to blame, you know that.”
…
“i think that’s a good place to stop today. thank you for sharing, younghoon. let’s meet with better feelings next time, okay?”
hi, hello! introductory post below to save some space!
hi!! my name’s em and i’m really happy to be here! i’m still finishing up younghoon’s pages and what not, but below is a short tl;dr of him i’ll run of him below!
a jin clan hunter but the catch is he’s not smart he’s just reckless and volatile! yay fun! a very dedicated hunter who is usually shoved to the equivalent of a desk job because he is a terror on the streets, signed like at least 10 jin clan npcs somewhere
he is also not actually from the jin clan. he was adopted (aka stolen, he’ll swear by it) from the streets and raised to be one of them, and it was total hell, 100% he would not reccommend but its okay because now he’s pretty sure they all think he’s a timebomb waiting to happen
he will protect you from anything supernatural, yes! but there is a 98.9% chance he will insult or hurt your feelings in some way, if not completely offput you!
he’s basically a delinquent, gets into trouble a lot; canonically i really believe he is not anyone’s favorite person, and honestly he’s ok with that. he’s just out having fun, enjoying chaos and havoc and pandemonium!
he’s always sporting some sort of injury, in and out of immediate care, and you can find him between shifts at the firing pin skateboarding around.
he’s also 100% looking for a fight, usually. definitely. always.
i’ll have a more detailed background for him done up in the coming days, but you can find a bit more details surrounding him on my profile page in the time being!
i’m also in the process of working on a better detailed plots and relationships page-- but i’ll note a few potentials connections right off the top of my head that i would love to explore!
a roommate! or roommates. he’s trying his best in a little shit apartment he inherited from his dad, and it’s tough work paying by yourself! also fair warned he’s a garbage roommate but he’ll leave you alone for the most part
someone to knock some sense into him. he’s on the path (and honestly, he’s never going back but it’d be fun to try!) to something terrible, and maybe saying a few choice words could get him to rethink. at least for like, a few minutes.
COMPETITION!!! another hunter that he has some sort of rivalary with- maybe entirely onesided on younghoon’s part and he’s just projecting some terrible narrative about you and have made you the worst in his head. or maybe you don’t get along or something idk made him look stupid? there are so many options to explore...
also just general connections, maybe like 1 friend or smth, more enemies because i’m sure there will be a couple, maybe someone he’s actively hunting and it’s just been a continuous thing, maybe you were involved in one of his infamous hunts where something went wrong and he was basically grounded idk
if you’re interested in starting something with my little shit for brains here, go ahead and interact with this post, and i’ll come to you as soon as i can! i’m always happy to brainstorm together, or whip up something random if it’s needed or preferred, i don’t mind~
anyway, thanks for reading until the end! hope you have a wonderful night, talk to you soon~ x
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