Ship/Member: Seungcheol/Wonwoo Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: ttt-esque setting, but AU. because CARS. and other rzns. Permission to remix: Yes
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“I can help,” Wonwoo volunteered. A few of the others turned to him, and Junhui wouldn’t say anything but Wonwoo made sure not to look his way regardless.
Seungcheol grinned, slamming down the trunk lid of his car. He’d just taken out a few lawn chairs, the feet of which were caked with dried mud. “At least someone wants to,” he said. “We’ll have to play Tetris a bit to make sure we can fit enough food for everyone in here, so one person for the passenger seat is about all I’d want anyway. I hope you’re ready for a workout.”
“So generous of you to offer your car, by the way,” Joshua said with gleeful malice. He knelt down to pick up the chairs and bring them over to the cabin.
“My Lexus is brand new,” Jeonghan reminded him from where he was lying in the hammock he’d set up as soon as they arrived, eyes closed. “Be grateful I drove it here at all.”
They stood looking at Seungcheol’s 2002 Corolla with the sad little dent on the rear bumper as everyone else went into the house. “I don’t mind,” Wonwoo said.
“Hey,” Seungcheol called, hours later. “What are you still doing out here? Didn’t get enough to eat?”
Wonwoo was scraping the burnt bits of food off the grill under the dim yellow light. No one else was outside. “I didn’t want to leave it like this.”
“Let me help you,” Seungcheol said. Wonwoo stood back and watched Seungcheol really put muscle into it, rolling up his sleeves and pushing the blade against the surface with much more aggression than Wonwoo had even attempted. “I can’t believe we let someone as scrawny as you be on duty for this.”
“Hey, I’m not that skinny anymore,” Wonwoo protested.
Seungcheol stopped and wiped the sweat off his forehead, considering. Putting a hand on Wonwoo’s arm and feeling the shape of it. “Yeah, I guess not. Time flies when you’ve known someone this long.”
Of course it was easy for someone like Seungcheol to let the years go by without his impressions of those around him changing, not consciously, at least. He wasn’t really one to dwell on that unless you were someone he personally depended on to stay the same - and then it meant the world to him.
It was really telling, that. Sometimes for all that Seungcheol was a natural leader, and considerate of others, and kindhearted, and self-sacrificing, and a myriad of other descriptors that Soonyoung could only force out of him with a case of soju at hand, it felt like he was never really looking at you in the crowd. And still, that made him who he was.
Wonwoo went to collect the rest of the garbage and brought it over to the grill. “You should really go to sleep, you look tired,” he said. “You’ve worked hard today. We ate well.”
“I can’t leave you doing this on your own,” Seungcheol said, wiping the tools off and tossing the remaining paper towels in the open bag. “There’s no honor in being selfless alone.”
Wonwoo laughed. “I wonder who I learned that behavior from?”
[FILL] wanting was enough
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: ttt-esque setting, but AU. because CARS. and other rzns.
Permission to remix: Yes
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“I can help,” Wonwoo volunteered. A few of the others turned to him, and Junhui wouldn’t say anything but Wonwoo made sure not to look his way regardless.
Seungcheol grinned, slamming down the trunk lid of his car. He’d just taken out a few lawn chairs, the feet of which were caked with dried mud. “At least someone wants to,” he said. “We’ll have to play Tetris a bit to make sure we can fit enough food for everyone in here, so one person for the passenger seat is about all I’d want anyway. I hope you’re ready for a workout.”
“So generous of you to offer your car, by the way,” Joshua said with gleeful malice. He knelt down to pick up the chairs and bring them over to the cabin.
“My Lexus is brand new,” Jeonghan reminded him from where he was lying in the hammock he’d set up as soon as they arrived, eyes closed. “Be grateful I drove it here at all.”
They stood looking at Seungcheol’s 2002 Corolla with the sad little dent on the rear bumper as everyone else went into the house. “I don’t mind,” Wonwoo said.
“Hey,” Seungcheol called, hours later. “What are you still doing out here? Didn’t get enough to eat?”
Wonwoo was scraping the burnt bits of food off the grill under the dim yellow light. No one else was outside. “I didn’t want to leave it like this.”
“Let me help you,” Seungcheol said. Wonwoo stood back and watched Seungcheol really put muscle into it, rolling up his sleeves and pushing the blade against the surface with much more aggression than Wonwoo had even attempted. “I can’t believe we let someone as scrawny as you be on duty for this.”
“Hey, I’m not that skinny anymore,” Wonwoo protested.
Seungcheol stopped and wiped the sweat off his forehead, considering. Putting a hand on Wonwoo’s arm and feeling the shape of it. “Yeah, I guess not. Time flies when you’ve known someone this long.”
Of course it was easy for someone like Seungcheol to let the years go by without his impressions of those around him changing, not consciously, at least. He wasn’t really one to dwell on that unless you were someone he personally depended on to stay the same - and then it meant the world to him.
It was really telling, that. Sometimes for all that Seungcheol was a natural leader, and considerate of others, and kindhearted, and self-sacrificing, and a myriad of other descriptors that Soonyoung could only force out of him with a case of soju at hand, it felt like he was never really looking at you in the crowd. And still, that made him who he was.
Wonwoo went to collect the rest of the garbage and brought it over to the grill. “You should really go to sleep, you look tired,” he said. “You’ve worked hard today. We ate well.”
“I can’t leave you doing this on your own,” Seungcheol said, wiping the tools off and tossing the remaining paper towels in the open bag. “There’s no honor in being selfless alone.”
Wonwoo laughed. “I wonder who I learned that behavior from?”