#hes got like practical chubby muscle ok hes got actual force and power behind his muscle mass its not fuckin hollywood abs ok

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will you guys promise not to make fun of me if i share some anatomy practice i did w tp link i swear i just think musculature is fun to draw

#this is a crop of the anatomy practice if that wasnt obvious #his face turned out nice ao i stole it for my icon #the pain of thinkinf anatomy is interesting is that i cant show 90% of my sketches because its all just like musculature and people are weir #I JUST THINK ITS FUN ITS INTERESTING ITS COMPLICATED AND I LIKE FIGURING IT OUT OK #its like one big puzzle its just so fun to piece together #i cry every time i accidentally go ham w the anatomy and then have to cover it w clothes #id finish so many more drawings if id suck it up and just draw the fucking clothes but i like my anatomy too much :( #anyways. #i would love to do like anatomy studies of all the links and really figure out what builds they would have realistically #and differentiate their body thpes #i love link #please make them look more unique nintendo i hate drawing characters that all look the same #ao many cool types of people are there and they hand me yet another blonde twink #the only link thats legally allowed to be a twink is ocarina and maybe warriors. none of the rest are twinks. #the rest are either ripped as shit or just not skinny #your gonna look me in the eye and tell me a man that can carry 3x his weight is skinny??? fuck no #hes got like practical chubby muscle ok hes got actual force and power behind his muscle mass its not fuckin hollywood abs ok #skyward sword link is just chubby because i said so. mans favorite activity is napping hes round #thanks for coming to my ted talk #im gonna stop now i could rant for days about these godforsaken games

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Need to Know

Summary: This is strictly confidential...

Length: 3k

A/N: @blackinkfics You asked for it, you got it. ;)

Previously...

“Kim Woojin, right?”

The cop lifted a brow and peered down over the bridge of his sunglasses. Stood before him was a kid—probably no more than 17 by the looks of his chubby cheeks and little clusters of pimples along his hairline—dressed in a grey hoodie at least three sizes too big for his frame and baggy jeans. He looked like a puppy forcing itself to not to piss everywhere in excitement. He didn’t appear to be a threat (the silence in his ear confirming his assumption) so Woojin shut his car door and crossed his arms. “Depends on who’s asking.”

The kid offered his hand to shake as he introduced himself, “I’m Choi Youngjae, the quartermaster for the precinct.”

Woojin narrowed his eyes. “How old are you?”

“Um, 21?” He shifted uncomfortably under the taller man’s scrutinizing gaze.

A soft ding sounded in his ear, signaling the information the kid had provided was true. Woojin shrugged, “You certainly don’t look it.” He slid his sunglasses to the top of his head and continued, “I didn’t file a req for more gear if that’s what you’re here for. Probably got me confused with other Woojin. He’s new and kind of trigger happy, if you ask me, and somewhat forgetful, always misplacing his cuffs and badge. Anyway. He’s out on patrol right now but his shift ends in a few if you wanted to wait for him.”

The quartermaster laughed brightly, the sudden booming noise bouncing off the concrete walls of the parking garage and making Woojin wince slightly. “No, no! That’s not what I’m here for at all. The captain actually sent me to come get you.”

“He did?”

“Yep. Follow me, detective!”

“I’m not a detective, kid,” Woojin corrected, but nevertheless followed the unusually perky boy to the underground entrance of the precinct.

“Oh,” the younger said dumbly, his lopsided grin transforming into a perfect circle. “You didn’t know. Oops.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Well, it’s best I keep my mouth shut and not ruin the surprise. The captain will have my ass if I say any more.”

“Whatever you say, Yongjun.”

“Youngjae,” he corrected over his shoulder as he practically bounced through the general area of the precinct.

“Okay.” Woojin stopped outside of the captain’s office. Right as he was about to rap his knuckles against the beveled glass pane housed in the middle of the door, Choi (he was absolutely horrible at remembering names) glanced back at him and laughingly told him the captain wasn’t in his office. “What do you mean? You told me he wanted to see me.”

“Yeah, but not in his office,” the quartermaster said matter-of-factly. “C’mon.”

They made their way down a couple more hallways until they reached the far end of the interrogation wing. Stopping at the last door on the right, Choi knocked thrice in rapid fire succession before he paused for a brief moment only to repeat the knocking sequence once more. The door cracked open just a sliver to reveal an eye narrowed with suspicion. Choi simply smiled as he motioned to the confused cop next to him, “Kim Woojin, sir, just as requested.”

At that, the door was pulled wide just enough to let the two other men slip through. As soon as they were inside, the door swiftly slammed shut and its deadbolt pulled tight. “Have a seat,” a deep baritone voice commanded firmly from behind them. Woojin quickly scampered to the only open seat, located at the very center of the round conference table. He glanced around and saw four other officers he’d never seen before: They were all dressed in plain clothes meant to be unassuming and passable to the untrained eye, but the deadened film hanging over their eyes and dark shadows crowning their jaws all clued to him that they were undercover detectives. And gaging by the way the four men seemed to stare pointedly at him with appraising looks, they were just as confused as to why he was here as much as he was. Before they could interrogate this supposed intruder, someone at the front of the room cleared his throat. All ten eyes immediately snapped forward.

Captain Ok Taecyeon was someone who was born to be a police officer. Aside from his impressive stature (he towered over everyone except for Woojin, who sometimes even had to stand up completely straight to look him in the eye) and his powerful build (every single centimeter of his frame was strapped with rippling and well-trained muscle), he had the eyes of hawk to spot injustice miles away and a quiet yet unshakable authoritative aura that seemed to ooze from every righteous pore on his body. He‘d been the shining star of the police academy and had had his pick of the litter when he graduated. He could have lived a comfortable and easy life as a member of any of the stations in the Seoul metropolitan area; but no, he chose to work as a member of the elite tactical combat unit responsible for handling every single crisis situation within the city. He developed quite a reputation during his time in the unit. So much so that when he retired from the unit and accepted the position as the precinct’s captain, he had to his name over 20 confirmed takedowns and had personally negotiated over 60 standoffs. Truth be told, every single cadet in the police academy looked up to him as if he were Superman in the flesh. He was as courageous as he was merciful, as resolute as he was compromising, as indomitable as he was approachable, as legendary as he was human. He was Captain Ok and he was staring right at Woojin. “First of all,” he began in that rich, baritone voice of his that just sounded to Woojin exactly how justice itself would sound if it could speak, “I need your badge.”

Woojin gulped. “M-my badge?”

“Yes. Your badge. Hand it over please.” He outstretched his hand toward the him. Woojin’s fingers would not stop shaking but he managed to fish it out of his pocket and placed it in the captain’s opened palm. The elder nodded once in acceptance before unceremoniously tossing it over his shoulder and accepting a new one from Choi, who was absolutely beaming at him. “Congratulations, Kim. Thanks to your impressive bust of the mayor’s sons, which resulted in the confiscation of nearly 50 grams of ‘Nightshade,’ you are now a detective.” Woojin rose from his chair and dipped forward in a sharp bow, both hands cupped and facing up as he gingerly accepted the new badge and title from the captain. “Detective Kim, please meet Detectives Park and Im,” Captain Ok said as he motioned to the pair sitting on Woojin’s left, “and Detectives Tuan and Wang.” Woojin bowed forward slightly and gave his customary greeting to his seniors.

“Now that’s out of the way…” The captain turned toward the quartermaster, who nodded once in return. “Gentlemen,” he started in a hushed yet firm tone, “everything that you are about to be briefed on is not to leave this room. It is strictly confidential: It is for your eyes and ears only. Despite Choi’s best efforts to ensure the security of this room, we are not so naïve to think that our best technological efforts alone are enough. As such, we will only be speaking in English from this point onward.” A groan of disapproval sounded softly in Woojin’s ear but he ignored it. “Am I clear?” the captain demanded in English.

“Yes, sir,” came the unified response in English.

“Good.” He stepped aside as Choi stepped forward and carefully spread out surveillance photos of a club in the process of being renovated. “Tomorrow evening, you are all to attend the public re-opening of this club. It was once owned by Kwon Jiyong but now belongs to Kim Seokjin. It will be a very public affair, but we have reason to believe all of the major players of the syndicates will be there except for a few.”

The captain shifted uncomfortably as he turned to face the other two detectives.  He swept his sympathetic eyes over their haggard appearances--each man sporting a pair of darkened, baggy circles to accentuate their bleary eyes and match the coarse tufts of hair sprouting along their gaunt yet clenched jaws--and sighed heavily as he wished he had anything other than what needed to be said to say to the two.  The pair looked as if they had been dragged through every ring of hell personally by the devil himself.  And in a way, and certainly in their eyes, they had been. What they had gone through over a year ago… Losing a partner was always hard, but to lose a brother?  Some wounds never heal.  The captain shook his head and sighed once more before he simply stated,  “Tuan, Wang: He’ll most likely be there in Kim’s stead.”

“We know,” the elder of the two partners grunted, a bitter twist souring his otherwise soft voice.

The captain flatly followed up, “Then you also know the risks posed to the four of your covers being blown if he spots you?”  It was a procedural question, or rather statement, they all knew that; but the words still stung like citrus juice being squeezed into a bleeding gash.  

“We know, Cap,” the slightly shorter of the pair raspily murmured as he placed a strong hand on his partner’s shoulder and gripped it reassuringly, the exhausted brunette immediately relaxing into the touch.  “We’re more than prepared for this.  It’s just…”  Wang’s raspy voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words, wide eyes clouded with pain, regret, and a million unshed tears.  Woojin’s heart went out to the guy.

“We all understand,” came a quiet rumble from the opposite side of the table.  Woojin turned his head to determine which one of the stoic pair of detectives had spoken.  His answer was soon given when the one with the two moles perched in a perfect line above his left eye--Im, was it?--leaned forward and spoke in that same quiet, rumbling baritone, “He was like a brother to us all.”

“He still is,” his partner, Park, emphasized. “He’s just…” His tongue sat heavy in his mouth as all the words, thoughts, feelings he’d so carefully compartmentalized and stored in the furthest corners of his mind suddenly sprang forth to scramble up his suddenly seemingly-constricted throat.

Woojin’s mouth moved before his brain could catch up and he heard himself rather plainly admit, “I know what it’s like to lose a partner and I know what it’s like to be betrayed by one.  It’s the worst kind of betrayal there is and it changes you, completely. I don’t know what all happened between you all and this guy--no, partner, I guess, of yours.  But…” Woojin paused as he let his eyes flicker between the four other detectives sat on either side of him.  “I know one thing: He hasn’t betrayed you.  If he had, I don’t think any of us would be alive right now.”

Tuan scoffed, “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Out of line, Yi En,” his partner immediately reprimanded in hushed Cantonese.

Woojin chuckled wryly once.  “It’s fine,” he assured the blond in his own heavily accented but still understandable Cantonese, “I get it. Wound’s still fresh.”  He grinned warmly, though the warmth of his smile failed to seep into his narrowed eyes, as he watched the two gape at him astoundedly for a split second.

Wang was the first to gather his wits. “Thank you for understanding,” he began before easily slipping back to English,”but he was still out of line. And therefore owes you an apology.”

“Nah, man, it’s fine,” Woojin brushed it off with a wave of his hand.

“You heard him. It’s fine,” Tuan clipped.

Woojin shrugged and turned back toward the front to face their captain, a dark chuckle leaving him once more as he near gleefully mused about how his real partners would react to Tuan’s bitchiness.  Poor guy wouldn’t last a minute with the girls, he thought near sympathetically.  “So, sir, what exactly are we meant to be doing at this party?’

Captain Ok cleared his throat, “Right. Park, Tuan, and Wang will all be maintaining their covers; Kim, since this is your first undercover operation, you obviously aren’t as deep under as them.  We haven’t figured quite figured your cover out yet; but you’ll be there to ensure that if something should happen that would cause any of the detectives to be arrested, no other cop but Im arrests and brings them in.  No one else.  Nearly every cop that’ll be surrounding the club is on someone’s payroll.  The bosses pay them and the commissioner well so the authority to assign officers is out of my hand. Luckily for us, Im’s cover is potentially compromised so he’s been removed from day-to-day undercover work, meaning he’s just another beat cop in the eyes of the commissioner. Understand?” Captain Ok paused to let Woojin affirm he understood. “Good. Because this is also your first operation, you need to be briefed on who’s who.”

A loud ‘thud!’ beside him made Woojin jump in his chair. “Oh, sorry!” Choi sheepishly apologized as he nervously raked a hand through his hair before pointing to the large box of files sat precariously on the edge of the table.  “It was a lot heavier than I thought,” the young quartermaster offered as he awkwardly stepped away to stand back beside the captain.

Woojin curiously flicked the lid off the box.  He let out an airy whistle as he took in the mountain of manila folders stacked haphazardly one on top of the other. Reaching down, he pulled a disturbingly thick folder off the top of the pile. “Wow,” he mumbled while thumbing through the neverending sheets of paper stuffed every-which-way in the battered folder sleeve. “Is this all there is?”

The room went dead silent as six sets of eyes landed on him in bewilderment. “What? Is there something on my face?” he mumbled self-consciously, swiping a hand across his stubbled cheeks in search of whatever stain was marring his image.  The silence was shredded to bits when Choi unhinged his jaw to let out the most earsplitting bark of laughter Woojin had ever had the misfortune of hearing in such close proximity.

Park deadpanned, “You’re joking, right?”

“No?” Woojin answered as he nervously scratched at the nape of his neck.

Park simply shook his head and clicked his teeth, sitting back in his chair.  His partner chuckled softly to himself before clearing his throat. “Those files,” Im pointed at the box, “are just for the ‘Triptych.’” He motioned to the stack of boxes piled high in the corner of the room, all of which Woojin had very wrongly assumed to be empty.  “Those over there are for ‘LOXE.’”

Choi lifted a couple more boxes that had magically appeared from the shadowy recesses of Woojin’s own personal hell onto the table, “Here’s everything we’ve got on the ‘XX.’”

“Follow me,” Captain Ok instructed with a tilt of his head before he turned on his heel and opened the door.  Woojin followed behind him obediently down the hallways and stairwells of the precinct, many of which were wholly unfamiliar to him.  He opened his mouth to ask the captain a question, but the older man simply shook his head, wordlessly signaling that it wasn’t safe yet for them to speak.  They arrived at a spectacularly unimpressive and battered steel door at the very end of the last corridor in the basement.  The captain fished a small, silver key out of his pocket.  Gingerly, he slid the slender rod into the keyhole and turned it; the lock groaned in protest but the tumblers clicked harmoniously to announce it was open.   Woojin coughed as a tiny tornado of dust flew past him when the captain slowly pulled the door open, its rusty hinges creaking loudly in the still air.  The captain stepped inside the small, dark room and flicked on the light switch.  “Meet the ‘Headmasters.’”

 “Well. Fuck.”  All around them, crammed in every crook and cranny and corner of the room was filled with boxes and boxes of goddamned files.   Woojin’s shoulders dropped in defeat.

“Cheer up, kid,” Captain Ok nudged him with his shoulder, “least you didn’t spend years of your life collecting all this intel.”

“I kinda wish I had,” Woojin muttered under his breath, making the captain laugh.  With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward and batted open one of the boxes.  He pulled out a file and angrily stared at its contents for a second.  “How long do I have to memorize all this stuff?”

“The party’s tomorrow night at 10.”

“I’m fucked.”

The captain turned and leveled his steely glare at the officer. “No,” the older began seriously as he pressed the key into the younger’s clammy palm, “you’re Woojin.” A booming chuckle rumbled out of the captain as he cheerfully exited the room, closing the door behind him and trapping Woojin in the avalanche of intel.

A couple snorts and giggles sounded in his right ear and he groaned. “It wasn’t even that funny!” he whined pathetically.

“Yes, it was,” Taehyung corrected with a chuckle.  Both of the girls chimed in with a ‘yep!’ 

“You guys are such meanies to me!”

“Oh my God, he just said we’re meanies. How is he the oldest?” Somin wondered flatly.

“His dad’s condom broke,” Jiwoo snickered conspiratorially.

“I am never talking to you again,” Woojin groaned bitterly, the unwanted images of his conception night flying around his already stressed and crowded head, as he began scanning each sheet of paper in the file laid open before him.

“Our prayers have been answered!” Jiwoo cheered.

“Wow. So you really just gonna rejoice like that?”

“I’m sorry, did you guys hear something?” Taehyung questioned.

“Really?”

“Nope, didn’t hear a thing,” Somin confirmed.

“I hate all of you.”

“We hate you, too!” the three of them all exclaimed together.

Woojin rolled his eyes and sifted through another file.  “Are you guys getting all this?”

“Guess we’re pulling an all-nighter, huh?” Somin sighed heavily.

“Slumber party!” Taehyung chirped brightly and Woojin could just see him clapping his hands together.

Woojin groaned, “Why are you always happiest when I have to suffer.”

“We’re suffering right along with you, dumbass. Some of us just choose to be happy despite the suffering.”

“Masochist.”

“Only for you, papi.”

“I hate you.”

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