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[umeunsuh]

patman

wednesday afternoon, with @umnoeul

so maybe it’s not winter. like yeah, it’s july and she and her parents have a flight to catch for another part of the world real soon but. they’re still here in sunny south korea… and as homesick as eunsuh will dare to be by the weekend, she can’t say she isn’t excited for the sudden jump into another season. weather whiplash if you will. 

heck, though. what’s the fun in playing with alleged australian snow if it ain’t with friends? or like. half-stranger regulars you’re sorta fond of. you feel?

she’s got shaved ice leftover in a large bowl plate from the usual bingsu orders they make on days like this one. spoon in one hand, eunsuh pokes lightly at the toppings in the tinier adjacent bowl. “you can’t shape it with your hands for obvious reasons,” she starts, taking one more spoon in her other hand and separating a chunk of the ice away from the bigger pile. shoving said pile away to the side of the bowl, she shapes the smaller pile into a base—a circular tier, swiftly so it doesn’t melt too fast. “but it’s not hard with these.” she pushes the bowl towards noeul carefully, spoons now together and clinking in her closed right fist, handed over to him. “your turn.”

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it’s wednesday and you know what that means– everyone’s usual hump day, noeul’s included. he has no other plans for the earlier part of the day before he makes his way into his second den, foretold to be little less rowdy compared to days closer to the end of the week. so here he is, his butt hanging on the edge of the chair and barely preventing him from landing on the floor instead. ‘can’t you sit up correctly for once?’ his parents would always say, but noeul wasn’t the one to hang on words. still isn’t. shocker.

“where are your table manners, eunsuh? you’re not supposed to play with what goes into your mouth.” says the one basically melting down his chair. he drawls his gesture with the plastic spoon between his thumb and index finger, letting it undulate before dropping it on the table. it plops down curtly, his hand back in the pocket of his black pants. he looks at eunsuh with the most deadpan face that anyone would put on during a wednesday lull, no thought put into joining in on her inconsequential activity.

“i’d very much rather listen to how you’re doing at school.” keyword: rather. “any bullies? boys? don’t talk about higher education though, that shit will put me right to sleep.”

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not again!

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dodoum‌:

“uhhh.” okay, so: he’s technically allowed to go if he wants to, but she’s also gonna suffer from a two-hour lecture from ms. resident watching this whole exchange unfold (also conveniently stationed at a safe distance). she can’t hear a thing they’re saying but the dramatic tantrum he’s throwing gets dodo the look. the ‘do something about it’ look. dodo wilts. 

[ slowly, so as not to further antagonize the wild beast…] “okay, you probably don’t want to do that…” unless he likes the pain…which honestly wouldn’t be surprising, considering this isn’t the first time he’s busted in here looking, well, busted. the nurse beside them is pretending not to hear him, the go-to tactic for whiny patients. as always, dodo’s been sacrificed for the greater good.

“can you at least sit still for thirty minutes then? if you injure yourself more you’re gonna wish you stayed longer.” and neither of them want that. “anyways, why’re you in such a rush? you gotta date or something?” that gets a subtle pinch from the nurse. “ow.”

“time is money, i’m losing wons by the minute. by the second. ” literally. noeul tosses his reply while staring (more like glaring) at the nurse beside him, his expression looking like it’s some sort of physical translation of a growl. the buzzes on his phone prompt him to swipe through the messages from jaesung, then he heaves a sigh at the topmost notification.

[ 재성이형: if you get your ass back here with that arm of yours, you’re dead to me. stay put. ]

and with that, noeul flops back on the bed, letting it shift with a creak. god damn it.

“date?” he ugly-frowns, looking at her as if his grandma just shoved down some herb medicine down his throat. “good joke.” then, a momentary lull. almost looks doleful for a second. “i got shut out. forget it, discharge me whenever you deem it’s necessary.”

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not again!

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dodoum‌:

today’s been relatively peaceful for a change. most of the patients are in and out within the hour, which gives her enough time to small-talk to her heart’s content without getting an earful from the residents. everything’s going a little too well, so it’s no surprise when dodo’s good mood ends with the return of a familiar face. your favorite, yeseo unnie tells her with a gleeful smile that could rival any disney villain. oh no. oh yes, she responds cheerfully, giving her a none-too-gentle push. dodo stares glumly at his chart and shuffles over, crossing her fingers. maybe she’ll be lucky and catch him in a good mood…

…or not.

“i wasn’t going to ask anyways,” she grumbles under her breath, automatically moving to make sure everything’s in place. a quick glance at the doctor’s notes, then another at his new look à-la-emergency-room.  “you’re gonna have to stay for at least tonight, mister…” what was it? “han. just let me know if you need anything, i’ll be around until you’re discharged.” she utters a quick, silent prayer: please, please, please spare me.

“oh, goodie.” there is zero emotion in the way he lays down his words, facing the ceiling straight and letting his gaze sit on the tile grid. the most still he’s ever been in a while, but it doesn’t really last that long when he perks up at her words, brows furrowed and inquiring (in distaste).

“are you kidding me? no. i’m leaving in half an hour max, and that’s my will.” dragging up his half-mummified arm, he shakes it violently as to prove that he is a-ok. then he lifts up his other arm with the iv needle plugged in, pointing at the poor nurse as if that action alone speaks for his order.

“get this off of me, now.”

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DUH

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umroo‌:

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good thing she’s off work, ‘cause she’s not in the mood to fake pleasantries: “can you guys take this elsewhere?” the crowd parts and roo steps in, narrowly avoiding a swing. “dude!” (in english.) they’re too busy going at each other’s throats to notice. she’s just about to repeat herself again when a miscalculation causes (1) annoying dude to collide into her, causing them to land in a tangled heap on the ground and (2) smaller guy to go headfirst into their display window. and shatter. it. 

(cue: more angry dudes, a whole lot of confused yelling, and absolute fucking chaos.)

“…” as if this day can’t get any longer.

hello, 119?

…and the good guy, @pswum

it all starts with a ‘hey you,’ and a ‘let me talk to you for a sec,’ which really won’t take that long before it gets messy as a pigsty. a 6pm mayhem like no other.

oh, you know. the gangnam-classic. 

“you callin’ me?” noeul turns around with an index finger pointing at himself. there’s some default mafia game looking hoodlum a few feet away, arms crossed and with a clearly upset crumple of his face. kind of looks like that one character from street fighter (urien– but definitely a less hulky version.) ‘yeah, you.’ the rangy urien confirms, and noeul takes a glance at his watch before getting right to the point.

“i’m busy, lover boy– make it quick.”

it’s saturday, which means it’s money-making day for all party-related business owners like himself. he really isn’t saying that for stage show. ‘why, so you can go fuck around with my girl again?’ the dude snorts and spits on the ground, stepping closer and only a foot away him now. he’s obviously watched ‘nameless gangster’ and ‘friend’ way too many times on repeat all his teenage life. noeul heaves a breath, letting it cleanse his temper with a slow exhale. he adds a sightly grin for the early cherry-on-top to his upcoming line.

“if you’re not mistaking me for someone else, then it’s not my fault that she’s got some great fucking taste.” fuel to the fire. oh boy. and of course, his line only incites the classic comeback from the antagonist (arguably a protagonist): ‘this son of a goddamn bitch– today’s your funeral!’

everything quickly transitions into a scene closer to a catastrophe, the inciter throwing a fist at noeul and then stumbling past his missed swing. noeul really can’t get into another one of these shenanigans, not today. through the sidesteps at the taller one’s jabs at him, he takes a note of the amount of phones now held up around and recording. he’s got to end this quick, or he’ll get another one of those earful nag-time from jaesung. what a pain in the ass, he groans, letting him strike a blow below his chest.

“ow, ow– this guy’s about to kill me. someone help!” yelling so everyone around them can take note of who’s the perpetrator in this fight, he feigns the guise of a victim. it’s been a while since noeul’s taken physical hits from anyone (because he’d usually beat them up before they even can,) and shit fucking hurts. but the thing is, he can’t risk having anything on his record anymore for his business-sake or whatever. the guy takes another step towards noeul who’s now on the floor, and noeul flashes a crooked grin before discreetly and skillfully kicking their sheen. the dude topples over and hits the display front of the record store, shattering the glass all over.

yikes. definitely wasn’t a part of his plan. he hopes that counts as a self-defense move. i mean, probably, right?

“he did it, not me.” he shrugs as he glances over at the girl behind him, trying his best to hold in a load of laughter at the dude who’s now half unconscious. fucking idiot, he mutters, picking himself up and not minding the fact that one of the glass shard’s did the damage on his forearm. what a night.

[95z]

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past & present

back to 2013, with @umryusol

( ` high school romances are never as sentimental as you remember it to be, and noeul’s case is no different. puppy love? teenage crush? something like that. if you’re flipping the pages to this particular love story, however, boy– you’re in for the biggest cringe of your lifetime. ) get the fuck off my seat, dork. ( ` there goes the Classic Bully Line: you’ve been warned! ) ( ` proceeds to kick at the leg of the chair, letting it creak on the floor before that poor classmate of his scurries off to god knows where. ) come sit next to me, it’s gonna be a while until the teacher gets here.  ( ` drags the now-empty seat to the side of his own, his prior bearing nowhere to be seen and swept clean to a big, smitten smile. ) ( ` gestures for sol by the classroom door to make her way over, well aware that everyone’s eyes are on him and his girlfriend. yeah, that’s fucking right. his way of warning everyone that whoever lays their hand on her will never see their light of day ever again, guaranteed. )

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did you hear somethin’?

back to 2017, with @umroeun​

his past high school delict is freshly laundered by the time he lands his first step into sogang, and it should’ve remained in such a still. should’ve. it only partly goes down the drain (his flawless upperclassman image or whatever,) when he catches the messy scribbles on this girl’s notebook: ‘han noeul - fake ass bitch. the more i look at him the faker he seems. fillers? botox? the fuck is with that smile. are people really taking him seriously right now? i’m surrounded by fucking idiots.’ and the thing is, it’s not that hard to sense the fellowship in another past convict’s eyes when you see them. noeul lets it fly. actually, no, he doesn’t just let it fly– he seizes the chance and abuses the fuck out of it. who’s the lucky victim, you might ask– well, speak of the devil!

“hey,” it’s seemingly harmless when he kicks off his first greeting of the day, excluding all those artificial smiles he’s been giving out like flyers for the earlier half. his poise with roeun is always one or the other in 180 degrees. nothing less and nothing more. “watch your steps, roeun, there’s something right there–”

3, 2, 1...

and there he goes, sending the poor girl down to the hallway floor before catching her fall by the waist. maybe gives it a second or two before feigning shock with his hand over his mouth, obnoxious smile and all.

(noeul, your bully is showing.)

“i told you.”

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not again!

with @dodoum​

it really hasn’t been that long since he’s last visited the er, yet he finds himself again in one of those creaky, snow-white hospital beds. the bleeding’s stopped after maybe about five stitches (hell if he was counting,) his lower forearm now wrapped in cotton gauze and freshly healing. it’s not a big fucking deal, hyung. no, i said, it’s really not a big fucking deal–, noeul’s words are promptly ignored, shipped, and sent into the air. his ass? right to the hospital. he’s now sending his eyeballs to the back of his eye sockets, sick and tired of hearing little kids cry into his goddamn ears and the whole floor smelling like carbolic acid. superb. knarly.

“what you lookin’ at, kid.” he lets his voice drop down below ground level when she approaches, his face mirroring her expression (just as (not) enthralled and excited.) “yeah, don’t ask, i’m too tired for story time.”

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mouse trap

with @umyeop

( ` it’s still early into the sundown, but noeul treads down from his office and to the main floor in the bud today. counts the heads: service staff, management, bartenders, security. no one’s called off for the evening. good. ) work hard, everyone. ( ` passes that benign smile that he’s oh-so used to plastering on his face by now, cursorily waving his hand at the employees that reply promptly with, ‘yessir!’ ) ( ` it doesn’t take that long for him to make his way over to the infamous boutique, its signage reading ‘candela.’ ) ( ` slips a half-wrinkled piece of post-it note out of his pocket (from his now-fired employee,) chiming himself in before promptly meeting the eyes of the clerk responsible. ) good early evening, sir. slow day, huh? ( ` trudges past, casually minding the wooden tables and chairs alike throughout the store. doesn’t forget that good-person smile. always pseudo. ) so how’s the sale been in the past few days? or, well, for the past few months. heck, maybe even longer? inform me. ( ` by now he’s reached the front desk, one elbow on top of the counter and resting with his chin on palm. vibe: menacing? not in the slightest! ) oh, and i’m not talking about these junks on the side, mind you. i’m talking about your top-sellers.

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( * hewwo it’s dal/moon back at it again with another muse haha... this one’s my (problematic) son noeul and he’s the co-owner/manager of club paragon in gangnam. his profile is here if you wanna read more about him! you can find some brief bullet points about him under the cut as well as some plot ideas ✌🏻but do give this post a like if you’d like me to come into your ims and get those plots goin!

going for that 인소남 aesthetic lmao (those cringy korean internet novel/manhwa type of vibe... yeah you know what i’m talking about) but really this is all satire pls don’t take him seriously like, ever

so... following that trope... he was that kid in highschool at the back of the classroom ordering kids to bring him bread (we’re talking about both kinds of bread here) and just being a big bully simply because he could :-)

played around in hs but he was always a witty/shrewd kid, so after fucking around until 1st year he started focusing more on his academic duties and made it to uni as a business major

originally from daegu, seolhwa-ri and he’s only moved to seoul after highschool so he hasn’t really adjusted to the seoul ppl’s way of talking 100%, meaning he still has at least 30% of daegu satoori when talking to you

obviously not the most friendly dude out there but he doesn’t go around picking fights for no reason, at least (?) *unsure*

in the gray area between ethical vs. immoral, he probably lets some shady things slide at his club if he deems the cops/press won’t catch his tail on it

always had a passion for producing music and singing but his parents needed help monetarily so he went for business instead, but only his super close acquaintances know this bc he’s kind of embarrassed (?) by it

currently making a comfortable amount of money at paragon, but his lingering sentiments for music is still there and spends his time playing around with logic and his keyboard at home if not working!

PLOTS

the Basics of Basics: childhood friends, close noona/hyung, that one bro who sticks by him for the sake of their long-term friendship even though noeul’s not the best kind of Human Being out there :’)

someone who catches some shady business going on at his club, talks to him about it and he either tries to sweep it under the rug by making a deal with you or however else this might unfold!

if you’re also up to no good, the potential for a Toxic Great Friendship here is infinite

noeul walks up to you to bum a cigarette/lighter at the dead of night but you think he’s tryna hit on you/mug you so you’re like “pls go away shady person” and noeul’s like ??? *offended*

you’re underage and you try sneak into the club, but oof noeul catches you by the back of your shirt going where do you think you’re going, kid???

past fling or whateva, i’m guessing he had a few in highschool through college

his motivator that encourages him to take his passion/talent for music more seriously even though noeul still has no intention of pursuing it professionally (can be a musician but doesn’t necessarily have to be?)

idk im out of ideas and this is getting hella long :^)... JUST HIT ME W/ ANY IDEAS OK IM SUPER OPEN

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