Hey, did you know? For hardships and pain, just use a cheat code and its easy mode.
Is that so? So enlightening! Let's believe in what [Crescent Moon] says!
patient needs manipulative crescent moon to live.
that new PinocchioP song came out just in time for @sctirworkweek huh lol little late but day 4 - mask
[ID: Two Images, digital fanart of The S-Classes That I Raised based on "Don’t Believe in T" by PinocchioP. The first is Cresent Moon as Teto's part in a mask, hat, and religious robes. She her hands open above a glowing cystal ball, she's cask in shadows, and her eyes are bright, intense, and sinister. Her white-to-pale blonde hair is flowing around her in crescent shapes.
Second image is Newcomer as Miku's part, dressed in a nun's outfit and hands clasped together. There are sparkles in his eyes and he has a dreamy grin on his face, looking completely convinced. /end ID]
Written for Sctir Pride Week day 7: Story Book/Cinderella
Once Upon a Time
One-shot | Gen | 5k
Once upon the time there was a prince destined for love. Tragically, he died, but since his story had not yet been told, a new prince was found.
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Yoohyun transmigrates into an RF story and finds true love. All is well!
Read on Ao3 (or below the cut)
Once upon a time, in a kingdom so far away it was part of another world, there lived a prince.
The prince was everything a prince was meant to be: young, beautiful, kind, rich. He was destined to meet a princess and fall in love with her before losing her and, after much hardship, live happily ever after with the princess as his queen. Everything had been set up for this wonderful adventure of daring hopes and true love, all the prince needed to do was finish the story!
There was just one issue. The winter of the prince's nineteenth year was bitterly cold. Snow fell without pause, turning the lustrous kingdom into a frozen wonderland. And though the snow piled higher than windows and walls, the prince was determined to serve his people. After all, he was the perfect, kind prince.
And so it was that when the prince was riding back to the castle, he saw that a child had broken through the ice of a frozen lake, and he had no other thought but to jump in and save the child. Since the child was quite small and from a poor family, he left his warm cloak with them, arriving home half frozen but glad to have helped. The attendants and his parents were all very worried at his state, quickly helping him warm up so that he may make merry with everyone on the day of the winter solstice, when the kingdom celebrated his birthday.
But they were all too late, for the cold had taken its toll on the prince hours before he saw a fire again, and he fell sick, spending the rest of this long and cold winter in his chamber. Many doctors were called and healers summoned, but they all could only say the same thing: the prince's fate lay in the hands of the world and his own strength. The prince was quite strong and quite wanted to live but, this being a world where death liked to come early for those who would be most dearly missed, helping other fates to begin, there was little he could do. In the spring of his twentieth year, the prince died.
But his story had not been told yet.
Who would meet the princess? Who would work tirelessly to free her from misfortune and punish those who'd caused it? The prince was no kind mother, he still had a role to fulfil!
As long as the story wasn't finished, there would need to be a prince.
A replacement had to be found, some soul who was fit to take on this great responsibility. The fates searched all worlds to find a worthy candidate, a soul that shone brighter than the sun.
The morning after the prince died was met with much joy. The new prince had awoken, and no one could even tell the old one had died. All they saw was a healthy young man. Less outgoing than he had been before, but what could be expected after such a long illness? He would surely recover in time.
The new prince's name was Yoohyun, and he was greatly displeased to find himself as a prince. As a younger brother who had been spoiled his whole life he was ungrateful for anything that did not go according to his will. Instead of recognising the great opportunity that was gifted to him, he demanded to return to his old role, far away from royalty and happy endings.
He was told about the princess, about her beauty and her wit and the horrible suffering she had to live through, but Yoohyun only demanded to see his brother at once. He did not care for anyone else, not the princess, not the attendants, not his new parents – no one in the whole kingdom touched his heart.
His sorrow was vast and so was his rage. He pleaded and cursed, begged and fought. But the story had not been told, and so nothing was to be done. He was now the prince, and the prince had to meet the princess and love her and save her and marry her. Only when the curtains fell on their lives – or at least those parts of it that were important – may they be separated again.
When the prince heard all this, he paused. He thought, if only I accomplish what has been demanded of me, I may meet my brother again.
His motivations were not pure, as those of any good prince are supposed to be. But, decided the fates in their kindness, if only he played the part he may receive the reward he yearned for. It should not have been a problem, since Yoohyun was driven by a determination of unrivalled force. And the prince's story was a classic one! It would be easy to complete if one just followed their instincts.
It quickly became apparent that Prince Yoohyun was an ill fit.
In the spring, the prince was supposed to attend a celebration by the people of his town. The prince had done this many times, but since he had been ill so recently, his parents were worried that the crowds and the sun and the lowly people wishing for his attention would be too much for him, and thus forbid the excursion. As a prince of the people, Yoohyun should have rebelled against their restrictive love and left the castle in secret. After all, the prince loved nothing more than to meet those who made up his kingdom.
There, in disguise, he would have danced and celebrated for hours before exhaustion would drive him to an inn, to rest his feet and wet his throat. He would never have had chance to enjoy his drink, because the girl who brought it would have fear in her eyes and bloody fingers from scrubbing the floors. But when their eyes met, the fear would leave and be replaced by the first kindling of love! A first meeting between prince and princess, before the prince would be whisked away to his castle once more.
Prince Yoohyun however did not think much of it when his parents told him he couldn't go out. He considered the one he was most worried about and how he had often thought it would be best for his brother not to leave their home and how it was really quite sensible to keep someone away from danger. He did not care for his parents, but he thought he understood them. And, of course, he had little interest in going amongst people. All he wanted was to leave and he did not care for celebrations.
Prince Yoohyun was very familiar with stories and even more so with imitating them, but he had never learned how they worked.
And so, it seemed that if the prince would not go to meet his princess, the princess would have to go meet the prince. The situation was quite urgent now since the story should have already started.
But a story could under no circumstances be stopped.
There was to be a ball in the castle, with queens and dukes and princesses and dignitaries travelling far and wide to enjoy the famed kingdom, spending the night dancing in their glistening attire – after a magnificent feast.
It was judged that the castle’s cooks would not be enough to produce all the food needed, so they sent for more from the city. One of the lucky people chosen was a woman in charge of an inn she had inherited from her second husband. The first one had only left behind two daughters and quite a bit of debt, but at least the second only had one child. The inn’s owner was quite generous with her inherited charge too, she thought. After all, it was a hardship to have three children and very little to live off and some sacrifices had to be made. The girl should be thankful she was allowed to stay at all. When the woman was young, she had been sent to an orphanage after her father died and only ever saw her mother by coincidence from then on. She couldn’t even tell when the woman who had held her as a babe had died.
Of course, it was understood that those who wanted to stay had to work.
The inn’s owner was glad to receive the order to work in the palace, which was richly rewarded and would let her advertise her own services for years to come. She took her utensils, her daughters, and the girl with her to work in the kitchens they had only ever dreamed of. If she had had her way, the girl would have been sent only to sweep the floors and clean the ovens, but in the castle, they were all treated the same and the girl was tasked with baking the bread.
It was still a job that took much strength, and the girl noticed her arms quickly growing heavy from the kneading, but she was glad to work and gladder to help for she had a generous heart and a pure soul. If she were ever widowed, it seemed obvious, she would make any sacrifice to assure the well-being of those she was responsible for.
Soon, the flour she had been given for her task ran out and she was sent to bring a new sack from a storage chamber located quite inconveniently far away from the kitchens. Once upon a time, when the castle had been built, the architects had sensed that this was the only way to assure that anyone who needed to would get lost on their way and stumble upon illicit conversations and true loves.
Prince Yoohyun was strolling the castle from his room to the sword grounds, since he was a brute who liked fighting quite a lot and it was the only thing that could take his mind off his misery. The prince rarely had anyone to spar with these days, since his fighting style had taken a vicious turn after he recovered and all the knights in the castle found themselves afraid of the young man who used to be so gentle. Often, Prince Yoohyun did not bother to try and convince someone to entertain him but that day, with the ball coming ever closer and the promise of pleasant conversation looming over him, he had the feeling that he should really do something relaxing first. It was a feeling that confused him, since it seemed to come not from himself and yet be present in his heart.
As he was walking, he ignored all those he passed. Only when a timid voice called out to him did he stop and look for its owner. He was faced with a girl. She looked quite nervous but harmless and weak, so Prince Yoohyun thought her almost entirely irrelevant.
The girl was taken aback. She had called out because she was lost and scared to go where she shouldn’t in this place where she didn’t belong. She had been glad to come across the beautiful man at first but now, his dark and cold gaze directed at her, she thought it may be better to find her own way. But, she determined, she had already drawn his attention to her, so there was nothing to do but to keep going.
She was just as beautiful as the prince and had anyone looked upon the corridor in which they were standing, they would surely have been blinded by their brilliance. Her large eyes made anyone want to help her, if only the world would allow it. She explained her plight, a pleading expression doing all it could to show she was helpless and in need of saving.
Unfortunately, Prince Yoohyun had no sense for aesthetics. All he knew was that a stranger approached him for no reason that he could tell. Luckily he had been raised to be polite, so when the girl told him her woes, he told her the way. The world rejoiced! Finally, their prince had met his princess, a fated encounter only known in fairy tales!
Certainly, Prince Yoohyun had not personally accompanied the girl, and the girl felt relief once she escaped his gaze, but the story had just begun. Surely, they would fall in love in time.
While the girl procured the flour and returned to the kitchens, Prince Yoohyun reached the fighting grounds, deep in thought. He had been born with the gift of seeing magic, the way it moved through the world and its occupants, an extra sense few could comprehend. Eventually, he even became able to use it himself, more accurately than any other.
Since becoming the prince, this gift had become useless. This world was so full of magic that trying to sense its movement was like trying to feel a drop of water in the ocean. All things moved according to the magic at all times! Especially the prince, who was tied to his body not through nature but through fate. All around him, magic sparked with every move.
But when he met the girl, he thought he felt something abnormal. The magic, which had only kept him in place so far, seemed to be pushing him in a certain direction. He suspected that it was how the will of this world was articulated and concluded that he under no circumstances wanted to follow its tyrannical rule. Luckily, he was self-aware enough to know that such stubbornness would not lead him to his goal and so swallowed past his apprehension before deciding to see what was demanded of him. Of course, the prince just failed to understand that magic worked in support of love and that the path it showed was always the one towards happiness.
That night when he went to sleep, he dreamed of a girl so pretty and pitiful no heart could remain unmoved. No heart that was, except his.
Spring turned into summer, and the prince turned impatient. His only wish was still, he claimed, to return to his brother. But princes could not have brothers unless they were treacherous or died young, so Prince Yoohyun was an only child. His story was happy one. He was just too stubborn to understand.
Prince Yoohyun was not happy to hear any of this. Any day he was forced to spend in this world was one he spent parted from his brother. The prince was worried that his brother would not be safe all on his own. He thought he may be lonely. Or even worse, that his brother might move on from who he was before the prince.
He met the girl again and the story advanced more beautifully than anyone could have thought. Finally, he paid attention to her. It happened on a hunting trip, the prince’s company deciding to hide from the heat of the sun under the cover of the trees.
Prince Yoohyun was very talented at hunting; he had a natural disposition for detecting those weaker than him. Unfortunately, he considered his hunting company amongst those who were weak and they, with the instincts present in all those who were sometimes prey, sensed his dormant bloodlust in turn. As a result, the prince spent much of the trip ahead of them, hunting by himself. He did not exactly relish the opportunity, since he detested everything that had happened since he had entered the story, but the action worked to distract him somewhat.
And of course, the prince had to be alone in order for a fruitful meeting to be possible. He had just fired an arrow at a distant deer when he heard a rustling from the underbrush. He aimed his next arrow in that direction without hesitation, but it flew wide as no good prince would ever hurt his princess.
The prince felt the way it went wrong the second he loosened the arrow, some nearly invisible force turning his wrist the wrong way. It annoyed him for he prided himself in his aim, but he would understand one day that this was necessary. A happy ending does not work if they cannot both live happily ever after, and there had already been too much death in this tale.
The girl was terrified when the arrow hit the tree right beside her, vibrating from the force for a few seconds after. She had not known that anyone would be hunting that day – indeed she was unaware that she had entered the royal forests at all. She had been sent out by her stepmother to gather herbs for the inn and knew she would not eat dinner unless she found what had been demanded of her. She searched in all the places that were usually ripe with what she needed first, but unfortunately every spot had been empty, picked clean and trampled down by those before her. She had had no choice but to wander ever deeper into the woods, away from the familiar paths. Though her heart felt heavy, truthfully there was no need to be scared: fate was leading her steps and would assure that she would meet the prince so that he may free her from all her suffering.
The prince, coincidentally, did not particularly feel like freeing anyone from suffering besides himself. When he spotted the girl, he did not recognise her at first. It was a sensible mistake since she was covered in dirt unlike in the castle, where she had been covered in flour. And yet, it took him all but a moment to realise they had met before. A certain sign that the story was progressing as it should!
He realised the magic was moving just as it had been back in the spring, when the fated pair had first crossed paths. Before he was the prince, he had been adept at manipulating magic himself, but this was not a privilege given to princes in this world. Magic used by humans was an evil thing and only witches dared spit in the eyes of nature so. Witches therefore did not deserve good endings and only ever died in pain.
Someone as pure and beautiful as Prince Yoohyun then, who would one day find eternal happiness with his beloved queen, would never be able to use magic. It was already quite unusual that his eyes still saw its movement. But certainly, that was how it was meant to be as there was no way for a story to go wrong.
He thought quite deeply about the will of the world, about what he had learned since he had woken up as the prince. If the requirement was that he should marry some girl before being released, he was willing to do it. But, he thought as he stared at the girl, still frozen on the ground and taken aback at the prince’s beauty, the hammering of her heart certainly the first sign of love, he did not have a great interest in cultivating a relationship with anyone. If there was any way to return to his brother without pretending to love another, he would take it.
Prince Yoohyun, it must be said, was quite naïve and inexperienced in the matters of love. He had spent his previous life sheltered and attached only to his brother, who cruelly denied him the chance to find a wife, since he himself had failed. In a way, making Yoohyun the prince was freeing him. Prince Yoohyun had yet to realise what a great gift he had been bestowed, but he would no doubt come to appreciate it in time. Just as he would come to realise the beauty of love in time.
The girl, trying to calm her breath after the handsome stranger had taken no move to hurt her, gathered her courage and asked if the prince knew the way back out of the forest. Prince Yoohyun, quite lost in thought and impolite, pointed where she should go, and so their paths dissected once more.
The story was going so slow as to be excruciating, but it was all according to plan. The world operated on the rule of threes and so it had been clear since the start that the third meeting would be the most important. It was when all secrets would be revealed, and true love must be confessed! Once that was out of the way, happiness was inevitable. Surely, the wedding the between the prince and the princess would be talked about for years to come and their children would become the perfect symbol of their love.
For such a momentous occasion, the scene had to be just right. The prince was not quite young anymore and his long sickness had scared the kingdom and most of all his parents. It was therefore decided that the prince would have to find a bride. What joy! What beauty!
The kind king and queen were modern people and wanted happiness for their son most of all, so they wished to let him choose his own bride. In their generosity, they even declared that he may marry anyone, regardless of status. It was quite the scandalous idea, a prince and a commoner, but the kingdom and its royal family were quite popular and well respected and so it was accepted that anyone may join their ranks. For this purpose, a grand ball was to be held, attended by anyone who wished to!
The only rule was that they had to wear a mask, so as to make sure the prince was not swayed by appearance or alliance and only considered the personality of his future queen. When he was told of this grandiose plan, Prince Yoohyun, taken by the mild curiosity of those who had no plans to follow instructions, asked what would happen if he were to choose a man. His parents and all in attendance found great joy at this joke.
And so, all was set up for the grand finale! Except, of course, that the girl’s cruel family banned her from attending. Obviously, they reasoned, there was no way for the noble prince to pick someone as unfortunate as the girl, and so it would be a waste of space to take her along. Instead, the mother was certain, one of her daughters would be the lucky one and she would never again be forced to talk down a drunken guest who had heard of her second husband’s passing and was overly willing to grant her comfort. Instead of attending the ball, the girl was tasked with cleaning the kitchen’s ovens until not a speck of ash remained.
She did not mind overly much since she did not like to think of herself as one in need of love. All the people who were most desperate for affection liked to fool themselves like this, and luckily the girl’s yearnings would soon be answered.
Shortly after nightfall, there was a knock at the inn’s door. Usually, anyone could just come in at this time, but the inn had been closed in anticipation of the ball, like so many other places. So the girl, who had not bothered to start cleaning the oven and was instead collecting her dearest keepsakes, had to come out herself to let in the guest. She was not worried, for she knew the person well, her only friend in the many hard years she had spent working to survive.
It was the daughter of a small merchant who had lived next to the inn in her younger years. When they were children, the two girls often talked of all the adventures they would go on once they were grown and could lead the merchant’s ship. The girl fondly remembered all the far-off places they had imagined, always together.
Now they were grown, and dreams had to be left behind. These silly ideas were fine for a child who needed to hold on, but of course reality would be different. Who had ever heard of a princess who sailed off into the sunset with another girl?
The merchant’s daughter had long looked forward to seeing her friend again and thought to celebrate their reunion by attending the ball together. The girl did not care much for such occasions, but even she couldn’t resist the allure of the beautiful costumes the merchant’s daughter had prepared for them. Barely an hour later, two magnificent pirate princesses entered the ballroom, the skirts artfully tattered and cloths bound over their nose and mouths to hide their faces. Only their sharp eyes were visible, seducing any young man who was lucky enough to meet them.
They drew the attention of all who saw them, the beauty of the one only exaggerating that of the other. Of course, since the girl had a story to follow, they were soon separated by the bustle of the crowd and she found herself all alone, surrounded by strange inhuman faces, staring at her from every angle. She stumbled through the masses, trying to find a quiet spot from which to look for her friend.
She was released from the crowd to a balcony overlooking the vast gardens of the palace, the perfect place for two young lovers to escape the gazes of the guests. She would have liked to catch her breath there for a moment, but as it happened, she was not the first to step foot in this secret spot that evening.
No, as though fate had ordained it, a man dressed all in red with a mask like a flaming cat was already standing there, hands on the railing. Upon hearing the steps behind him he turned around, looking the girl up and down.
The prince by now was adept at recognising when the story was advancing and had ceased to resist, a certain sign that he recognised its necessity.
His hand absently curled around the sword that he alone as prince was allowed to wear at the ball, a great artefact that had been handed down since the founding of the kingdom. Such artefacts were the only way humans may work magic in this world, since they acted first and foremost in accordance with the world’s will and only for those who were worthy of assistance.
For the first time, he spoke to her as though he truly saw who she was.
He lied to her, telling her that he was wholly uninterested in love and would not stay in this world for much longer besides and that she would be wise to stay away from him, ideally forever. Shy young men in love are often given to such fancies.
The girl was confused by this sudden confession, uncertain how she should react. In the end, all she could think to do was to nod and flee back inside, trying to gather herself away from this most overwhelming of men.
Prince Yoohyun remained on the balcony, unmoving, his hand still on the hilt of the sword. He was drawn towards the ball, his feet itching to run across the dancefloor to find his one true love before she disappeared again. If he let her get away now, he may never find her again! He would have to scour the whole kingdom in search of his mysterious princess whose name he did not even know.
It was a hardship, but not one a prince would be too scared to attempt. All he had to do to set the pieces of the story in motion was to chase after her. Of course, he would miss her tonight, but that would only make the reunion so much sweeter!
But Prince Yoohyun, stubborn man that he was, stayed still. Perhaps he was too taken by the girl’s beauty to move and remained frozen under the spell of love. After all, being so close to all-encompassing joy would be overwhelming for anyone.
When he managed to pull himself out of his trance, he also pulled the sword from its sheath. This was an odd thing to do in such a moment, as there were no enemies near and he had no reason to think of violence when his true love was just steps away. Perhaps the girl’s costume had sent his imagination towards the high seas, and he was picturing them both, beating back their enemies together. Such fancies were quite silly, but many indulged in them. It would not be long now until the story found its close and Prince Yoohyun would settle into a blissful relationship.
It was in that moment that he did something quite terrible. Unlike any good prince – the role that he had been given, that he had accepted –he grasped for the magic of the world, forcing it to move through his sword with murderous intent. No human was allowed to do this, they all had to follow the rules set out for them, cruel as they may feel on the odd occasion, since they all existed to ensure happiness in the end.
But Prince Yoohyun, whose temperament was not that of a prince at all and who had been coddled in the lawless world he was meant to be saved from, did not care for what was right and just. He just selfishly tried to fulfil his own desires, no matter how much of an effort was made for him.
Even a child like him would not be allowed to get away with anything he wanted. Clearly, his brother had not raised him well and so Prince Yoohyun did not know to respect authority. But all things could be fixed if it would help the story be completed in all its beauty.
First, the situation at hand would need to change. Prince Yoohyun would not remember he had ever been Yoohyun for much longer – such sentiments were quite unnecessary in a prince of this world. Certainly, his soul would remain, for a body needed a soul to be animated and a body would need to be animated for a wedding to happen. But that did not require much in terms of lived experience – anyone would know what to do once presented with the right option.
The last action of Prince Yoohyun, thinking of his brother far away in another world and how little he wanted to pretend at building a life without him around, was to, in a futile act of rebellion, swing his magic laden sword and/
The day was sunny with the occasional cloud in the sky. The roads were busy, but traffic wasn’t too bad. Objectively it was a good day.
In one of the cars on the road, a sleek black vehicle, slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel. A man with dull hair and a bored expression stared up at the sky. This good day was bleak, the sky gray.
The man’s golden eyes look back to the road when the cars ahead of him started moving again. Everything was muted, all the colors so desaturated that they all seemed to be gray. It was too good a day.
The closer the man got to his destination, the more traffic there was. He was planning on giving his old friend a visit. The well dressed man truly didn’t mean this when he wanted his friend to take a vacation. It’s boring without him.
Sung Hyunjae found this world excruciatingly dull. His source of entertainment decided to take an eternal holiday. An eternal rest. Well, the man did work himself to the bone. It was bound to happen sooner or later. It’s just that the world is so much more boring than it used to be.
The sky no longer blue, and the grass no longer green. Sung Hyunjae turned his car into a parking lot. He got out of his car, bouquet in hand, and walked for a few minutes until he saw a dull, gray headstone. Sung Hyunjae ignored the rest in the cemetery. He was only focused on the one right in front of him. Plopping down the flowers in front of it.
Sung Hyunjae just stared at the stone. Unblinkingly. He’s leaving forever soon. Probably never to return. He’s going to get some rest himself.
Q. What kind of music do Yoojin and the S-ranks usually listen to? What do they usually do to relax or heal?
There isn't any music that Han Yoojin particularly seeks out to listen to, but he’s familiar with popular songs that are commonly heard. Han Yoohyun, as always, has no interest in anything except his older brother. Park Yerim mainly listens to the latest songs.
Han Yoojin relaxes in simple ways, like watching dramas or movies, or eating delicious food. If the kids are all doing well without any problems, that peaceful time itself might be called healing for him.
For Han Yoohyun, any time spent with his brother, just the two of them, can be called healing time, no matter what they’re doing.
Park Yerim, after her awakening, enjoys floating high up in the sky. At this point in time, with her strengthened elemental powers, she also feels refreshed by surfing the waves in ocean- or water-related dungeons.
Before his regression, Sung Hyunje used to mess with and provoke Song Taewon when he needed something to lift his mood. After Song Taewon’s death, he was bored even in scenic, fresh-air places. After regression, in addition to Song Taewon, Han Yoojin has also become a healing target, making it a list of two.
Moon Hyuna plays tennis on a court specially built from dungeon byproducts. Still, she can’t hit as hard as she used to, so she’s looking for a new hobby. She relieves her leftover stress by exploring good restaurants.
Song Taewon is the type who doesn’t tend to allow himself to rest. At least, during that short moment of pressing the vending machine button, the drink coming out into the cup, holding the warm cup, and drinking it, he is usually able to zone out without any thoughts. After bringing Song-ie home, he refreshes himself by hugging or petting Song-ie.
After becoming a dragon-kind, Noah likes to sit in high places and occasionally take flight. Sitting on top of the Dodam Building serves for both surveillance but also as a hobby. His sister is a stronger dragon-kind but since she has no wings and can’t easily chase him, he came to love flying even more.
Riette usually lives doing whatever she wants anyway, so she doesn’t have any particular hobby for healing — but if she had to pick one, she likes hugging, stroking, or kissing her younger brother.
Q. 유진이와 S급들이 즐겨듣는 음악이 뭔가요? 힐링할 때 주로 뭘 하나요?
└ 근서 22.07.10 19:54 | 한유진은 특별히 찾아 듣는 음악은 없으며 많이 들리는 유행가 정도를 귀에 익어 합니다. 한유현은 언제나 그렇듯 형 외에는 관심이 없으며 박예림은 최신곡 위주로 듣습니다.
한유진은 무난하게 드라마나 영화를 본다거나 맛있는 것을 먹습니다. 별다른 문제없이 애들이 다 잘 있는 평화로운 시간이라면 그 자체로 힐링이라고 할까요. 한유현은 형과 단 둘만 있는 시간이면 뭘 하든 힐링 타임이라 할 수 있습니다^^ 박예림은 각성 후에는 하늘 높이 떠 있는 것을 기분 좋아 합니다. 속성력이 강해진 현재 시점에서는 바다나 물 관련 던전에 들어가 파도타기를 하면 속이 시원해 져요.
성현제는 회귀 전에는 기분 전환이 필요 할 때 송태원을 건드렸습니다. 송태원 사망 후에는 경치 좋고 공기 좋은 동네에서도 지루해하고 있었죠. 회귀 후에는 송태원에 더해 한유진까지 힐링 대상이 둘이 되었습니다. 문현아는 던전 부산물로 특별히 만든 테니스장에서 공을 칩니다. 그래도 예전처럼 힘껏 칠 수가 없어 새로운 취미를 찾는 중이에요. 남은 스트레스는 맛집 탐방으로 풉니다. 송태원은 스스로 쉬게 두려 하질 않는 편입니다. 그나마 자판기 버튼을 누르고 컵과 음료가 나오고 따뜻한 컵을 쥐고 마시는 짧은 순간 동안에는 아무 생각 없이 멍 때리곤 합니다. 송이를 데리고 온 후에는 송이를 안거나 쓰다듬으며 기분 전환을 합니다.
노아는 용종이 된 이후 높은 곳에 올라가 앉아 있다가 이따금 날아오르는 것을 좋아합니다. 도담 빌딩 꼭대기에 종종 앉아 있던 것도 감시 목적과 동시에 취미라서예요. 누나가 자신보다 더 강한 용종이지만 날개가 없어 쫓아오기 힘들다는 점에서 더더욱 비행을 좋아하게 되었습니다. 리에트와의 관계가 바뀌어간 시점에서는 조금 달라질 수도 있습니다. 리에트는 평소에도 하고 싶은 거 다 하고 살기에 힐링 취미가 딱히 없습니다만 굳이 하나를 꼽자면 동생을 끌어안고 쓰다듬거나 뽀뽀하는 걸 좋아합니다.
Peace stretched, shaking shaking off the worst of the grime. There was still blood stuck in his coat, making it clump unconfortably and he could have burned it off. But Peace would tolerate it for a bit longer.
One of the humans stepped closer to him, the one all the hurt ones flocked around after fights. Peace thought it was fairly obvious that he wasn't hurt, but humans were often slower on the uptake. Still, he didn't want to be touched by this stranger so he just growled, fur rising. He wouldn't actually attack, probably. Dad would get stressed.
Luckily, the human backed away. Peace thought their face was trying to look calm, but the smell of sweat crawling up his nose said differently. Good. Peace was grown and much stronger than the humans here.
They seemed to understand instinctively, staying away from him while they hiked back towards the portal.
Peace walked quickly. He enjoyed the dungeons, the opportunity to tear into weaker beings and become stronger, finally able to be his true self... but he also liked returning home at the end. No matter how much fun he had inside a dungeon, there was almost always something very important missing. His dad wasn't there.
And even when dad went with him, Peace would not allow himself to relax. Dad was fragile and had to be protected. As a filial child, Peace would take on this duty without hesitation.
Passing through the portal made his fur stay on end every time. It was the second worst part of travelling, the worst was the horrible air outside the dugeons. Cars were certainly useful if you were slow and quickly exhausted, but only if you couldn't smell the fumes the way Peace did.
But there was an upside to his keen senses. He could tell without even looking that dad was waiting for him just outside.
Knowing this took priority over anything else and he did not bother to humor the humans trying to see if he would start attacking (as though he'd ever lose control like that) before shrinking down and slipping between various legs.
Dad spotted him immediately, very possibly because Peace was causing a commotion. He may get scolded for that later. He did not care overly much, since it meant dad had his arms open for Peace to jump into.
He purred a greeting that dad returned but didn't understand and stuffed his nose into his dad's shirt.
"I missed you too, Peace-yah. Did you have fun?"
Peace said yes, but that the other humans kept bothering him, and Yoojin told him about all the meals he'd had while Peace was gone.
He took one of Peace's paws in his hand, critically examining the pawpad. Dad really liked pressing on it for some reason. "Are you sure you didn't get hurt? You're all covered in dirt, we'll have to bathe you when we get home."
Peace whined and tried to bury his face even deeper. It was childish of him, but dad would never scold him. He even thought it was cute when Peace acted like this. Sometimes, it meant that he paid more attention to Peace than his other kids.
"I know, I know, bathing is horrible. But our Peace is very brave and will manage just fine." Yoojin kept his hand buried in Peace's fur the whole car ride back. It was the only thing that made the ordeal even remotely worth it.
Even water was worth if it dad was there with him. Peace did not need help to clean himself, he had his flames. But it was nice of dad to make an effort with his hands, digging deep into Peaces fur and scratching him until his bones felt all soft and lose. It even helped get rid of his lose fur. So the older child was definitely lying when he claimed Peace didn't need the baths at all.
His favourite part, however came after all the fuss of leaving the dungeon and being checked over and bathed. It was when after all of that, his dad carried him over to the living room, still swaddling Peace in his towel like he was a human baby. Peace growled half-heartedly and then couldn't help but purr when Yoojin booped his nose.
"You've worked hard, haven't you, our Peace? You are the strongest and smartest monster I have ever met." Dad thought for a second, still petting Peace. "Just don't tell Blue."
Blue obviously wasn't very smart because she didn't stick with dad the way Peace did. It was the only rational decision any creature could make. Peace very kindly explained all this to his dad, who did not understand a single thing.
Peace forgave him only because Yoojin stretched out on the sofa and let Peace make himself comfortable on his stomach. Since this was the first time in quite a bit that he and dad were cuddling like this, Peace took his time to find the perfect position and only settled down after he had turned around himself a couple of times.
Dad grumbled a little, "now I'm all covered in fur again, thanks." But he made no move to dislodge Peace. He probably wouldn't be made to move until dad had to go to the bathroom or it was time for dinner. With a bit of luck, he'd fall asleep on the sofa and the other kids wouldn't dare disturb their peace.
And even if they did, Peace thought as he settled his head on his paws, Peace was allowed to sleep on dad's bed with him, so he wouldn't be annoyed for long.
His pur matched the rhythm of dad's fingers in his fur as he settled down for a nap.
His thumb quickly swiped on his phone screen, rejecting and selecting based on pure whim. Han Yoojin thought it would be funny to catfish some people online to pass the time. He hasn’t been getting any scam calls anymore, and when he does get one his dutiful children won’t let him play with them. So he’s been stuck in his bed, resting. The boredom was gnawing at him.
Of course he wasn’t doing this as himself. Han Yoojin chose the best looking famous person he knows and used his visage to swipe through this dating app. The golden paragon himself, Sung Hyunje. A smirk crossed Han Yoojin’s face, what else was his Skill good for?
To not let this trace back to himself so easily he even made sure to use photos from the internet, cropping them in different ways. As well as an interesting bio full of information from Sung Hyunje’s wiki page. Occasionally he’d get a response but a dick pic wasn’t really a real response. The other half would be people questioning him or going “haha funny.” He’d earnestly talk to both but they’d quickly stop talking to him.
Still this was more entertaining than just doing nothing all day.
Han Yoojin grinned when he found another Sung Hyunje, this time the profile calling himself Seseong Guild Leader. He softly laughed as he matched with his fellow catfisher. They easily bantered around with each other, Han Yoojin was having a great time.
Seseong Guild Leader: Hello fellow Sung Hyunje how do you do?
Sung Hyunje: Perfectly well my dear doppelgänger. How does it feel being a fake? ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: Oh my, quite an aggressive start, I believe I would be more courteous.
Seseong Guild Leader: Especially to someone as good looking as me. ^^
Sung Hyunje: My apologies, you are quite handsome, not as good looking as me of course.
Sung Hyunje: I’d say a 9/10 while I am of course a perfect 11. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: How interesting, thank you for the compliment dear fellow Sung Hyunje.
Sung Hyunje: I wouldn’t say it was a compliment but I could never insult a face so close to mine. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: I see. I do feel like must say that i don’t use ^^ quite as often as you are.
Sung Hyunje: I use them the right amount as the real Sung Hyunje.
Seseong Guild Leader: Of course, you’d know best as the real one most certainly.
Sung Hyunje: ^^ Quite Right.
Sung Hyunje: ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: ^^
Sung Hyunje: ^^
Sung Hyunje: ^^ ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: I did notice your profile pictures come up when I search the internet. How can I be sure you’re the real one without seeing your face?
Sung Hyunje: Why must I prove myself to a fake? ^^
Sung Hyunje: I’m truly the real one, look. [A picture of Sung Hyunje]
Sung Hyunje: This is a self portrait I just took to prove you wrong. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: I have just been proven wrong. ^^ You must be the real one.
Seseong Guild Leader: Sadly I must cut our wonderful conversation off and pause our blossoming friendship.
Seseong Guild Leader: I’ll be in a dungeon for the next few hours and will return most hastily.
Sung Hyunje: You could just say you have to go to your normal job, as I, the real Sung Hyunje, must skip my duty to go into the dungeon today to play around. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: Haha, yes, I’m going to my normal job now. ^^
Sung Hyunje: Have fun earning your mediocre salary. ^^
Han Yoojin looked at the time, his eyes widening, it’s been a couple of hours. Turning off his phone and setting it down he called for Yoohyun to enter the room. His younger brother quickly entered and walked up to him, a small gentle smile appearing on his face.
Han Yoohyun was happy to see his hyung resting in bed like he was told. “Are you hungry hyung? It’s almost dinner time.”
Han Yoojin gratefully looked at his cute brother. “Yes, I think it’s time for me to eat.” His stomach growled at that moment, seeming to be perfectly timed. He wasn’t going to be talking about what he was doing today, he doesn’t want his last form of entertainment to be taken away.
After dinner Han Yoojin checked the messages his phone. Nothing yet so he set it back down to go get ready for bed. Afterwards he checked it one more time and was surprised to find a new message from the Seseong Guild Leader catfish.
A quick smirk flashes on Han Yoojin’s face as he responds.
Sung Hyunje: Goodnight fake Sung Hyunje. May your dreams be as golden as my hair. ^^
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The next few days Han Yoojin posing as Sung Hyunje and his imposter catfish friend kept talking. He was truly enjoying the banter between them. They even got up to some silly roleplay occasionally. Han Yoojin rating the fellow imposter’s service poorly.
He could feel himself getting more attached to this fake Sung Hyunje. Since it was through messages as well, they could talk practically at any moment, except for when Han Yoojin was in a dungeon or the other was at (presumably) their job.
Soon the days turned into weeks, they kept talking. Han Yoojin kept enjoying the company more and more. Before he knew it, a month had flown by. Their friendship fully bloomed, though they talked about themselves, there was still the lingering battle of dominance. Proving to the other that they were the real Sung Hyunje. Han Yoojin thinks he’s winning though.
Seseong Guild Leader was making quite a strong case, sadly, with the photos that he’d share. Han Yoojin just assumed that the other one worked at Seseong. Which made him mildly excited, since he was going to visit soon. For a business deal, of course. And not to search for the person he may or may not have a crush on at this point in time.
A small smile showed on his face as he and Han Yoohyun got into the expensive car. Han Yoojin’s eyes almost glued to the phone. Messages flying between the two.
Seseong Guild Leader: Hello dear Real Sung Hyunje, are you at your totally real and exciting job? ^^
Sung Hyunje: I’ve actually been out of the office and will be returning shortly. ^^
Sung Hyunje: Since I was out raiding a dungeon in the last week. ^^
Sung Hyunje: Someone as rich and beautiful as me has to take self care breaks after all. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: How wonderful to know you still think about your magnificent looks.
Sung Hyunje: Well of course! As the real one I must take care of my perfect visage. ^^
Seseong Guild Leader: I must agree, as the real Sung Hyunje you do have the perfect visage. Able to inspire the masses. ^^
Sung Hyunje: I am brighter than the sun and blind just as many people.
Seseong Guild Leader: Oh dear, we blind people? How blessed are they for us to be the last thing they see?
Sung Hyunje: Very blessed indeed.
Sung Hyunje: I’ll have to cut off our conversation here Seseong Guild Leader. I’m arriving to my stop soon.
Han Yoojin looked over at his brother. Han Yoohyun sat next to him, looking down at his phone. His little brother’s face marred by confusion.
“Hyung why have you been spending so much time talking to that guy online?”
A simple question, but Han Yoojin felt himself blush, it was from a dating app after all.
“It’s not actually the Seseong Guild Leader. It’s just someone pretending to be him.” Shame twisted his face as he painfully answered.
“Still, why have you been paying so much attention to that and not me?” Han Yoohyun pouts.
Han Yoojin snaps his eyes open and looks over at his brother. The rest of the car ride to the Seseong Guild building was spent pampering his little brother.
The two walked up to the grand entrance, planning to talk about dungeon rights.
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Seseong Guild Leader: Have fun. ^^
Han Yoojin just glances at the message notification. Not answering. Up in Sumg Hyunje-ssi’s office, Han Yoojin was face to face with the man he’s been impersonating for the last month. It was a little awkward. Maybe Han Yoojin shouldn’t have kept up his Sung Hyunje-ssi roleplay for so long.
Just as Han Yoojin was debating the ethics of such things, feeling mildly guilty, Sung Hyunje walked up to him a sunny expression. His deep and smooth, velvety, voice found itself near Han Yoojin’s ear.
“Having fun my dear fellow Sung Hyunje?” The sunny expression turning brighter, and smug.
Han Yoojin was shaken down to his very core. -LOVE OF MY LIFE SESEONG GUILD LEADER IS THE SESEONG GUILD LEADER?!?!-
i think pre regression hyj can smoke. as a treat for me lol
[ID: Digital fanart of pre regression Han Yoojin form Sclasses That I Raised. He's leaned up against lightpost covered in flyers, he's hunched over and trying to light a cigarette he's holding in his teeth. He's focusing on his task and looks tired and roughed up with bandages on his face and half his face in shadow. The flame from his (unseen) lighter is reflecting in his eye. /end ID]
Han Yoojin's ideal type was answered in the previous comment.
Han Yoohyun has absolutely no personal interest in anyone outside of Han Yoojin, so his ideal type, whatever that means for him, is also Han Yoojin. ^^
For Park Yerim, at present, her ideal type in the sense of role models and wanting to be like them, is probably either Han Yoohyun, Moon Hyuna, or Sung Hyunje. Due to the the influence of Han Yoojin and Sung Hyunje, Song Taewon is thought of as someone to be taken care of*.
Note: * I spent an actual full hour on just that last sentence and I am still not sure. Literally, the sentence is about Song Taewon[the subject] thinking of [a singular someone] as one to be taken care of. But Song Taewon's part of the answer comes after a couple of paragraphs! Given its placement in the answer, the sentence most likely has to still be referring to Yerim's perspective on various characters. So this feels like the most likely meaning? And it's a fascinating perspective that IMO is kind of supported by the Chatterbox party arc. But I would love other people's opinions on this.
Sung Hyunje's is Sung Hyunje. While they can't be considered at the level of his 'ideal types', but still to the level of being someone who has caught his eye, it would be Han Yoojin and Song Taewon.
Moon Hyuna also tries to focus on her own self rather than on others, but she tends to like cute types that she thinks have a completely different vibe from her.
Song Taewon's (ideal type), in a complicated way, is Sung Hyunje. By the end of the story, as expected, in a similarly complicated and not-easily-understood-way, it also includes Han Yoojin.
Yoo Myungwoo doesn't have any particular interest in going out of his way to look at/seek others. Anyone who naturally catches his eyes is enough to meet his standards.
As for Riette, she thinks that she herself is the best, but the one who is the most cute and pretty is Noah. And Noah was always focused on / looking up to his older sister. But by the end of the novel, his perspective will become broader.
Q. 인물들의 이상형이 궁금해요.
└ 근서 22.07.23 20:06 | 한유진은 앞의 댓글 중에서 답변 되었습니다. 한유현은 한유진 외에는 인간적인 관심이 아예 없기에 이상형도 어떤 의미든 한유진입니다^^ 박예림은 현재로서는 닮고 싶다는 의미로 한유현이나 문현아, 성현제일까요. 송태원은 한유진과 성현제의 영향으로 챙겨줘야 하는 대상이라고 생각하고 있습니다.
성현제는 성현제입니다. 이상형까지는 못되지만 그래도 자신의 눈에 든 상대 정도로는 한유진과 송태원이겠지요. 문현아도 타인보다는 자기 자신을 바라보려 하지만 자신과 전혀 다른 느낌이라고 생각하는 귀여운 타입을 좋아하는 편입니다. 송태원은 복잡한 의미로 성현제입니다. 완결 시점에서는 역시나 복잡하고 미묘한 의미로 한유진이 들어갈 수도 있을 거예요. 유명우는 굳이 타인을 바라 볼 마음이 없습니다. 자신의 눈에 드는 것으로 충분한 위치예요. 리에트는 자기자신이 최고지만 귀엽고 예쁜 건 노아이고 노아는 언제나 누나를 바라보고 있었습니다. 완결 시점에서는 시야가 더 넓어지겠지만요.
Moon Hyuna likes younger people who have a certain kind of cute and adorable* charm. Honestly, Han Yoojin was also quite to her taste in terms of personality and looks, but he didn't quite fit the bill due to his slight physique and the stronger feeling of him being like a younger sibling.
Among the other characters around them, Han Yoohyun is younger but not cute, Sung Hyunje is neither younger nor cute, and Song Taewon isn't younger but he's quite cute, so Moon Hyuna herself thinks, "If I really had to pick one, it would probably be Song Taewon?" Among the S-ranks revealed so far, Sigma is probably the closest to her ideal type.
There was a time when Kang Soyoung, after finding out about Moon Hyuna's tastes, said, "Unni, I'll have to reject anyone who's not a dragon! So don't fall for me!" and then got smacked on the back for it.
Note: 귀엽다 is the word being translated as cute and adorable.
Q. 문현아 이상형은 뭔가요?
└ 근서 22.07.03 20:24 | 문현아는 귀여운 맛이 있는 연하를 좋아합니다. 사실 한유진도 성격이나 외모로는 꽤 취향이었지만 체격이 작고 동생으로 여겨지는 면이 더 커서 빗겨나갔습니다^^ 주위 다른 캐릭터들 중에서 한유현은 연하지만 귀엽지 않고 성현제는 연하도 아니고 귀엽지도 않고 송태원은 연하는 아니지만 제법 귀엽긴 해서 굳이 한 명을 골라야 한다면 송태원일까, 라고 문현아 스스로 생각하고 있습니다. 현재까지 나온 s급 중에서는 시그마가 가장 이상형에 가까울 겁니다.
문현아의 취향을 알게 된 강소영이 언니 전 드래곤 아니면 사절이에요, 저한테 반하지 마세요! 했다가 등짝을 맞은 적이 있습니다.
hellion by Frill
Fandoms: SCTIR/MSCH & GDCG/GSGW
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sung Hyunje/Han Yoojin, Han Yoohyun & Han Yoojin, Park Yerim & Han Yoojin, Han Yoojin & Moon Hyuna, Han Yoojin & Song Taewon
Characters: Han Yoojin, Han Yoohyun, Sung Hyunje, Moon Hyuna, Park Yerim, Song Taewon, Yoo Myungwoo
Summary:
“Hand it over,” he said, voice clear and resolute.
Sung Hyunje continued to smile, but there was nothing whimsical about it. “Han Yoojin is truly retiring?”
Han Yoojin only worked at the company for one reason. It was always for his brother. He needed the Wish Potion if he was ever going to see him again.
Han Yoojin chuckled hollowly. “It’s not like I worked for the hell of it.”
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