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Round 2: Alternate Universes
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Is there a piece of media that has gripped your heart and lives in your head rent free? Do you like the dynamics of 007/Q or a Sentinel/Guide AU? Maybe its the aesthetics of Song of Achilles or Secret Histories — or maybe its your other fandoms (F1 and Anime girlies looking at you). Get our your media roundups and put our favourite boys into a new world.
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you’ll be the star, you know you are
Major Tags: genderbent!hoshi, coworkers to something more, movie set au
Additional Tags: professionalism (i think), wonwoo is just smitten
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a/n: apologies if this only grazed the surface of your prompt, but thank you still for providing it and clearing my writer’s block ^^ i hope you enjoy nonetheless!
edit: cross-posted on ao3
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“Hit me.”
“What?”
“Hit me with all you’ve got, Wonwoo-ssi.”
Wonwoo’s never been in a fist fight, absolutely no firsthand knowledge on throwing a punch, and is scared to lay a finger on a woman, so he finds difficulty in fulfilling Sooyoung’s request.
But he’s a professional, about to make his breakthrough with this movie Jeonghan says, “You’re filming with big names. Don’t fuck it up.” The voice replays in his head every time he misses a line and shoots a retake.
Wonwoo recalls fight scenes from the anime shows he’s watched in lieu, powering his fist with his core and blowing a strike that flails with Sooyoung’s defense.
Wonwoo’s fist is deflected by her forearm, and his failure of a reaction time makes him unable to retract his arm so Sooyoung twists it and manuevers Wonwoo’s body like it’s paper. Sooyoung holds down Wonwoo’s arm on his back with a vice grip, eliciting pained groans from Wonwoo, “You have good form, Wonwoo-ssi.” Sooyoung says it with a smile that lights up the dull set, holding such energy that no one else could have this early in the morning.
“If I had good form, you wouldn’t have had me on my back like that.” Wonwoo hisses while rotating his shoulders, “Again.”
“Well, it’s not always about form too,” Sooyoung says matter-of-factly, “You need to learn techniques and all that, but the main thing about fighting is not always about attacking your opponent.”
“How so?”
“Come at me again.” She hops into a sideward stance, lifting sly beckoning fingers. Wonwoo has half the mind to compare the fight choreographer to a big cat, and he’s nothing but a wandering, helpless gazelle.
🎬
By the end of the training, Wonwoo’s sweating bullets laid down on the hardwood floor in sheer exhaustion and fatigue while Sooyoung offers him a cold water bottle and a hand. “You’re getting better, Wonwoo-ssi,” she pats his head when Wonwoo sits up to stick the bottle in his forehead instead of drinking. “Long way to go though.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. Martial arts is not something you get at the first try.” Sooyoung adds to the encouragement while patting his sweat with a face towel, “and besides, you have us!” Wonwoo hopes Sooyoung mistakes his blush for something else because being around her melts him into a wreck. He also thinks Minghao has sensed his unprofessionalism.
“That’s not fair. Minghao-ssi and Junhui-ssi were probably training when they were kids while I was still eating crayons.”
Sooyoung laughs in mirth, and Wonwoo’s mind automatically thinks it’s the only laugh he wants to hear for the rest of his life.
“You’re also not being fair to yourself.” Wonwoo turns his head to meet her eyes, and he gulps at the sight. Wonwoo is full of thoughts when he comes to his senses but one in particular rises above all, sinister it may be. Sooyoung is pretty when she sweats.
“Wonwoo-ssi, you’re a fast learner. You’ll get this in no time!”
Any encouragement from Sooyoung at all drives Wonwoo to do better, pushing him to exceed his own expectations. It makes him feel like he’s on top of the world when really he’s graveling underneath. It’s something about her that makes Wonwoo lose all senses of uncertainty and rationality, but Wonwoo blames it on how she took off her shirt in the middle of a fight because she’s sweaty, how she’s only wearing a sports bra right now, or how the spandex hugs her glutes in a sinful way.
Wonwoo wills himself to look away.
“Well, if Sooyoung-ssi believes in me, perhaps I should too,” Wonwoo smiles, beaming with a grin that is only reserved for Sooyoung. “That’s the spirit!”
🎬
Wonwoo prides himself as a professional. A master of his craft – acting. It’s easy to act as if he doesn’t hold any feelings for Sooyoung, like falling down with her on top straddling his chest affects him like nothing, like seeing her laugh with Seungcheol at the director’s chair doesn’t make an ugly feeling boil in his stomach.
It’s even more difficult to hide the fluttering feeling he gets when Sooyoung guides him to the right positions while he’s learning moves for a fight scene, harder to hide his smile when she cheers him on so loud off-screen for doing good, and even more taxing as Sooyoung’s hands automatically drift to his waist when he gets down from the wires.
“Great work today, Wonwoo-ssi!”
“You too, Sooyoung-ah. And I already told you, just Wonwoo is fine.”
Sooyoung smiles as she sighs, “Fine, Wonwoo.”
“Better.” It is better. How the name naturally rolls off her tongue, and how he would never have it any other way.
It’s only them and a few other staff members left in the set. Chan had gone off first because the samgyeopsal did not react well when he did flips and jumps right after eating.
They walk each other out of the building soon, with Sooyoung sporting a heated puffy jacket that is too large for her size. It makes the size difference between them more stark, and Wonwoo resists the urge to comment about it, lest he gets a beating for it tomorrow (like he wouldn’t like it).
Minghao and Junhui had bid their goodbyes and headed off not long after, promising to wait for Sooyoung to get home so they could watch Wonwoo’s first drama series together.
“Gah, stop. It’s seriously embarrassing.”
“Shut up,” Sooyoung laughs while she lightly punches Wonwoo’s arm, “I know you’re a good actor. And the storyline is just so my type!”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really. I’m so excited to see you as a trusty handyman falling in love with the snobby just-moved-to-the-town dentist.”
“Seriously, stop,” Wonwoo says while grinning from ear to ear, “It’s not my best work. Yet.”
Sooyoung gives him a look, “Silly. Of course, it’s not. This movie will be!” If it was any more possible, Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider, flashing his pearly teeth as he’s biting his lower lip.
“That’s right. It’s only the best because the very great Kwon Sooyoung worked with me.”
“Right.”
The crushing of their shoes against the thin layer of snow on the asphalt brings them to ground, as they were unaware of how floaty it was to be in each other’s company. It’s late in the night, Wonwoo’s van is ready to take off and bring him back to his apartment, but Sooyoung’s is nowhere to be found. A tiny pile of snow is collecting at her jacket’s hood and Wonwoo brushes it off unknowingly.
“Good night, Sooyoung.” Wonwoo says it with a content smile, a calm voice.
“Sweet dreams, Wonwoo.” Sooyoung says it with a tight lipped smile, a shaky and unsure voice.
While Wonwoo walks towards the vehicle, he thinks about it. How reckless making a move would be, how it would ruin their relationship, how it felt when he and Mina didn’t work out. It’s fine, he thinks. You’re a professional, he knows.
The black van starts as Wonwoo closes the door, driving away and away and Sooyoung watches it move through the falling snow, until it stops in front of her.
When the door is opened and the yellow dome lights turn on, it basks above Wonwoo who’s offering a hand to help her up.
“Do you want some ramyeon back at my place?”
His hand, freezing as it may be, was a match that lit her up like a fireplace. And Wonwoo’s all the firewood she needs.