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he’s run into her too often at too many different places now, and really, maybe he should’ve predicted this– the shooting range, a hardware store, and more, all hints to her true identity. that could be anyone, though, so he won’t be too hard on himself. either way, cat’s out of the bag now. “sujin! fancy meeting you here. it must be fate,” he calls, entirely unfazed by the weapon pointed in his direction. in fact, he slings his cross bow over his shoulder casually, crooked grin on his face. it’s only then that his gaze falls to the kill, and the small amount of carnage she’s caused. “holy shit, you’re a badass!” he announces, and that grin grows impossibly wider. “allow me to introduce myself properly. song jaeyong at your service.”
( tw blood, slight gore, injury. )
sujin feels disconnected.
almost as if she's hovering outside of her body-- it doesn't feel right when she moves, when she turns to face the newcomer. it takes her several moments of staring, until the voice is recognized in her brain. it's familiar, the twist of his smile and the pretty features of his face. she's seen him before in various places around the city, and in hunter safe spaces.
but the discomfort doesn't leave. when she lowers her weapon, it's with hesitation and slow-- almost several seconds after she's already deemed it alright in her mind.
she doesn't feel there, even if seconds ago the feeling of the creatures teeth in her skin felt incredibly real-- even if the warmth of the blood on her hands told her this wasn't some sort of weird, lucid dream.
blinking slowly, she swallows, mouth opening and parting, as she assembles some sort of coherent speech. her eyes drift to his weapon, his stance-- and slowly, carefully, she tucks the crossbow into the holster at her side.
"jaeyong," she greets slowly, and if this were normal-- if sujin wasn't standing there splattered in blood in front of the corpse of a shifter, she might have smiled, maybe even cracked a joke about paths crossing to match his own. but now, it feels weird.
or maybe she feels weird.
song jaeyong. there's a lot for her to process; it's always been a thought, a possibility-- they gravitate similar areas, similar circles. jaeyong being a hunter makes sense, and it should be a blessing that he had been one to stumble across her rather than something else. but a song hunter? that hadn't been what she was expecting.
her eyes follow his, twisting to turn to look at the carcass behind her. her lips purse, and she hums noncommittally, tongue poking against the inside of her cheek. tugging her eyes away from the corpse, she pushes herself to stand, wiping off the gravel and blood that's dotted onto her knees. her arm still throbs from the scrape of teeth, and she grimaces when she sees it, but the pain feels muted compared to the mess going on in her head.
"thanks," she speaks up, attempting to smile. she digs her hand into the inside pocket of her jacket, tugging out a roll of gauze she keeps handy. she fiddles with it, beginning to tug some of it undone to cover the minor wound briefly-- but she doesn't take her eyes off of jaeyong. she feels the needs to respond in kind-- give her family name along with it out of courtesy alone. "kang sujin." she says after a moment. her eyes snap back to her arm, and she busies herself into wrapping it around the wound tightly. she needs to clean it, but that can wait until later.
she swallows again, and the sound is loud in her ears. "i...it couldn't be helped." her voice sounds weird to her own ears. the tone is all off-- like she's desperate to convince him that she didn't have any other choice, but in the back of her mind she knows its all internal. her father had always told her the difference between the clans-- how the song's were uncaring, more willing to take out any sort of supernatural creature in their sight, with no remorse or care to the humanity possibly left.
she doesn't know why she's making excuses, but she does, stuttering and stammering until she breaks out with a weak laugh, directing her attention to her arm as she busies herself in wrapping it up.
the poor thing had been injured by the time sujin had arrived.
she's frowning, staring down at the injured wolf in thought. they're sputtering out some sort of reason, gesturing to their mangled mess of a leg; bitemarks and claw marks, littered down the length of their legs. their clothes look messy, unkempt, like they were just thrown on messily. sujin hums, and she lifts her gaze in the direction the wolf gestures in. mentally, she tries to think of how far they could have gotten-- maybe too far to follow if they've shifted.
she takes a step forward, and then another. there's still a pensive look on her face, and her hand drifts to the crossbow hitched at her side. her fingers wrap around the stock of the weapon, and she hums, slowing to a stop near the creature.
it's something she sees often. desperation and fear piled into one; even if she's not outwardly doing anything to the shifter-- the discomfort is there. it's in the way the wolf trembles and backs away, dragging it's mess of a leg back to create some distance. it's in the way sujin can practically feel the tension in the air. her finger curls around the trigger, eyes never leaving the mouth of the alley corner they were in.
sujin expects the wolf to run, but the wolf doesn't expect the cocked arrow hitting them right in their already injured leg. the howl of pain that erupts. goosebumps cover her skin, her stomach shifting uncomfortably. "don't worry," she murmurs softly. it's low, a faux cover of comfort curled over her tone. her eyes slowly travel back to the injured creature. an empty smile tugs over her mouth. "it'll be all over soon."
it's a blur from there. like she's watching something but not really watching. the shifter is injured, but it hobbles around in defense-- scuttering away and growling. her movements are precise as she's quick to dock another arrow, silver tipped and gleaming in the night. when she fires it's quick, aimed at their other leg. effectively stalled by the two silver arrows in their leg-- sujin acts. she shifts forward, one hand leaving her pistol to reach for the knife in her jacket.
the growling gets louder. she sees the shred of clothing and skin to turn to fur. sujin's breath catches in her throat for a moment, hand holding her crossbow lifting to protect herself once she feels jaws and teeth bite into her arm. the pain is instant, skin tearing and shredding; her free hand tugs the knife from her jacket, and jabs it right into the throat of the wolf biting into her arm.
a growl mixed with a whine, and the tightening of their jaw. sujin's jaw grits and she jerks the knife, tearing through flesh and putting the blade further into the neck of the beast. the scent of blood is fresh, stronger-- and the liquid is warm against her fist. she tugs and she pulls and she tears until the jaws go lax-- and the body of the creature flops back to the cement.
the silence is back, and with it comes the settling back-- the haze over her brain clears: and here she is left with the body of a wolf and her own arm, scraped with teeth throbbing with pain. sujin stares at the body for a long moment. it couldn't be helped. it's robotic in her brain. a mantra to tell her tense body and discomfort in her gut to quiet itself.
she pockets her knife and moves to kneel by the corpse, fingering the ends of her arrows as they stick out awkwardly from the legs of the beast. she stares at the mess of the body, brows beginning to furrow and pinch. her breathing shallows, and she's quick to shut her eyes and count to five in her head.
what would they think they'll never know. they'll find out. i won't let them.
it's the mess of thoughts in her head that causes her to tremble, and she shakes her head sharply as if to dispel the fight-- and grabs at the arrows to tug them from the corpse. the flesh makes a squelching noise that she grimaces at, pocketing them away. sujin lifts her gaze to the muzzle of the beast, her blood coating the mouth of the beast. it makes her gut rise and fall-- like the feeling of being on a rollercoaster.
a chill runs down her spine, and she stiffens. her fingers tighten around her pistol, and she twists-- raising the weapon in defense.
“She did not know yet how sometimes people keep parts of themselves hidden and secret, sometimes wicked and unkind parts, but often brave or wild or colorful parts, cunning or powerful or even marvelous, beautiful parts, just locked up away at the bottom of their hearts. They do this because they are afraid of the world and of being stared at, or relied upon to do feats of bravery or boldness. And all of those brave and wild and cunning and marvelous and beautiful parts they hid away and left in the dark to grow strange mushrooms—and yes, sometimes those wicked and unkind parts, too—end up in their shadow.”
hello, hello!! this is not my first time here, but i’m back again to try! ;u; i’m super excited to get sujin started and rolling! below is some key points about her + some links for better understanding and help! if something catches your eye or you’d like to brainstorm something together, just go ahead and like this and i’ll come visit you! c:
SO SUJIN IS A HUNTER who’s basically on a path of moral destruction rip im sorry queen she’s fun though!! she’s very girly and likes going out and doing normal things just like humans
she’s from the kang clan so she does have her ‘softer’ image to uphold as per her clan traditions. she’s finding more and more lately that she doesn’t really agree with them, so she’s been trying to test breaking past boundaries but she’s much too scared of consequences (she just needs a not so gentle shove)
she’s basically two sides of a coin! there’s normal girl sujin, who’s a university student going through the trials and tribulations of university and graduating and becoming an adult! and then there’s hunter sujin, who is also going through the trials and tribulations of being a hunter in line with her family’s traditions (spoiler: that’s not going too well).
as a hunter, she gets a little....lost in it. like a bit of a power trip / power hungry sort of thing, but she likes to deny it. she is at the moment trying her best to focus on her studies and be more of a ‘normal’ girl, but she still finds herself more and more wanting to go out and hunt, like for real.
she is trying her best to be a good person hunter okay but shes just got a lot of anger and fear pent up in a little body and she has a crossbow. what else is she supposed to do!!!
you can read more in depth about her on her about page, and find some plot ideas or connection ideas on her plots page! there’s not much there, but i’m likely to add more as she develops through time~~ with that being said though, i’m always open to brainstorming new ideas too! she needs all sorts of connections, in depth or just some fun little things to do on dash-- she’ll take them all!
