17hols fills
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latespringKeeping these together (and editable lol). I've since started winter quarter so I'm not sure if I'll be able to do any more fills, but I'm eyeing "last words" quite a bit so we will see!!
I'll update this with any more fills I do in the future!
Round One (Quotes)
Seungcheol/Wonwoo, 1000w,
failing gallery owner x childhood crush
"No," is what Wonwoo says first, when Seungcheol's paperwork ends up on his desk.
The man himself stands behind his desk, arms crossed. "You can't say no. I've seen your team, you don't even have enough people to staff the gallery, much less run the campaign you're planning for next spring."
"I'm not accepting your transfer," Wonwoo says, pushing the paperwork back over the desk. Seungcheol is wearing a pressed suit—blue, like he's still a year out of college and wet behind the ears. There's a bit of damp in the shoulders, like he had run through the rain to get here.
"Why not?" Seungcheol asks. Wonwoo heard him ask the same thing a thousand times in high school, voice pitched up in a whine. He sounds steady now. The years after graduating have been good to him.
He hadn't expected to walk up to his office and see Seungcheol-from-Daegu standing in the doorway, like a high school ghost, someone Wonwoo keeps up with only by word of mouth. Seungcheol is the sort of person his mother loves to gossip about in a fond sort of way. Oh, Seungcheol just got accepted to his top college, she'd said, stars in her eyes. Seungcheol's taking a year overseas. Seungcheol wants to catch up next weekend, he's moving out of the city, isn't that nice, a boy who appreciates his hometown.
He'd never hated Seungcheol, but Wonwoo wasn't immune to comparisons. It had been easy to let their relationship fade after graduation—too busy to catch up, out of town, I'll call you another time…
Only now Seungcheol's here at the tiny gallery Wonwoo runs alone, with paperwork from their head office, asking to stay a year. He hadn't even known they worked at the same company.
Seungcheol uncrosses his arms. "What is it? Yah, don't be so prideful. I could be a lot of help."
Wonwoo wants to flinch at the familiarity, too much after so long, but he has other issues. "I've seen your resume, you're overqualified for this position. Why did they even consider assigning you here?"
"I asked for it," Seungcheol says. He relaxes a little more, enough to shoot Wonwoo a smile. "I saw your name and, well, I wanted to see you."
That's. Well.
Wonwoo takes a deep breath. His office always smells a little bit like varnish because Minghao leaves his paintings to dry in the corners sometimes. "As a favor to an old friend then. Let me tell you, this gallery is going to close within the year, you don't want that on your record."
Seungcheol's eyebrows furrow. "That's not what the head office told me. They said you requested three new showings, some promising local artists. Downpaid in advance and everything."
There was a time when that knowledge would have thrilled Wonwoo. Now it just hangs in his chest like a congealed lump of fat. "I'm just trying to close out the gallery without going into bankruptcy. If the shows go well, I can pay off our initial investors and rent out the building. I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but this place is headed into the ground."
Seungcheol's mouth parts on an "o" of understanding.
"I'll write you a note for the return," Wonwoo says. "Nothing to do with your qualifications, you can be reassigned—"
"I want to stay," Seungcheol says. There's a little bit of that boy from Daegu in his eyes, fiery and intense. "You need me, Wonwoo. There's no way you can launch these shows on your own."
"We haven't talked in years," Wonwoo says. "Why are you so insistent?"
"Don't say no. Let me buy you a drink after work. We can catch up," Seungcheol says. He doesn't answer the question.
***
Later, when he's drunk, and the pojangmacha's lights are swinging around his head, Wonwoo puts his heads in his hands. The air within the tent is warm and sticky with grease, the elbows of his shirt picking up unmentionable stains. "I can't back out of these shows" he says. Sound reaches him in wingbeats. There and gone again. "I can't let this go into the red."
Seungcheol's fingers brush the cuff of his shirt, and something in Wonwoo's stomach lurches uncomfortably. He jerks away.
"Why not?" Seungcheol's voice is warm and light. It's the same thing he asked back in Wonwoo's office, but kinder now. More coaxing.
"When I was looking for investors, my mother…" Wonwoo starts, and can't finish, lungs choking on air. He panics whenever he thinks too hard. He breaks out into a cold sweat, shivering beneath the golden lights.
Sometimes, with horses, trainers put blinders on their eyes so the animal can't see behind or to the side. It's for their own good, so they don't startle at sudden movements, or start galloping when still attached to a cart. They don't see a crowd cheering in the stands or a fire starting just under their nose. Looking only ahead, the horse can be led through things that would normally frighten it out of its goddamn mind.
Wonwoo smells smoke.
"I have to repay her," he says, careful to think of nothing at all. "I can't back out now."
Seungcheol doesn't reach out again, but he also doesn't move.
Wonwoo sucks in a breath between his teeth. "I won't let you go down with me, Seungcheol." The silence stretches, punctuated with the chef rattling around to the side. Metal on metal, oil bubbling, the rain. Wonwoo just wishes Seungcheol would say something.
"I'm sticking around," Seungcheol says, voice a little too firm, like he's trying to prove a point. He'd be an awful horse trainer, Wonwoo is pretty sure. Would dig in his heels at any provocation, would be stupid enough to try and change the horse's mind.
"We'll talk in the morning," is all he says. Leaves it at that. Maybe by then, Seungcheol-from-Daegu will figure out what a stupid idea it would be to trust Wonwoo with his time.
Wonwoo/Jeonghan(/Chan), 400w, superheros + ex-mentors + resentment and jealousy
The first time Wonwoo sees Lee Chan, he hasn't yet picked a hero name. Not that Wonwoo would have asked. He's trailing along in Jeonghan's shadow, another in a long line of sidekicks Jeonghan has taken on. Like a dog, Wonwoo thinks, and curls his lip as he turns a corner.
Lee Chan is part of a lineage now. That was how Jeonghan had described it when he took Wonwoo on, as he threw Wonwoo into the mats again and again and again. Wonwoo spat blood and got up. He got up.
People Jeonghan takes on become legends and then he lets them go. Wonwoo hopes it hurts, when Jeonghan's new boy realizes it's not going to last.
The next time Wonwoo sees Lee Chan is in the middle of a fight. Dino, he recalls briefly. His handler had called a meeting about it. Jeonghan had called in a few favors to give the new hero some more experience, and Wonwoo's team had agreed before he could even blink twice. Resentment gains him nothing, but that doesn't stop the feeling from sinking its teeth into his spine. His heart is a bad dog, bites down on things it should know better than to chew.
Despite what Wonwoo might have expected, Dino isn't doing well.
Wonwoo doesn't think Jeonghan would have let him into the field without some skill, but whatever Dino is trying to do with his super powers isn't working. He's huddled up behind a wall while some henchmen rain bullets in his direction.
No one is around to help him. Wonwoo is cloaked in invisibility on a nearby ledge, don't look this way like a whisper on the wind. The gunshots are deafening at range, and Wonwoo sees Dino flinch.
Jeonghan is off on some mission alone. There is no one else to save him.
Wonwoo takes a breath and jumps.
The last time Wonwoo sees Jeonghan's new boy is when he shows up on Wonwoo's doorstep, and asks for a place in his team.
Lee Chan looks Wonwoo in the eye when he makes the request. He's ambitious, the talk of the town. Newest in a line of legends. Wonwoo has worked with him a couple times since that fight--had drinks with him a couple more.
Wonwoo struggles to keep an ugly grin off his face. Jeonghan's boy. The next time Jeonghan sees him, he'll be Wonwoo's.
I'll update this with any more fills I do in the future!
Round One (Quotes)
Seungcheol/Wonwoo, 1000w,
failing gallery owner x childhood crush
"it’s dangerous to fuck with people like me. i’ll say yes to anything. heartbreak or bank heist, i’m there, in the passenger seat. i’ll bring the gasoline & my naive romanticism, sacrifice myself to win over a smile. you’ve never seen a devotion so stubborn & foolhardy."
- sweatermuppet on tumblr
you've never seen a devotion so stubborn & foolhardy
"No," is what Wonwoo says first, when Seungcheol's paperwork ends up on his desk.
The man himself stands behind his desk, arms crossed. "You can't say no. I've seen your team, you don't even have enough people to staff the gallery, much less run the campaign you're planning for next spring."
"I'm not accepting your transfer," Wonwoo says, pushing the paperwork back over the desk. Seungcheol is wearing a pressed suit—blue, like he's still a year out of college and wet behind the ears. There's a bit of damp in the shoulders, like he had run through the rain to get here.
"Why not?" Seungcheol asks. Wonwoo heard him ask the same thing a thousand times in high school, voice pitched up in a whine. He sounds steady now. The years after graduating have been good to him.
He hadn't expected to walk up to his office and see Seungcheol-from-Daegu standing in the doorway, like a high school ghost, someone Wonwoo keeps up with only by word of mouth. Seungcheol is the sort of person his mother loves to gossip about in a fond sort of way. Oh, Seungcheol just got accepted to his top college, she'd said, stars in her eyes. Seungcheol's taking a year overseas. Seungcheol wants to catch up next weekend, he's moving out of the city, isn't that nice, a boy who appreciates his hometown.
He'd never hated Seungcheol, but Wonwoo wasn't immune to comparisons. It had been easy to let their relationship fade after graduation—too busy to catch up, out of town, I'll call you another time…
Only now Seungcheol's here at the tiny gallery Wonwoo runs alone, with paperwork from their head office, asking to stay a year. He hadn't even known they worked at the same company.
Seungcheol uncrosses his arms. "What is it? Yah, don't be so prideful. I could be a lot of help."
Wonwoo wants to flinch at the familiarity, too much after so long, but he has other issues. "I've seen your resume, you're overqualified for this position. Why did they even consider assigning you here?"
"I asked for it," Seungcheol says. He relaxes a little more, enough to shoot Wonwoo a smile. "I saw your name and, well, I wanted to see you."
That's. Well.
Wonwoo takes a deep breath. His office always smells a little bit like varnish because Minghao leaves his paintings to dry in the corners sometimes. "As a favor to an old friend then. Let me tell you, this gallery is going to close within the year, you don't want that on your record."
Seungcheol's eyebrows furrow. "That's not what the head office told me. They said you requested three new showings, some promising local artists. Downpaid in advance and everything."
There was a time when that knowledge would have thrilled Wonwoo. Now it just hangs in his chest like a congealed lump of fat. "I'm just trying to close out the gallery without going into bankruptcy. If the shows go well, I can pay off our initial investors and rent out the building. I know that's probably not what you wanted to hear, but this place is headed into the ground."
Seungcheol's mouth parts on an "o" of understanding.
"I'll write you a note for the return," Wonwoo says. "Nothing to do with your qualifications, you can be reassigned—"
"I want to stay," Seungcheol says. There's a little bit of that boy from Daegu in his eyes, fiery and intense. "You need me, Wonwoo. There's no way you can launch these shows on your own."
"We haven't talked in years," Wonwoo says. "Why are you so insistent?"
"Don't say no. Let me buy you a drink after work. We can catch up," Seungcheol says. He doesn't answer the question.
***
Later, when he's drunk, and the pojangmacha's lights are swinging around his head, Wonwoo puts his heads in his hands. The air within the tent is warm and sticky with grease, the elbows of his shirt picking up unmentionable stains. "I can't back out of these shows" he says. Sound reaches him in wingbeats. There and gone again. "I can't let this go into the red."
Seungcheol's fingers brush the cuff of his shirt, and something in Wonwoo's stomach lurches uncomfortably. He jerks away.
"Why not?" Seungcheol's voice is warm and light. It's the same thing he asked back in Wonwoo's office, but kinder now. More coaxing.
"When I was looking for investors, my mother…" Wonwoo starts, and can't finish, lungs choking on air. He panics whenever he thinks too hard. He breaks out into a cold sweat, shivering beneath the golden lights.
Sometimes, with horses, trainers put blinders on their eyes so the animal can't see behind or to the side. It's for their own good, so they don't startle at sudden movements, or start galloping when still attached to a cart. They don't see a crowd cheering in the stands or a fire starting just under their nose. Looking only ahead, the horse can be led through things that would normally frighten it out of its goddamn mind.
Wonwoo smells smoke.
"I have to repay her," he says, careful to think of nothing at all. "I can't back out now."
Seungcheol doesn't reach out again, but he also doesn't move.
Wonwoo sucks in a breath between his teeth. "I won't let you go down with me, Seungcheol." The silence stretches, punctuated with the chef rattling around to the side. Metal on metal, oil bubbling, the rain. Wonwoo just wishes Seungcheol would say something.
"I'm sticking around," Seungcheol says, voice a little too firm, like he's trying to prove a point. He'd be an awful horse trainer, Wonwoo is pretty sure. Would dig in his heels at any provocation, would be stupid enough to try and change the horse's mind.
"We'll talk in the morning," is all he says. Leaves it at that. Maybe by then, Seungcheol-from-Daegu will figure out what a stupid idea it would be to trust Wonwoo with his time.
Wonwoo/Jeonghan(/Chan), 400w, superheros + ex-mentors + resentment and jealousy
Are we only biding time 'til I lose your attention?
And someone else lights up the room?
People love an ingénue.
-Taylor Swift ft. Phoebe Bridgers, Nothing New
i die every time you look away from me
The first time Wonwoo sees Lee Chan, he hasn't yet picked a hero name. Not that Wonwoo would have asked. He's trailing along in Jeonghan's shadow, another in a long line of sidekicks Jeonghan has taken on. Like a dog, Wonwoo thinks, and curls his lip as he turns a corner.
Lee Chan is part of a lineage now. That was how Jeonghan had described it when he took Wonwoo on, as he threw Wonwoo into the mats again and again and again. Wonwoo spat blood and got up. He got up.
People Jeonghan takes on become legends and then he lets them go. Wonwoo hopes it hurts, when Jeonghan's new boy realizes it's not going to last.
The next time Wonwoo sees Lee Chan is in the middle of a fight. Dino, he recalls briefly. His handler had called a meeting about it. Jeonghan had called in a few favors to give the new hero some more experience, and Wonwoo's team had agreed before he could even blink twice. Resentment gains him nothing, but that doesn't stop the feeling from sinking its teeth into his spine. His heart is a bad dog, bites down on things it should know better than to chew.
Despite what Wonwoo might have expected, Dino isn't doing well.
Wonwoo doesn't think Jeonghan would have let him into the field without some skill, but whatever Dino is trying to do with his super powers isn't working. He's huddled up behind a wall while some henchmen rain bullets in his direction.
No one is around to help him. Wonwoo is cloaked in invisibility on a nearby ledge, don't look this way like a whisper on the wind. The gunshots are deafening at range, and Wonwoo sees Dino flinch.
Jeonghan is off on some mission alone. There is no one else to save him.
Wonwoo takes a breath and jumps.
The last time Wonwoo sees Jeonghan's new boy is when he shows up on Wonwoo's doorstep, and asks for a place in his team.
Lee Chan looks Wonwoo in the eye when he makes the request. He's ambitious, the talk of the town. Newest in a line of legends. Wonwoo has worked with him a couple times since that fight--had drinks with him a couple more.
Wonwoo struggles to keep an ugly grin off his face. Jeonghan's boy. The next time Jeonghan sees him, he'll be Wonwoo's.