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"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...

fill in the categories with 5 things that your character can be identified by. repost, do not reblog. Tagged by: @sovtherncomf0rt (imma copy your format beau)  Tagging: @military-shop-untouchable​ @voiixes​ (my two daddies)

ft Kijung

i. emotions/feelings

1. tiredness, utter bone deep exhaustion to the point where he’s dragging himself to bed from the couch where he had fallen after a long shift.

2. determination - tell him he can’t or wont and he’ll make damn sure he does. 

3. the friendliness in his smile and even if he grumbles and complains, he’d bend over backwards for those he cares about

4. the calm when his fingers slip over ivory keys and play classical music from his professional days

5. enjoying a romantic day dream 

ii. greetings

1. a soft smile as lips press to his neck and he realises he’d disappeared into a musical daydream as he played to an empty bar before opening 2. a sarcastic comment accompanied by a sharp, unforgiving smirk as he polishes a glass 3. the slip of his controlled exterior seeing a long lost friend, the crumple of emotion, following the widening of his eyes before he flings arms around them and squeezes tightly.  4. slipping into bed at 4am when the bar finally closes, not wanting to wake them but needing a goodnight kiss and a whispered good morning.  5. a sleepy, groggy and snappy ‘yes!?’ as the shrill ringing of his mobile wakes him up at 11am, still cocooned in bedding with hair far messier then he would usually let anyone see. 

iii. colors

1. a clear amber 2. gun metal grey 3. marshmallow fluffy white 4. coke-a-cola red 5. black

iv. scents

1.  aftershave 2. cigarette smoke 3. coffee 4. hair products 5. cherry lip balm

v. clothing

1. pressed white shirts 2. a plain silver necklace 3. a bright red music college hoodie 4. soft, light grey pj bottoms 5.  boy band t-shirt

vi. objects

1. a half broken coffee machine with a button fixed with tape that needs hitting each morning to turn it on 2. a small black comb 3. the framed bottle cap of the first beer ever opened in his club 4. the club’s baby grand piano in shiny black wood with slightly yellowed and worn ivory keys 5. the keys to the club, on a ‘sassy kitty’ gifted key ring that’s battered with age and still makes him grumble in distaste. 

vii. vices/bad habits

1. smokes when stressed (literally the same as Minho) 2. insisting that he’s quit smoking to anyone who interogates him 3. being too picky and being hyper critical of men, whilst at the same time thinking his romantic life hopeless and DOA 4. classic workaholic  5. control freak when it comes to his club, only allows part time bar staff, taking on all the work himself

viii. body language

1. the slow, judgemental arch of his left eye brow 2. licking his lips before he lets them crack with a faint chuckle 3. letting out a soft yet long, forlorn sigh as he watches someone young do something impulsive and stupid in the name of lust or love 4. slouching over piano keys as his eyes close and he lets himself get lost 5. sleeping on his front, inevitably an arm or a leg flopping over the edge, as usually perfectly styled and combed hair covers his eyes 

ix. aesthetics

1. resting a phone between his shoulder and cheek, stress cigarette dangling between his lips as he gruffly argues with a supplier, hands full as he tries to change a keg in the basement, grumbling about giving it all up and moving to Hawaii.  2. frowning gently with understanding as he soothes the young bar-hand through another heart break, remembering what it was like to be 23, thinking every boyfriend was the great love - only to eventually watch him race off to jump on the back of some bozo’s motorbike and throw his heart into the ring once more. 3. falling asleep slouched in his arm chair, in front of a black and white romance, 8pm on his one night off in a week 4. playing soft yet technically demanding pieces on the bar’s piano, to a soft chorus of claps, a far cry from the concert halls of his past 5. daydreaming about dancing, resting a cheek on a shoulder and moving on slow steps, big hands splayed across his lower back 

x. songs

1. Rupert Holmes - Escape (The Piña Colada Song)  “if you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape, you´re the love that I’ve looked for, come with me, and escape"

2. Annie Lennox - You Belong to Me “just remember till you're home again, you belong to me”

3. Nina Simone - Mempis in June “it's paradise, brother take my advice, nothing's half as nice as Memphis in June”

4. Elton John - Are You Ready for Love?  “say the world, and I'll be there, loving you forever”

The demon sighs softly as he feels the shadows ease the aches of his body, slipping into the club he pays the patrons little attention, slim frame slipping through mingling bodies, sights set on the bar and much needed refreshment. The shadows did much for his energy, but alcohol... not that was an entirely new vice and saviour, one that he had come to learn could be wonderfully wrapped up in a fruity package. 

He ignored the calls for his attention, the hands slipping across his hips or the murmured ‘hey-’ for him to wait and talk a while. He pays them not even a glance, hands thrown off him. Flesh ws not his desire this evening. Resting hands against the bar once he finally reaches it, the tired shadow slowly heaves his skinny hips up onto the bar stool, and seemed to be in luck as a body moves in front of him behind the bar and he waves a hand for attention. “An appletini please-” he orders, before calling out quickly before the server can move away “-with a cherry” he nods, that’s the best bit and he will not be cheated out of it. 

Letting out another soft sigh, Wei slowly sits back, lifting his head as he allows his head to roll back a little and ease the tension in his neck. Damn, he thought he’d gotten close tonight, but whoever took his heart had left a hole in his chest that weighed him down and ached his body... yet another night of dead ends and only whispers.

reaction meme accepting | ft hanbin - caught stealing their belongings

“-what are you doing? Hey-!” Scrambling through the locker room on long legs, Hanbin tumbles into Daeshik’s side, arm winding around his neck in a headlock as he pulls the other away from where he had been rifling through his locker, greedy intent in his eyes. “I told you no!” He huffs, now struggling to hold the larger man as he fights back, “it’s mine! I won it! Fair and square!” He should have known that his partner couldn’t keep his thieving mitts to himself!

As the two of them continue to scuffle, other officers paying them little attention as they move around them, more then used to Daeshik’s antics, Hanbin only lifts his head from where Daeshik had it gripped between his bicep and forearm, other hand having yanked his shirt up his back, whilst the younger officer had gripped his pants - as the two of them hear a faint cough. Lifting his eyes, Hanbin’s mouth falls open and he quickly pushes his partner away from him as he stands, tugging down his shirt. “C-Captain!” He stammers, the man in question holding aloft the small, pink cat phone charm the two of them had been fighting over with an incredulous arch to his eye brow. 

How these two are his highest percentage arrest ranking officers he will never know...

What Noam hated particularly, above anything else really, were night shifts at the restaurant. Every two weeks, the owner organized an all-nighter for his so-called clientèle. Although he adored the owner, whom he knew since he was a kid and considered like a second father, he could not help but think this initiative was more or less stupid and useless. They did not have enough clients to stay open all night long, even once in a while. They were not even an izakaya, just a plain Korean restaurant. At least, he was paid double for the nights and that was why he volunteered for them all the time. After all, he was the only single waiter in the restaurant. He had no girlfriend, no wife, or no kids to go home to. Just a dog that was actually allowed in the restaurant and even became its mascot. Thus, he could do the night shifts.

But that did not make him behave any better. By all means, he was always grumpy and the boss was never here to see — of course he would not work at night —, hence his brutal welcome to the tall man who looked pale as a ghost and like he was going to pass out any minute. He immediately regretted his words and looked down at the counter of the bar. Since there were no customers who needed to be served anymore, he was taking care of the bar. Noam did not even have time to apologize that the man started a long and angry monologue. What was it with grown ups and this behavior? As if they were elders already and deserved respect. To the younger male, the young generation deserved as much respect as the elders. When he saw the clients getting up to leave, he frowned but did not rush after them. Instead, he furiously glared at his last customer. Without a word, he turned around to face the coffee machine. He did not make a disgusting coffee on purpose, like most would have done. He made the usual coffee they served, elongated it to fit with the clients request and... almost smashed the ceramic cup down on the counter in front of his client.

My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly ft Samuel

Jongjin leaned back in his chair, sighing out as he steepled his fingers and pressed his forehead to them. “I thought that we had already discussed the terms of their protection.” He frowned, thinking about what had been put in place, or at least what he had been told was done. “What is so hard about that? How many fucking chances do I need to give you?” His voice took on a deeper tone, the darkness beginning to swirl as he looked up at the other man who had begun to shake and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry, your time hasn’t run out...yet.” He waved a dismissive hand and looked at the other man that had come in with the male that was currently being spoken to.

As swirls of blizzard white whirl around him, Samuel dips his chin and nose deeper into his scarf as he drudges slowly through the snow. In his realm, he leaves deep foot prints and dragged steps, but in the realm of the living, the white blanket covering the Seoul street is still untouched, but for a sole track and drops of red blood along the path. As the wind lifts and twirls the end of his scarf, wrapped twice around his neck, and plays with the ends of his hair, the reaper moves steadily towards the form of a hunched back shivering against the cold. 

Soon the pain of the icy wind will leave him, as slashed wrists continue to seep bright crimson onto fresh snow, as the man’s back shudders with gentle sobs. Death fast approaching as he commits his final sin in a life long marred by devious acts. Yet to Samuel, there was no difference, not from a carer criminal to a child, they were all lost souls, passing on. He didn’t look upon him any differently. 

However even Samuel could tell that the man’s soul was different, usually he feels the draw like a shimmering rope to the dying, but here it was like a black void, sucking him in closer. This was his first truly tainted soul. 

Gently lifting a hand, he pulls away his scarf, baring concerned features as he gazes down at the man, before the other palm slowly touches his shoulder, as the last shuddering breath is drawn and he slumps against the soft snow. The man’s soul steadily lifts and uncurls, standing to his full height slowly but unlike others, he was not a vision of himself, but more like a shadow, greyed out and darkened by his wrong doings, as Samuel’s eyes lift to watch him, standing at a taller height then his own. 

Usually he would use words of comfort, to ease the passing of those lost or confused, but this man seemed merely... sinister. “It’s time to go” he says softly with a nod, as dark eyes settle on him, before his hand slowly extends for the man to take. So he can lead him on to his next destination.