all jung wooyoung ever wanted was to go about life like he always did, and that worked for him; until the top-tier celebrity choi san was in the picture, that is.
but there was a catch; wooyoung was his anti-fan.
start: august 9, 2023
end: septembe...
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wooyoung's first thought was to push san back into his apartment and leave the unconscious boy on his floor, then close the door behind him and go on with his day like nothing happened.
but for some reason, that didn't really seem like the moral thing to do.
and that very indecisiveness was what brought him to an actor's apartment that very night. rewinding to the start of a series of very, very unfortunate events, he'd first managed to get san to his couch somehow before leaving to his own apartment to get some medicines, relieved to find a tired yeosang knocked out on his couch. yeosang would've been so proud to hear that wooyoung, at the very least, locked the apartment before leaving him alone in there.
now at present, well, wooyoung was questioning how he'd lived his life up til now.
what was he even doing, for god's sake?
he fought a war with himself in his head while sitting on the ground next to choi san, who was lying on the couch, still unconscious. the washcloth he'd used to pat san's forehead somewhat helped with his fever after half an hour or so, and he seemed to be getting better. as much as he didn't want to, wooyoung decided he'd stay until he was sure san would wake up feeling fine.
no, seriously, what was he doing?
wooyoung sighed, rubbing his aching temples and looking at san once more. his lips were chapped and dry, and his skin was flushed a lighter shade of red now. his eyebrows would furrow now and then from discomfort. he seemed better, right? he could take care of himself from now, right?
the one thing wooyoung hated about the circumstance he had put himself in, was the person involved. curse the teeny-tiny bit of good left in his heart, as well as the guilt that coerced him into taking care of his nemesis. he let his eyes roam the apartment instead, finding any way to pass the time until he could get out of there.
everything was neatly organized since the last time he was here, but there was little to nothing for anyone to see. it was surely spacious, considering how besides essentials like tables and fridges, couches and beds and whatnot, there was nothing else. probably because his job kept him busy and too out and about for him to spend any time home.
finding himself getting curious, he fished his phone out of his pocket, this time looking up choi san on instagram instead of reading some petty articles. like wooyoung expected, he was incredibly popular— but the 14.5 million followers really caught him off guard. he raised his eyebrows, taken aback. was he really that known and loved?
despite his fame, he only had a handful of posts. though he did frequently upload on his stories, and wooyoung could confirm from a picture he'd posted with park seonghwa and some other dude around 21 hours ago. so that was what he'd gone to do last evening? meeting seonghwa, also known as wooyoung's favorite actor? man, he should've followed him all the way there, or something.
wooyoung was also not surprised to see all the cheesy captions to his 21 posts, probably all aimed at his audience that were head over heels in love with him. "your hand looks heavy, can i hold it for you?" wooyoung read out one specific caption under his breath, face scrunching up. he knew it was fan service, but what the fuck? a little bit of effort wouldn't hurt. he looked away from his phone and up at choi san, giving him a disgusted look. what an annoying character, this one. the urge to slap his face was astronomical, but wooyoung withheld his emotions.
he put his phone back in his pocket and reached out, placing his palm on san's forehead. thankfully, his fever had gone down a considerable amount, and he was starting to look a little less uncomfortable. this was good, not because he felt better, but because this meant wooyoung could finally leave. a total of 3 and a half hours had gone by and it was already 11pm. again, he owed it to san for making him inevitably sleepy once more. he dabbed the washcloth on the sweat droplets that had formed on san's face before setting it aside and getting up to leave.
now, all that was going on his mind was self hatred directed at how he kept accidentally-on-purpose-fully getting involved in san's personal life. he flopped down on his own bed, letting out an exhausted gasp and staring at the ceiling, wondering exactly why he had been given so much to deal with. what was he even being punished for?
for the umpteenth time, wooyoung promised himself he wouldn't get in choi san's way after that.
