ANYTHING, FOR YOU.

Independent RP blog for Yakuza 7's Joon-gi Han.

[phantomdrive]

pinned.

PHANTOMDRIVE  ► World’s worst Joon-gi Han (...3!!) RP blog. Canon-compliant. Finished the Yakuza series and spin-offs barring Like a Dragon.

rules.

Don’t be an asshole OOC.

Mutuals only for now, but very open to crosscanon and OCs.

Will consider mains and exclusives on a case by case basis.

Platonic/romantic shipping is open. Always down for pre-established stuff.

For smut, no minors. Not interested in bottom!Han.

Gore and violence not typical to the Yakuza series will be tagged, along with other triggers as necessary. NSFW material tagged #nsfw but not under read more unless requested.

Don’t take icons, writing, headcanons, etc.

Writer is 21+. PM if you have any questions.

[dragonfsh]

[ @phantomdrive sent in:  ❛  why did you do it ?  ❜ // ichi getting hurt in place of han >:) knife or bullet or something idk man ]

A forced laugh escaped Ichiban, putting pressure on his right shoulder to stop the bleeding. It was hard to say whether he would do for anyone else in the party, but for Han Joon-Gi? He would do it in a heartbeat. They had gotten closer over the past few days and while the relationship they settled on was drinking buddies, Kasuga couldn’t help but crave something… Anything. 

That was the reason he had taken that bullet. Not because he would do it for anyone else, (Which he would, he wasn’t that careless) but because Joon-Gi was someone a little more special than he thought. He would protect him with his life and he was sure Han would do the same. 

He couldn’t count all the times they made fun of stupid movies or the amount of times they let themselves drink until they embarrassed themselves. Even if he could, Ichiban knew that those memories would be cherished even for a short time. 

(Hopefully this wasn’t the blood loss talking…)

“I wasn’t going to let you get shot.” He grinned, “Better my shoulder than your chest huh, Han?” 

[phantomdrive]

Joon-gi’s eyes are still wide, even as the end of his gun is smoking with the bullet he’d just fired from it. “...I wouldn’t say that.”

This was his fault for failing to notice the gun in time. This was his fault, and now Kasuga is hurt.

The shooter themselves has fallen over, caught in the head after their shooting of Kasuga gave their position away for Joon-gi to take. He concerns himself with disposing of the body later. More important is rushing Kasuga off the street, taking him into an alley where they can be hidden in shadow.

“We have to stop the bleeding,” he says, taking Kasuga’s wrist in his fingers to firmly press his palm to the wound on his shoulder. “You’re a strong man, Kasuga-san. Please keep your hand this way for as long as you’re able to.”

Because Joon-gi’s unzipping his jacket to pull a roll of bandages tucked away in one of his inner pockets, ready for use.

[phantomdrive]

@seongxhui sent: "Joon-Gi-ya... Can you get that coffee I like next time you are with Kasuga-san?"

Ah, Joon-gi thinks faintly, the instant coffee.

“Of course,” he says, looking up from his laptop and placing his hands in his lap. Conversations with Seong-hui always require his full attention.

“You’ve been drinking it more than usual, noona.” Would you like to talk about it? goes unspoken.

[phantomdrive]

@digitalmadness sent: ❝Joon-gi~! It's been so long.❞ No, not really. It has been exactly five hours since they last saw each other. Both had been elsewhere, having nothing to do when Ichiban isn't dragging the two around to do quests and all that kind of things, blabbering how the exp is needed as well as the reward.

“It hasn’t been,” Joon-gi says plainly without lifting his head, “but relative to how often Kasuga-san takes us on adventures, I suppose five hours might be ‘long’ after all.”

It’s strange, not having much to do besides restoring what’s left of the Geomijul and rebuilding what isn’t. Seong-hui doesn’t let him work everyday, much to his chagrin, so on his free days like this-- the days that Kasuga makes sure to religiously list down so they can go “into dungeons”-- there isn’t much left for Joon-gi to do once their adventures are over.

Hence the disassembled guns laid out on the floor of the room, the barrel of one being cleaned meticulously by Joon-gi’s gloved hands.

“Zhào-san.” He glances up now, nodding once. “How can I help you?”

[letsgonipples]

@phantomdrive asked: ❛  relax, and just let me kiss you.  ❜ // after getting kuwana’s consent to ease his loneliness 🤡

A low rumble settles in his chest as he looks up at the Geomijul leader’s right hand. It’s strange, truly, having someone that can see through him anymore. At least, in this type of way. He’s had no doubt the Geomijul have been able to figure out anything and everything about him given their vast network of information.

But he’s closed off completely the moment he donned the name Jin Kuwana. There was nothing authentic about himself anymore as there’s no need to be. He’s nothing more than a weapon of justice now, there’s no need for frivolous emotions. 

And yet, as Han moves closely to him, asks him if he can help with his loneliness, takes his face in his hand, he feels his façade begin to slip. 

Jin’s had no doubt that Yuu Kitakata would live on somewhere in the darkest corners of his psyche, but he wasn’t prepared for him to come forth, even remotely. Especially not for the younger man.

Gulping thickly, he gives a slight nod in consent as he doesn’t trust his voice.

[phantomdrive]

Take care of him, Seong-hui had told him, as uncertain as those four words had been. And as someone else who’s had his entire life upturned and his whole identity manufactured, he likes to think he has enough of an idea of what it is Jin Kuwana is experiencing.

Even if it isn’t Jin Kuwana whose eyes meet his own right now.

There are many things Joon-gi could tell him. But as he brushes the side of his index finger over Kuwana’s stubbled jaw, he files away the knowledge that Kuwana hadn’t nodded in consent for him to speak to him.

So Joon-gi kisses him instead, just as he’s expecting.

The order to help Kuwana find stability in his new life rings in the back of his head. Joon-gi thinks of it as he places his other hand on the man’s thigh and slides it high enough to trace the seam between it and his groin.

His tongue swipes over his lips, experimental and fleeting. Joon-gi’s thumb gently presses on the top of Kuwana’s chin.

“Will you open your mouth for me?” he murmurs quietly.

[miyku]

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