I would like to submit a new ship to the Sctir fandom court to be reviewed for approval
(The subjects of this ship would pre regression Han Yoojin and pre regression Do Hamin. As I believe that this pair have a lot of potential to be explored
In order to argue my case I present the court a fanfic as evidence. I hope you all enjoy )
Knowing when to quit was a vital life skill. One skill that Do Hamin did not possess and the reason why he had a large target painted on his back by every hunter worth their salt.
Although he had to admit exposing his special skill of being able to track anyone and selling such knowledge in order to fuel his hyper fixation on hamsters...was stupid.
But at the time he had convinced himself that his new business endever would only last a short while and that he would stop once he had enough cash to open a hamster focused shop.
Obviously he did not. And now he was stuck shivering in the corner of his room with his blanket wrapped around him like some flimsy shield. As he imagined every shadow that floated by his window to a violent assailant waiting to attack . His phone nested besides him ,vibrating constantly from phone calls regarding job request, scouting offers and threats.Lots of threats.
Do Hamin knew that he should quit. He wasn’t fucking with trolls on the internet but actually people with super powers. He should step back right now before these over powered freaks blew up his apartment and his hamsters! His dad deserved to at least host a funeral with casket and an intact body!!!
Do Hamin felt the air begin to tighten and his breathing become faster. His hand shook as he reached for his phone. He needed to delete any link or server made for Happy Hamster Detective agency. He needed to get rid of his digital foot print before it was too late. He needed to disappear in order to be safe!
His chubby finger gravitated slowly towards the admin commands where he would find the bright red delete button.When from the corner of his eye he noticed something in comments section created for feedback and reviews
[ Thank You Happy Hamster Detective agency for helping me find my daughter ❤️]
Maybe it was the little red heart unlocking apart of Do Hamin empathy that he kept separate from his professional persona but he never REALLY stopped to realise that a large percentage of his clients where from worried family members. Its shameful to admit but Do Hamin would fittler out any information that wasn't a number or a form of identification by his nth enegery drink.
This included many sob stories
But The fact that these clients, these people who he knew only of their voices but not their faces had been impacted positively by him…?How the fuck could he will himself to leave this all now?
Not knowing what more to do, Do Hamin switched of his phone and began to cry.
It wasn’t until a few hours later and streets outside house became deadly quiet that Do Hamin decided to switch on his phone again. Not for anything grand like firming his resolve but to simplely to check the time.
That was when his phone once more began to ring . It was one of his more regular clients who Do Hamin took to naming ‘ Problem Magnet” that shone dimly on his screen. Not to say Do Hamin gave all his regulars nicknames…just this guy since he always seemed like he had new problem every time he called due to never looking for the same soul twice. The client called soo much that they became familiar enough to crack jokes with one another and was a gurenteed monthly pay check for Do Hamin that it felt right to solidify the troublemaker into his contact with a fitting nickname on a whim.
Maybe that’s why Do Hamin decided to pick up call. On a whim.
After turning on the speaker , Do Hamin lay on the ground wordlessly as the soft crackle of bad phone reception and steady breathing tickled his ear.
“….No happy hamster special greeting today?”
The sudden question forced a chuckle out of Do Hamins as he tiredly respond
“ sorry dude…I don’t have the energy for that show and dance right now or ever again….”
“ Did something happen?” Mr Problem Magnet asked as his voice crackled like small embers from a campfire.His tone was steady dispite the static ,it made Do Hamin want to spill the truth and tell this not so distant stranger the situation.
At least one person should have the inside scroop before he was gone right?
“ I been too reckless and now I have some third rate villains at my door step commanding me to join the “Dark side” or die “ Do Hamin could feel his lips tremble as he wrapped his body tighter with his blacket “ All their threats have been verbal so far but…but I am scared they will soon get physical and find out where I live “
“ I don’t know what to do”
“ i am going to die and their will be no one left to take care of my hamsters “
“ Find another guy to help you locate the people on you hit list because I don’t think I will be around for you to bug “
Other then a few squeaks coming from hamster in their cages the room silent. Do Hamin said everything he needed to say. Mr Problem Magnet who survived this long with the trouble he finds will have the brains to look for a new information broker.
Then Do Hamin will no longer be able to hear his voice. What a pity.
“ You must be wasting precious phone data listening to me whine so I think it’s time to say goodbye—-“
“ WAIT SECOND MR HAMSTER!”
“ Shit—Forget the hamster part but they as in your enemies are doing this because they fear what you can do “
Do Hamin was stunned. He didn’t think Mr Problem Magnet had a nickname for him as well but then again they never swapped names before. Well Anyways theses jerks are scared of him???
“ wait wind back a bit—how can they be scared me? All I can do is find people “
That's when A soft yet sinister laugh erupted from Do Hamins phone as he heard Mr Problem Magney tone switch to something lighter.
“ Exactly Mr Hamster and you can leak it “
Do Hamin felt like the devil was whispering wisdom through his ear as he sat up attentively to listern to Mr Problem Magnets distorted voice.As the client the spoke his thoughts out loud, many ideas began slotting into place in Do Hamin’s head. Like stone slabs being laid carefully over an already paved road.
“ You can find anyone’s location that means you can find their house. If you find their house you can find their family, if you find their family you find their history.And if you find
As if in a trance, Do Hamin stood up and began pacing around his bedroom, his hand clenched tightly around his phone while a slow smile crept across his face. He had a feeling Mr. Problem was smiling too, as his voice melted into something dark and curious . Almost corrupt.
“You find their secrets!”
“ yes and the internet is a very scary place…”
Since the dawn of social media doxxing has kept many users up at night more than any ghost or monster. Fear of the wrong person knowing all your personal information would give anyone chills. And these assholes who been plaguing his phone contacts and messages with their violent threats gave Do Hamin the assernal to get rid of them. Since he only needed a number or an id to find them.
Especially in this technological reliant society even if they changed it over and over , they will never be rid of him.And that made Do Hamin feel powerful.
“ THANK YOU LORD PROBLEM SOLVER YOUR NOTHING BUT A GENIUS “
“ Your welcome ” mr problem magnet voice buzzed softly “ You should still go into hiding if your going do this since there will be a lot of angry people. Do you have anyone that could help ?“
“ Yeah don’t worry I got a few contacts and I was planning to hide anyway “ Do Hamins said as he frowned at the pile of dirty laundry’s sat near his door. Properly should clean first before asking [ Seagull on the Mountain Out Back" ] to pay back a favour. That guy has always been reliable in their detective circles.
Now that Things where soo much simpler now that he knew what to do but suspicions crawled against his brain
“ Seriously man thanks for you help….but your not helping for free are you“
“ Thats how our world seems to work Mr Hamster”
He could hear a slight humming thought mixed with crinkle of bad reception echo through his phone before Mr Problem Magnet spoke with a verdict light on his tongue .
“ Keep your current prices the same “
Do Hamin blinked in surprise , his voice wobbling in confusion as he asked “ You don’t want a discount or for me to give you freebies???”
“ This is my discount” Mr Problem Magent responded very seriously as his voiced crackled “ if you survive this whole doxxing ordeal you will definitely get more clients and naturally raise your prices “
“ I have a long shopping list of people I need to deal with and I rather not go broke before that”
Do Hamin laughed heartily at the mention of his client wanting a long and affordable partnership. But there was still a burning question that he count gulp down.
“ mr problem magnet….aren’t you scared “
“ …you don’t know if I would use my power against you . I got your number soo what would you do if I post your information online? “
Do Hamin felted bad, he truly did for asking such a question but he wanted to see how his regular client and properly now his most dearest would react to such a threat. And if he needed to prepare against him as well.
After some silence the phone spoke again. Calm in tone and now void of static.
“ You can try if you want but I doubt you will add anything new. Good night Mr Do Hamin”
The phone call ended and just like that Mr Problem Magnet was gone.
Do Hamin stood quietly in the centre of his room trying to recall any moment he told this man his name. Chills began crawling up his spine when he realised he didn’t.
Before he could even panic and over analyse the threat from Mr Problem Magnet knowing his name could mean his phone buzzed with a new message from said terrifying client.
A gift card for some Korean fried chicken was inbox along with a message
[ You probably been too scared to properly eat any food so use this to order some chicken - Han Yoojin ]
Staring at the name Han Yoojin , Do Hamin was swept with an irritating feeling of familiarity. Was this MR Problem Magnets real name and this was his way of telling Do Hamin that he ment no harm?
A quick google search told Do Hamin everything he needed to know as the many gossip articles jogged his memory on who Han Yoojin was.
He was the infamous disowned older brother of one of the strongest S class hunters Korea. Despite his own rank being F class the man still stubbornly entered dungeons and surviveing like a cockroache each time.
Do Hamin slowly sat down his bed as he read through the insane amount of hate comments surrounding his client and along with information on where he lived as well as his social circle.His stomach churning from venomous intent of the comments threads that wanted to uses the knowledge for more practical harassment. It was sicking.
He now understood why Han Yoojin had a never ending request. The whole country was his enemy and it made his nickname for him feel more fitting.A part of Do Hamin admired his client for not quitting while the other felt guilt for even threatening to expose his information.
Clicking on side photo caught of Han Yoojin walking the street wearing a cap and his frowning lip slightly bruised. Their was a glint stubborn in his dark eyes lured Do Hamin in as he wondered out loud
“ you know…if all these comments are the honest truth how come no one mentioned how hot he looks?”
The internet truely was a weird but scary place.
( if this ship gets the approval of the s classes that I raised fandom court I would like to draw up a profession for their ship name to be Han-Do but it can changed if any one has a better name.
I hope everyone has a good day )
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