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Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
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Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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you've never seen a devotion so stubborn & foolhardy
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Prompt:
[FILL] you've never seen a devotion so stubborn & foolhardy
Major Tags: References to a panic attack
Additional Tags: corporate au but it's an art gallery, poor financial decisions
Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: got a little away from the quote, but hopefully still with the vibes! as a challenge to myself, this is exactly 1k.
***
"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-Dagu will figure out what a stupid idea it would be to trust Wonwoo with his time.
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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. -- ;____; this paragraph about Seungcheol through Wonwoo's experiences speaks so much. Reminds me of the way a small part of fandom reads CheolWoo - larger than life golden boy, local legend x self-perceived nobody, a normal dude (absolutely thinking of rainiest's circles now). And the way that echoes forward in time. Wonwoo's pride, stubbornness to see this through alone, disbelief and distrust of Seungcheol - partly sourced from his own insecurity. And all the hints at the details outside of the story. Wow, wow.
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Major Tags: mentions of serious injury, blood, unclear situations
Additional Tags: nebulous setting, absolute wordvomit, seungcheol and his captain america complex vs. hulkoups
Permission to remix: Please ask
i got intense shower thoughts from this and i hope it at all matches up with what you might've been thinking about! i hope it makes sense lol. will post an ao3 link in the comments later if i repost this one.
***
back when the avengers movies were the at the height of pop culture fame, it somehow became important to figure out which one you were most like, or at least which one was your favorite. jihoon named black panther, mostly because he thought the movie was the coolest. junhui said groot, and refused to explain further.
captain america, seungcheol had said. it's not hard to come up with a laundry list of reasons why: he's strong, handsome, and has a clear sense of justice. admirable traits in any man.
mingyu nodded. you're dependable, he'd said. i'd always trust you to have my back in a fight.
honestly, i think you're more like the hulk, joshua had laughed, and everyone else did with him, seungcheol nudging him in the side with an eye-roll.
so maybe seungcheol has a short fuse sometimes. it's gotten better with age, not so hair-trigger to push someone around when they get on his nerves, but he still has his moments. he's still a little too prone to acting first and thinking later.
they'd ribbed him for it all, as groups of young men often do. he could do this all day, joshua laughed when seungcheol asked for a fifth arm wrestling round when they had downtime. korea's ass, jeonghan would say, groping him in the hallway. hulk-coups strikes again, jihoon would cackle when seungcheol body-slammed chan onto the sofa after too many shots of soju and too much mouthing off.
as time went on and marvel movies faded from the cultural zeitgeist, the comments died down. and eventually, they grew up. life moved on. seungcheol went from seeing them every day to once a week to once a month to maybe three times a year, if that. he's not lonely, and he's perfectly fine without them, but there's something different about having to make plans with someone four months in advance to get beers instead of poking your head into their room and asking if they want to head out.
but there's a part of him that never fully forgot about it. sure, no one's bringing it up anymore, and he isn't going to be the one to do it, but if seungcheol's going to try and live his life by some kind of creed, cap's isn't too bad of one. he tries to live a fairly decent, upright life most of the time. even though everyone else scattered across the globe, he always tries to find some way to bring them all together. at the very least, he always wants to be a steady, stable figure in case anyone needs him.
it's this that has him answering the phone when it blares in the dead of night, fumbling for it on his nightstand. 3:26, the screen says.
he can barely get out a muffled hello when he starts getting talked at.
"hyung," comes seokmin's voice, high and frantic, "hyung, something happened, someone--soonyoung--there's blood everywhere, i don't--"
his heart stops. he hasn't heard from seokmin in months, and this certainly isn't how he'd expected to hear from him again. "seokmin," seungcheol interrupts. his voice doesn't sound like his own. "tell me where you are."
seokmin rattles off an address that seungcheol recognizes as not too far from where he lives. it's also not particularly close to where seokmin--or soonyoung--lives, for that matter. he'll figure that part out later.
"should i call the police?" seokmin whispers, as if saying in quietly will make it take up less space, make it less real.
"not until i get there. i'll be there soon. don't call me again."
seungcheol hangs up the phone and wonders what it is he's just agreed to.
this, seungcheol thinks, with no small amount of insanity, as he leaps into his car, puts it in reverse, phone still on the bed in his apartment. this is his avengers moment.
what he doesn't know, though, is if he's cap or the hulk in this scenario.
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AND THEN YOU HAD TO END WITH POST-DISBANDMENT! AND A PHONE CALL! brb walking away to ponder at the moon. the power you wield is dangerous
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