#hanbin;starter

"Alright, Officer Kim, welcome to the precinct-" 

With his paperwork clutched in his nervous-tension fingers, cap and emblem under one arm and hair perfectly combed, styled and suitably quaffed, Hanbin tries to keep his beaming smile measured to a polite curve of the lips, as he bows to the Captain. “Thank you sir-” he murmurs, feeling the butterflies continue their aerobatic showcase in his stomach. 

Newly qualified and eager to serve and learn, Graduate Officer Kim Hanbin takes a long gaze around the precinct, as civilians and fellow cops mill around doing their business, a hubbub of activity, minor, but felt like the big leagues to him. Out of the training academy and pushed up from his small, outer city precinct this was the big leagues and he can’t wait to get stuck in with whatever career driven, moral beacon of a superior officer he’ll be partnered with. Someone to shadow, learn from, a mentor and hell.. maybe even a father figure. He was finally getting one step closer to his dream and whoever he was partnered in would have a big hand in shaping that dream for him...

"Quit wriggling-"

With his boots thudding against lino tiled flooring, Hanbin marches the familiar halls of the hospital, eyes darting around, as ever vigilant - the boy in his grasp struggling to keep up. With his fingers splayed across the young man’s forearm, grip tight crunching his leather jacket in his vice like hold, as his torch, baton and various pouches bounce against his hips from his utility belt. All but his handcuffs, as they sit pinching skin behind he young man’s back, binding his two wrists together. 

With a faint grumble under his breath, and untied shoelaces dragging along after sloppy, laboured steps, Daehyun casts a glance back at the policeman as he stumbles along ahead of the guy. His eyes glare back through hanging, box blonde bangs, before he stumbles a little more and deeper into the hospital’s Accident and Emergency ward. A bruise and angry looking lump starting to form on his bony temple, matching the hollow, sleepless bags under his eyes.

As they reach the desk, Daehyun catches himself a breather leaning against it a little, ignoring the glances cast his way from children an adults alike, and instead looks around a little higher, eyes squinting somewhat from the harsh florescent lighting above. “Hi, can we see a doctor, please?” Hanbin asks the nurse politely but gets little more then a grunt in reply, “-look I don’t mean to cut the queue but-” he begins, but once slicing glare his way and he falls silent, watching her turn away (hopefully to get him a doctor) before he hears Daehyun snort by his side and gives him a quick tug to straightening his posture and a grumble of “shut up-”  

“My trousers are falling down..” the blonde replies, now stranding straight as his eye brow arches and he nudges his head back to his bound wrists, noting he can do about it. “Oh you got to be kidding me..” the police cadet grumbles, before reaching out to start straitening his clothes. 

"So, you're saying he got hit by the car and just, got up...?" Eyeing them with a rather dubious expression, Hanbin gives in with a sigh and shakes his head as he starts to jot down their statement.

“Hey, does that guy look familiar to you?” Hanbin mumbles to his partner, as he leans back against the food cart, steaming tray of dumplings in his palm half eaten, as he chews. They’d managed to find ten minutes for a break from walking their beat, and as he licks his fingers his gaze remains focused on a eerily familiar face and a set of long legs. “I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before..” he mutters, as the cop next to him merely shrugs and was more interested in slathering more hot sauce on his noodles.