runยฟaway
for @xvhassel
heโs not a particularly nice person. that much has always been evident. han yunjo isโif we were to take a rough estimateโ79% good. but nice? not nice. not enough to jump at the sound of any distress, human or otherwise. not enough to beย โbetterโ in his parentsโ eyes. and definitely, definitely, not enough to come to the rescue of any olโ conflict on the streets.
but sel, sweet sel and his bountiful head of curls and all things good and nice and excluding spice. sel, the idiotย that has yet to learn to leave well enough alone (since when was settling high school disputes on the hero itinerary??) and went straight for the lionโs den.
picture this, real time: hassel holstein approaching a group of iljins (rough guess? by the makeup? the atmosphere? probably) with what yunjo can assume to be the best look of assertion possible for someone whose part-time job growing up was turning into adorable cuddle sized pokemonanimals. han yunjo stands a good few feet (and growing) away, uncharacteristically hopeful at 20 years for a reversal or even a sudden change of heart.
swerve! swerve!!!!ย yunjo thinks. โwhat do you guys think youโre doing??โ sel says.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โand who the fuck are you?โ
ah. dammit.
12:05PM: zoom in and through the the campus' mini overpass, and you see hassel holstein making a zippy walk through and pass the bridge to the cafeteria. add in a jolly whistle and some bobbing of his head to the beat of lunchtime-joy, then he's just a few more lengthy skips away from grabbing that mess tray. he lets out a low, happy chant of 'kimchi pancakes, kimchi pancakes,' as he anticipates on dumping his favorite side dish on at least three sections. or four? or better yet, maybe all of 'emโ
"oof," his crucial debate is shattered with the heedless bump of his chest against something. no, correction: someone. someone with a very... self-assertive 'look' going on with her eyeliners and all. like yikes, are they on their way to reach all the way to her temples, or???
โwhat the hell do you want, pet-boy?โ
hassel doesn't say much for a second, deciding against the unfiltered reply of his brain that spurts out a whisper of 'uh... kimchi pancakes???'ย okay, that's not what she's asking, he knows. he also knows that the poor little exchange student behind them is going through hell of a lot for her first week, probably got on these girls' nerves for god knows why. maybe because her eyeliners aren't about to draw a whole 38th parallel across her face and they're envious of that, who knows.
"yeah, heyโ, what do you think you guys are doing?" there is not an ounce of star quality in the way he recites this line, very realistic to the title of 'hero-in-training.โ he gently places his loose fists on his waist and gives them the most harmless, unthreatening expression ever. lips pursed with a gentle crinkle of the space between his brows, this is hassel's first attempt at his hero-drill for the year.
"it's not good to bully someone during lunch time! don't you guys know we have kimchi pancakes on the menu today?!" then the corner of his eyes catches a sight of familiar blue locks by the end of the bridge, and hassel locks on the brightest smile for his favorite hyung ever. his favorite hyung whoโs definitely about to step in and help him out on his hero-journey for the dayโย believes in it!

















