Hey, lovelies! This is a sentence starter meme for everyone! You’ll be able to reblog this meme for fourteen days starting today but feel free to continue answering memes after that, if need be. Go wild with them and have fun! (Feel free to use this for sentence starters or drabbles; the most important thing is to get everyone writing. Hopefully it’ll spark some new plot ideas and interactions too!)
Remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a meme, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! Feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. Most importantly, though, have fun!!
The unit’s last raid held the operatives down at a stalemate; They were called in on a hostage situation gone sour, where the cornered gangsters threatened a shootout when negotiations failed and neither party showed interest in cooperating. Now Noeul isn’t impervious to making mistakes, and yet here he was pending disciplinary action for getting everyone out alive. Never mind the part where he physically threatened and very nearly assaulted their commanding officer, or how he intentionally turned off his wire and led the team into the building, inciting a minor fire-fight that endangered the lives of not only his men but also the hostages.
Noeul’s a good officer, good down to the bone, with every shred of his existence doing what's right is what he believes in. But what sets him apart from good officers is that right or wrong, orders are orders, and good officers unconditionally do what they’re told. That’s just how it was in this world, where everything moves in accordance to procedure, and every action is subject to consequence — a concept Noeul consistently fails to adhere to.
It’s safe to say Noeul was in a fairly foul mood after getting an earful from the higher-ups, and to make matters worse his seniors were due to return from their breaks any time now. Unwilling to hear anything more from them about how bad a job he’s doing, the rookie slouches over his desk and just hopes his shift would end sooner.
he had honestly started to doze off while he waited, legs stretched out on the coach in front of him and phone resting screen down on his chest. it was comfortable and there was no one around to bother him, only the sound of the shower reminding him that there was actually someone else in the apartment as he wasn’t as alone as he wanted to be.
eventually, the return of the younger officer did wake him up a little, a little sleepily pushing his hair out of his face as he sat up again. “do we really have to go?” he whined a little, swinging his legs around so his feet were on the floor again, pushing himself up into a standing position. “we could just stay here and drink all we wanted to without having to leave.” not to mention it would be cheaper, but hyungsik wasn’t planning on paying for this. noeul wanted to go drinking, so he could damn well pay for it.
“senior citizen?” he scoffed, not wasting any time to reach out and try and swat the younger upside the head with his good hand, “aish, did you never learn to respect your elders?” he wasn’t even thirty yet! getting there, but not quite, but even when he did turn thirty he wouldn’t be a senior citizen. that was just rude and he didn’t appreciate it.
Hyungsik’s hand meets the back of his head with a loud, unsavory smack, almost as if to say ‘serves you right’, but it’s almost no deterrent to Noeul, who returns the exasperated gesture by nonchalantly slinging an arm around the older man.
“Listen hyung, all we could drink is six bottles - then one of us is going to have to run out to buy more.” Noeul tells Hyungsik between excitable chuckles, taking step by impatient step out of the apartment and onto bustling city streets. It’s almost strange how much Noeul lets go of when he’s with Hyungsik, like all that stress and standoffishness just stops the moment they’re both in the same room. “And knowing you, you’re gonna make me go. Like it’s always been. So why not save the trouble and just go to an actual bar, hm?”
The two go on bickering throughout the walk to their usual bar, but when they get there it’s a lot more crowded than they would have imagined. Noeul’s never seen these guys before; and they’re unfamiliar, almost gruff-looking enough to set off little alarm bells in his head but he wasn’t here to be a cop, not tonight. So in the midst of gang members having their own after-hours drinking party, Noeul takes a seat along Hyungsik and orders enough to get them both wasted.
“i’ve been up for hours and you do tend to get tired when you don’t sleep,” just because he hadn’t been doing anything for most of the day didn’t mean that he couldn’t be tired. if he had his way he would be going to bed. “but fine,” he gave in eventually, knowing that he probably wasn’t going to let it go if he refused, “if you get cleaned up.” sometimes he really did feel like a mother.
and then there was a shirt on his head. without even hesitating, hyungsik pulled it off his head, twisting his body around to chuck it towards the back of noeul’s head as he vanishes into the bathroom. while he was showing, hyungsik stood himself up and wandered towards his bedroom, rummaging around the bag of the younger’s stuff shoved in his closet, leaving it near the bathroom door.
then he went back to his closet and pulled out a clean shirt, making a quick change before wandering back out and sitting himself down where he had been before. now all he had to so was sit around and wait for him to get out of the shower, which could be minutes or a lot longer depending on how much time he wasted just standing around under the water.
Showering doesn’t take Noeul too long, a few minutes at tops and a couple more to get dressed. Before you knew it, save for the unkempt, damp hair, Noeul was all set for their night on the town. Guess the police academy had it’s benefits, it taught the poor sod not to waste and to make haste whenever possible, because you never knew when you’d be called out for a drill.
Noeul comes back out looking fresh and well-groomed, dressed in the clothes he left here for a day much like this one. He never bothered getting all dressy for their nightly outings, and when he turns to meet eyes with Hyungsik he’s glad his older friend had the same thoughts.
(Though when he really thinks about it, Hyungsik’s probably counting his lucky stars that he’s not wearing the same filthy clothes he came in above all else.)
“You ready? Then let’s go! I heard there’s a bar downtown giving drinks away for free if you guzzle more than ten cups,” A pause, then Noeul locks eyes with Hyungsik, excitably patting his back. “And another one offers 50% off if you bring a senior citizen. Finally hyung, you and your old age will finally be of use to me!”
“welcome to the life as an officer in the spd,” was all he could really say in response to that. you worked more than you should and never really got breaks, especially seeing as they were in seoul and bad stuff always ended up happening because of the gangs freely roaming the city. “i don’t normally have to clean the couch because it’s not dirty,” he added, prodding the younger with his elbow, “but you’re going to get it all dirty by sitting in it like that. you are covered in dirt. you could have at least changed before you showed up.” maybe he sounded a bit like a nagging parent, but he didn’t appreciate this very much.
he lifted his hand, staring at the wrap around his wrist which was acting as a support. “nothing, just sprained it is all,” he pushed the question off, shrugging a shoulder, “and, actually, i’m more tired than anything right now because, if you hadn’t noticed, it’s pretty late.” he almost felt like shoving his phone in his face just to show him the time it actually was. though he felt like he didn’t have much room to complain as he hadn’t actually been working.
“you want to go out for drinks when you brought some here?” it seemed pretty pointless, and would cost more. “besides, you look like shit and i am not letting you out in public looking like this.”
“Tired doing what? Sitting on your ass all day? Didn’t know that was possible.” Hyungsik’s nagging elicits no more than a sour grimace from Noeul, and after a short pause he drags himself off the couch and onto his feet. “Fine mom, I’ll go take a shower and then can we go out?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer to his question. Instead Noeul peels off his shirt and tosses it on Hyungsik with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster, then disappears into the bathroom after stealing a towel from the master bedroom. You’d think he’d have the least bit of respect for the homeowner but no — At this point Hyungsik’s home was just as good as Noeul’s, there weren’t any arguments about that. The two men were practically living together as much as they’d go to great lengths to deny it.
Noeul doesn’t know how all this began, or if he even deserves it at all, but at the end of it he’s thankful everything worked out the way it did between himself, Hyungsik and Sera. It’s a hard enough life working the job he loves but nothing makes it better than actually having something to come home to after a long day.
Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been a little slow with plotting and IMs, I’ve been recovering from a bad cold/fever and now it’s come back and hit me full swing// Hopefully I’ll get better in a flash and reply to everyone at full speed! In the meantime just try to bear with me ｡ﾟ(*´□`)ﾟ｡
he shook his head a little at the jab, laughing and closing the door behind his friend as he walked inside his apartment.
in the state he was in, hyungsik did feel a little bad that he had missed out on this fun. it sounded a lot better than just lounging around the place with nothing to do. however, as noeul parked himself on his couch, a scoff left the older’s mouth. “aish, would you at least clean yourself up before you ruin my furniture?” if it got covered in dirt, then noeul was going to be dumped with the cheque to get it cleaned again. it was not like the younger ever needed permission to use his shower, it just sort of happened and he helped himself whenever he wanted to. hyungsik even had a bag of his stuff in his closet for him to change into afterwards.
“i am not slacking,” he huffed a little as he sat himself down, sticking his legs up on the coffee table in front of him, “i’m an invalid.” the truth of it was he had even tried to show up that morning, but had been sent home again until he was properly healed. it was not like he could shoot straight when it hurt to even life anything with his bad wrist, let alone hold up a gun.
“Take it easy on me, I haven’t had a break all day. No, all week.” Noeul rests his head back against the couch and wipes the black stains marring his face on his sleeve. “What are you talking about, it’s not like you clean the couch anyway, hyung.” Like a spoiled child, he closes his eyes and tries to the best of his ability to block out Hyungsik’s incessant nagging, but he throws in the towel only shortly after.
“What happened to you? Don’t go telling me I look like shit when you’re looking just as bad.” Noeul chuckles, taking right after Hyungsik’s bad example as the two grown men both kick their feet up on the coffee table. “My senses are telling me that you’re bored being home alone, can’t even rustle your own jimmies because of your jacked up hand.”
It’s kind of hard for Noeul not to crack up at his stupid joke, but instead he flashes a cheeky smile and takes matters into his own hands on their plans for the night. “Hyung, I know just the thing to cheer you up. Let’s go out for drinks. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
he didn’t really enjoy his days off, mostly because he got incredibly bored just sitting around the house with nothing to do. if he could have his way, he wouldn’t really have any days off, but he was recovering from a sprained wrist and was told he needed to rest it. annoying, but there was very little he could do about it, so, there he was, home alone just lounging around on the couch in front of the tv as the hours ticked on by and the day got later and later.
that was when someone knocked at his door.
he hadn’t been expecting anyone, frowning a little as he checked the time on his phone. it was late, so this was either going to be bad news or he was going to be rather surprised. pushing himself to his feet, the dragged his feet towards his front door, running a hand back through his hair with his good hand before reaching out to the doorknob, twisting it and yanking the door open to whoever was standing there.
noeul was standing on his doorstep with a pack of beer looking like he had just had the time of his life. “you look like shit,” he commented rather lightly, stepping aside to let the other through the door, “looks like you’ve been having fun.”
The snide remark from Hyungsik earns a little smile and a jab to the arm from Noeul, then a drawn-out groan. “Ugh, tell me something I don’t know.”
“Listen, hyung, fun isn’t the half of it.” Carelessly, he kicks off his shoes and strolls inside the apartment, not forgetting to dump the bottles of beer on the kitchen table before he makes himself at home on Hyungsik’s couch. To Noeul, Hyungsik’s sweet bachelor pad was just like a home away from home, classy, modern and everything his own shabby flat was not. Well to be fair the only downside was having to deal with Hyungsik’s bouts of obnoxious spazzing and to clean up after him, but that’s something he puts up with on the daily anyway.
“Hey, I wouldn’t have a problem with it if they’d just given me a couple days off every week but —”
“Wait a second.” He cocks his brow and turns to look at the other man, his expression twisted into one as bewildered as ever. “If you’re slacking off all alone, does that mean I’m doing your share of work?”
This was just one of those days that nothing went right, not for Noeul, and not for the SPD. It’s on his first day off in ages that a firefight breaks out and the boys are called right back in after they’re dismissed. Noeul thinks it’s unfair when really it’s far from it; exhaustion and the nature of his work just come hand in hand, besides, doing the right thing should always come first, shouldn’t it?
It’s not to say Noeul doesn’t perform well, though. The team quickly subdues and apprehends the perpetrators, and by the late evening their commanding officer sends the exhausted men off after working them well past the local labor laws.
And that’s how he finds himself on Hyungsik’s doorstep, looking about as sorry as a kicked puppy, hair disheveled with streaks of dirt and gunpowder still on his face. He’s got a six-pack of cheap beer in his hands and a little glimmer of hope that his buddy, lucky enough to be off-duty at the time, had any better ideas.
Every bone in Noeul’s body tells him that he should get some rest, that he should go to sleep and wake up the next morning to be a productive human being. But no — There’s no way Noeul was going to waste his day off being unproductive, he was going to make it count whether or not his body clock approved.
➤ 한노을/HAN NOEUL(n): A SIMPLETON, AN UNGOVERNED IDEALIST, A HERO
Han Noeul is a twenty four year old SWAT officer working under the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. Because of unfortunate biological circumstances, his face makes him look like a thug and is the root of countless misunderstandings. Somewhat of a loose cannon and brimming with raw potential to boot, Noeul makes a name for himself among his teammates and members of the police force, who jokingly call him "hero".
(tl;dr) of Noeul’s biography and some character trivia under the cut
↪ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ • Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ • Aᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛs
Noeul is the illegitimate son of a Black Lotus racketeer and a young late-night bar hostess. Due to his illicit line of work, Noeul’s father was murdered during Noeul’s childhood and his mother raised him alone from then.
Noeul’s only officially been part of the SPD for a little more than two years. He’s a rookie and acts the part. A bit of a maverick and naive to a shameless degree, he lacks no confidence in believing what he’s doing is right.
To much of his torment, Noeul’s biggest genetic misfortune rests in his eyes and stature- a direct inheritence from his gangster father- which make him look like a criminal. He is woefully aware of this but can’t seem to help it; Noeul just exudes intense aggressiveness without actually intending to do so.
While Noeul has a really intense face and can give (sometimes unintentional) death glares that send even the most hardened criminals running, he’s really just a sweet guy. Unfortunately this mean looking face of his often frightens off the people he tries to help, since most take one look at him and think he's some kind of criminal or neighborhood thug.
(Some funny instances include the time Noeul was once dragged to his uniform-toting patrol buddies by a little old lady who mistook him for a suspicious character and the time where a bunch of delinquent schoolkids came up to him asking for a fight.)
He is constantly referred to as ‘hero’ by fellow members of the police force. The whole thing was originally coined by a superior to be dismissive and demeaning, but Noeul takes it in stride and wears the title like a badge of honor.
Noeul is a giver, not a taker, and sometimes he fails to realize that he gives and gives and gives and leaves nothing for himself. He’s not used to people caring for him since he’s the one who prioritizes taking care of others.
He’s a workaholic through and through. Noeul is always on his feet and can’t go about with nothing to do, since he’s easily bored and constantly needs to be part of any kind of action.
Noeul enjoys social events, high-stakes party games with friends (not limited to drinking games, darts, pool or cards), cooking, cleaning and doting on those close to him.
He has a bad habit of tugging at his fringe when nervous, flustered or stressed.
He’s very hardheaded, and once he sets his mind on something there’s no changing it. Noeul doesn’t believe in the saying ‘you can’t save them all’ because no matter the circumstance or the cost he’s at least going to try.
Noeul's got a real funny way to show he cares. He gets ridiculously overprotective, constantly worries and will make it a point to ensure the safety and wellbeing of his loved ones. He'd yell and nag at them and it ends up coming off as being controlling or overbearing — but really, Noeul cares way too much and is awful at expressing how he really feels. He'd never forgive himself if anything happened because of his inability to protect them.
Noeul is actually kind of handsome if you stop to appreciate his face, and he’s a lot gentler than his outward demeanor suggests.
He undoubtedly has an image problem. Noeul is actually pretty insecure about his appearance and the overconfidence he shows is actually him compensating for those shortcomings. (You know what they say, you fake it ‘til you make it.) Though over time, that overconfidence just became part of who he is.
In high school, Noeul was a real delinquent — a daily brawler who was one of the lowest scoring students in the entire school. Things weren’t easy, though. Since everyone assumed he was a badass of the highest degree, everyone but a small group of people avoided him.
He kind of knows how to play the acoustic guitar and his other special skills include: opening stuck jar lids, reaching and taking things from out-of-reach shelves, not being afraid of bugs, somehow knowing every word to Red Velvet’s Russian Roulette and taking naps anytime and anywhere.
Hey, lovelies! This is an sns/texting meme for everyone! You’ll be able to reblog this meme for fourteen days starting today but feel free to continue answering memes after that, if need be. Go wild with them and have fun! (Feel free to use this for sentence starters or drabbles; the most important thing is to get everyone writing. Hopefully it’ll spark some new plot ideas and interactions too!)
Remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a meme, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! Feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. Most importantly, though, have fun!!
