Yerim had a very important problem. A world-ending one, even.
"Stop stealing my colour motif."
Yoohyun looked at her with a mix of apathy and mild confusion.
"Don't pretend you like you don't know what I'm talking about. Blue is my thing, not yours!"
He minutely raised one eyebrow. Did his PR-training include micro-expressions? Whenever Yerim tried this she ended up with both brows raised.
"Blue is 'your thing'? Did it escape your notice that one of hyung's monsters is literally called Blue?"
"Don't play stupid, Blue is obviously inspired by me and represents my youthful independent nature. She even has an innate flying skill."
Yoohyun looked at her for another moment before he went back to whatever it was he did when Yoojin wasn't around. Paper work? Staring at walls? Ah, he was texting Yoojin. Yerim couldn't see the screen, but if he bothered writing multiple words it had to be Yoojin.
"Ignoring me won't make me less right."
Yoohyun's aura exuded a sense of doubt.
"Look, Guild Leader-nim." There was no need to be disrespectful when she wanted something. "I am not being unreasonable. I am not trying to ban you from having a colour motif. All I am saying is that as a water user, blue should be mine."
"So you get a colour and an animal?"
"Well, duh. Just like you. Peace is from a fire associated creature that is not usually dependent on family past adolescense, but chose to stick with ahjussi because he babies him. He even gained a flight skill by following ahjussi. And!" She slammed her fist into her open palm for emphasis, "He's red! It literally all fits! Stay away from blue!"
Yoohyun turned off his phone to look at her which would have been a triumph in and of itself for most, but unfortunately Yerim happened to live with the guy and he was a decent roommate. Very civil (when Yoojin was around), didn't leave any messes in the bathroom. One point against the Peace-parallels, she supposed.
"Supposing I see your point," there was literally no way he didn't. Yoohyun had probably realised on some level the second Yoojin showed any interest in Peace. "You are still overlooking something crucial."
"And what would that be?"
He gave her the same condescending look he always did when she caved and asked for help with homework.
"My fire was never red. You are looking at an entirely separate instance of colour symbolism. The blue is a sign of purification and heat. It's the blue flame of freedom against the black poison of supression. You should be happy for me, if you are a good person."
"You have never once in your life cared about anyone being a good person."
He smiled at her in a way that would have made Yoojin coo and made Yerim want to retch.
"But it's not fair that you get two! Where is my character progression through skill changes?"
He did the eyebrow thing again.
"Where indeed, ice witch." Ice what now? "Are you busy right now, I need someone with an attachment to the dead to examine a corpse."
"Fine. But I'm still the real blue person."
"Whatever you say."
Somehow, Yerim did not think she had won this one.
Written for Sctir Pride Week 2026 Day 7: Azure Blue
There was no point in returning to the place where his brother had been murdered, but Yoojin couldn't help himself.
It looked almost the same as it had three years ago: all dingy darkness clinging to the grafitti smeared walls. The blood was long gone, of course, but if Yoojin had anything to say about it, there would be more by the end of the night.
He hadn't known back then that this was the sort of area where vampires loved to congretate: far away from the neighbourhoods advertising themselves with pictures of smiling families, a world those in charge did their best to forget about, a place where few of their victims would ever be missed.
Unfortunately for them, Yoojin missed his brother very much.
He was leaning against the wall, slightly outside the light of the nearest street lamp. He was smoking - both to give passerbys an excuse to ignore him and because he wanted to. He felt his stakes through his jacket, though he resisted the urge to fidget with them. The quickest way for a vampire hunter to get killed was to be identified as a vampire hunter outside of a fight. The second quickest way was to lose a fight.
(There had been people that taught Yoojin these things when he first went looking for vampires. He would have liked to know them better, but vampire hunters did not grow old.)
Every once in a while, noise reached him from the surrounding streets. Mostly is was just people going about their lives - to and from work, to and from a bar, to and from their graves.
There was an art to picking up on the unusual stuff. Often, the thing to notice was silence. The kind that would settle across a forest in the presence of a predator, when all those who could went to hide in their caves and those that couldn't hoped some other poor soul would be found before them.
It was therefore unusual when he heard screaming.
Or not unusual - humans screamed at each other all the time - but not something that would have made him suspect a vampire.
He still followed the noise. Just because he was looking for a particular predator did not mean he could ignore all the other trouble he came across. Usually, he didn't even end up needing to do anything.
He kept to the shadows so he would be able to slip away unnoticed if it turned out to be nothing but a noisy breakup while also trying his best to appear non-threatening. It was always best to assume one was being watched.
The scene he walked into was not that of a breakup and it made him want to be much more than just threatening.
There was little light (when was there ever in cases like this), but Yoojin had trained his night vision well enough to make out the hulking figure bent over someone much shorter than itself, gripping them in its arms, face moving towards their neck. It was the short one who was screaming at the figure to get the fuck away and fighting against it as well as they could.
Yoojin did not hesitate, he jumped forward while grabbing a stake, decisively bringing it down toward the centre of the creature's back. It saw him coming and backed away, fangs bared and eyes faintly glowing in the dark, but at least it let go of its victim. They fell to the ground with a scream. Ideally, Yoojin would have checked on them immediately, but first he had to take care of the threat in front of him.
Vampires were strong and fast so there was no point in hesitating. Yoojin struck forward again, ducking in anticipation of the clawed hand reaching for him so he could get close enough land a proper hit. He felt the nails cutting through his jacket and leaving shallow cuts on his back. Maybe they would scar and join the dozens of other claw marks littering his body, but if Yoojin had anything to say about it they would never hurt anyone else again.
Pushing up from his crouch, he tightened his grip on the stake and struck home between the creature's ribs, the same way he had done over a dozen times before. The creature did not have time to be surprised before it crumbled into dust starting from the mortal wound.
Yoojin was left panting, his heart refusing to calm down immediately. Somehow, this never got any easier. That much adrenalin must be bad for him.
A gasp made him whip around. Right, there had been someone else here. Yoojin would need to calm them down and convince them none of this was real. Maybe just a product of a drunken night or an overactive imagination reacting badly to stress.
His reassuring smile froze on his face when he properly looked at them for the first time. The victim was a girl who could be no older than 16, more likely 15. She was staring at him with wide, terrified eyes. Two perfectly round marks on her neck were leaking blood, matching the blood smeared across her mouth.
He had been too late. Once blood was exchanged between a vampire and their victim, the transformation would be irreversible.
He could see the changes start to set in, her teeth were sharpening as he watched, as were her nails.
He gripped his stake. She was so very young.
He told himself it would be a mercy.
Against his better judgement, he walked towards her slowly so she wouldn't be frightened.
"Stay away from me, you creep!" She sounded as young as she looked, now that he had time to properly listen.
"I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do."
"Do about what?!" She tried to scramble away from him, but before she could get very far she hunched over, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "I'm so hungry... what is happening to me?"
She looked up at Yoojin again, the fear clear on her face. She was younger than Yoohyun had been.
"You were badly hurt. I should have been faster."
She had stopped trying to get away from him, but Yoojin suspected it was less of a sign of trust than of her burgeoning hunger. Her eyes kept flickering away from his face to his throat where his pulse must have been beating loud and clear to her. He had to kill her before the feeding urge became overwhelming.
She reached for Yoojin, one trembling little hand. "Please help me, I'm scared."
"Okay, I will." There was no point in making her last moments worse than they had to be. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Bak Yerim." He could just barely see the tears. Had Yoohyun cried?
"Bak Yerim, nice to meet you. My name is Han Yoojin." He did his best to smile at her. "I'm going to come near you, okay?"
She nodded shakily.
"It'll be over in just a second, don't worry."
He wondered what she had been doing here at this time. Shouldn't she be at home with her family? Yoojin used to work at a convenience store in the area, that was why Yoohyun had been there, all on his own. He had been about to graduate highschool, Yerim would never make it that far.
Yoojin set his free hand on her shoulder. He could hug her when he staked her, she would barely even feel it.
"Thank you, ahjussi." She slowly stopped crying. "I don't know what's happening. Please make it stop."
Yoojin pulled her into his arms. He dropped the stake, placing his wrist in front of her face. She did not need him to tell her what to do, instict leading her to bite down and pierce skin with her newly grown fangs for the very first time.
It hurt a lot more than the claws. Yoojin could feel his blood draining with every gulp she took from him, his arm feeling increasingly heavy and weak in her grasp. He wasn't sure how much she needed, but he did not think she was capable of stopping on her own.
"Yerim, that's enough." Fuck, his voice sounded shaky.
She made a sad little sound - just like Yoohyun used to do when Yoojin told him he had to go to bed without him - but pulled away. She looked at him again, this time with Yoojin's blood around her mouth. Yoojin was in such deep shit.
"You should come with me. You can't go home like this, but the sun's coming up soon." Maybe the bloodloss was getting to him, because the last thing Yoojin needed was a fledgeling in his home.
Yerim's face darkened. "I wouldn't want to go back there anyway."
"Great, we're in a agreement then." He tried not to think too hard about the optics of inviting a teenaged girl into his home. He should stop smoking indoors, right? "Follow me."
Getting to his feet proved to be a much harder endeavor than anticipated. The world went blurry around him and he would have fallen if Yerim hadn't caught him at the last second. It was deeply awkward to be help upright by a child half a head shorter than himself.
"Don't worry, I can carry you. Just lead the way!"
Yoojin sighed. There was no way in hell any this would end well.
What fish fall for (a fanfic for My S-Class Hunters, based loosely on Orenchi no Furo Jijo)
Category: M/M
Fandom: 내가 키운 S급들 | The S-Classes That I Raised, My S-Class Hunters
Relationships: Sung Hyunje/Han Yoojin
Tags: no regression, canon divergence, angst with a happy ending, POV Han Yoojin, More Tags on Archive of Our Own
Summary: After inheriting a beach house on Jeju from a fallen guildmate, Han Yoojin moves out to the lonely place. During a rainstorm, he finds an annoyingly handsome beached merman, and drags him back to safety.
Yoojin tried to convince himself he wasn't bothered by the lack of a grave.
There would be time to find a proper resting spot when he brought the body home. Until then, he could manage. He would have to.
And yet, on some days he needed a place to go and remember. Otherwise it would spill over and he would break apart in front of his family, in front of the child he took in, in front of his living brother, and that was not allowed to happen. It would just worry them needlessly. Really, Yoojin was fine most days.
So for the days when he wasn't, when he looked at his brother and saw a dead man, when he could feel the biting cold of snow in the middle of summer, he needed somewhere away from them.
He had been convinced it would go wrong even while asking, but his best idea was to claim a spot in his partner's garden, just for himself. He'd expected that the man would bother him the whole time, using every one of Yoojin's visits as a pretext for a tea party or some other nonsense, but nothing happened. Maybe he was more sensitive than Yoojin gave him credit for.
Yoojin tended to the spot with singleminded determination, he would not allow anything but perfection in this. For a week, he returned home with dirt under his nails he had to wash away to return to the present.
When it was done, the spot was beautiful, a lovingly planted mess of small blue flowers swaying in the wind. His partner had given him the place where the sun set last, bleeding across Yoojin's hands.
The patch of flowers was not a grave. No place without his brother could ever be a grave so right now, in this world, there could be no grave.
But still, until his brother was home, Yoojin would tend to his forget-me-nots.
Written for Sctir Pride Week Day 5: Bouquet/Flowers
Yoohyun, as a rule, did not have very strong feelings on the topic of food. The only determinant for whether or not he would enjoy something was his hyung's involvement.
Hyung made a full meal with side dishes from scratch? Amazing. Hyung horrifically burned a pack of frozen dumplings that expired a week ago? Fantastic. Anybody else made anything at all that Yoohyun was forced to eat? Well, even he needed to suvive somehow.
None of which was to say that he was unable or unwilling to play it up a little.
"Hyung, I don't like the peel. Can you take it off for me?"
"What do you mean you don't like the peel, aren't you an adult?" Yerim laughed at him.
Yoohyun sent a cool glare her way when he was sure hyung's concentration was away from them. She stuck her tongue out.
"Now now, Yerim-ah, Yoohyun-ie is still young. And he doesn't have to eat the peel if he doesn't want to." Hyung was busy slicing apples.
Originally, Yerim had just asked him to pass her one, but then hyung asked Yoohyun if he wanted one too and Yoohyun - between guild meetings - asked if he could get his apple sliced and of course then Yerim wanted hers sliced too, so Yoojin said he could just make a snack plate for them all to enjoy, so now Yoohyun was stuck sharing snack time with Yerim. As usual.
"Hyung always used to take off the peel for me." He may have sounded a little smug, but he had reason to be. He had the best hyung in the world.
"Yeah, when you were five."
"And since you asked nicely, I'm happy to keep doing it!" He lifted his head to smile at Yoohyun, so Yoohyun beamed back. "Do you want yours peeled, too, Yerim-ah?"
Yoohyun glowered at her, trying his best to communicate 'don't you dare' without tipping off hyung. He wasn't sure if his lack of success was because he was bad with facial expressions or because Yerim didn't care. It was probably because Yerim didn't care.
"I don't know, I think I'd rather have bunny ears."
Damn it, bunny ears hadn't even occurred to Yoohyun. Hyung never did those when they were young because they were too hard for him as a child, but objectively, it was the cutest thing he could have asked for. Of course Yerim had to steal his thunder, cruelly abusing her advantage of having been a normal child.
"I don't know..." Hyung looked thoughtful. Maybe he was remembering his last attempt, 15 years ago. It had not looked much like bunny ears nor had there been much apple left, but Yoohyun had enjoyed it. Of course. "I can try?"
Hyung did not like failing at things, it embarassed him. Yoohyun was unsure why this happened, since whatever hyung did was usually the best way for things to be. Except when he lied to Yoohyun or endangered himself. But even that wasn't embarrassing, it was just bad for him.
"Can hyung try with mine, too?"
Hyung was starting to look pre-emptively embarrassed. "Of course."
The slices turned out to be very similar to the ones Yoohyun remembered: misshapen, small, and not remotely bunny-like. They tasted just as good as the ones Yoohyun remembered, too.
Written for Sctir Pride Week 2026 Day 3: Sliced Fruit
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