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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for the first time, wooyoung couldn't get san out of his mind. and it was for all the wrong reasons.
all he could even think about was of how much of a shameless, painfully self-aware, ignorant, colossal douchebag choi san was. hilariously, sitting there in the theatre, for a moment, the thought of loosening up and dismissing his so-far unjustified hatred for san crossed his mind. it really had. but now, since san had been sweet enough to give wooyoung a valid reason to absolutely despise him, the hatred only increased ten-fold.
wooyoung couldn't help but hate himself, too, for the little voice in the back of his head that almost convinced him to believe san was truly not what he seemed; that he had somehow read san wrong through the screen. he almost found himself distorting the line between reality and fiction. because, in reality, when it comes to "bad guys", almost always, there isn't a hidden part to it; no fucked-up childhood, no sad backstory, none of it– there's just an asshole in his best form.
"dude, i can almost see the steam blowing from your ears. relax," yeosang said and laughed, though secretly feeling slightly intimidated by this furious side of him. in response, wooyoung let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and rubbed his reddened face with both his hands. "exactly what made you this pissed off, anyway? the last time i saw you this mad was in, like, year 11 when you got in a fist fight with the class rep. what was his name again, bang chan?"
"it's nothing." wooyoung huffed, completely dismissing yeosang's poor attempt at diverting the topic, however, relaxing a little bit so yeosang's efforts don't completely go to waste. the fact that he had no one or nothing to express his rage at made him feel like he was going to explode like a balloon in high pressure; only, he couldn't. what would he tell yeosang, anyway? that his top-star celebrity neighbour made some petty, incorrect, egoistic remarks at him, and he took a blow to his pride because of it?
heck, could he even call it an incorrect remark? no matter how fucked-up and outrageous his words were, he did have a somewhat of a point. wooyoung hated san for a range of reasons that shouldn't have been of his concern anyway, one of them being that san did have things easier. he had had everything handed to him in a silver plate since the beginning of his career, and even sheer talent couldn't get you as far as san had gotten in 3 years.
so technically, what he said wasn't completely wrong–wooyoung knew that, too–but to say it to someone's face is a clear show of lack of human decency. plus, choi san seemed to acknowledge the upper hand he had by being given anything and everything without even having to ask for it, and he clearly believed he was above everybody else for that very reason. was having it easy, really something to be proud of? is it really all that brag-worthy if the only reason you got ahead in your career is because of your good looks, and you just sit on your ass all day while other people work their brains off to make a living? sounds fair.
"either tell me what's got you fuming, or just, stop thinking about it. it's most likely not worth the trouble," yeosang reasoned, bringing wooyoung back into reality instead of just watching him burrow himself deeper and deeper into his thoughts.
wooyoung groaned in response, crossing his arms. the more he tried to stop thinking about it, the more he thought of it, and that only made him grow even more angry. still, he had to keep it all in and bite his tongue, no matter how much he wanted to just let it all out.
"just let me be angry in silence, okay? i don't know how else to deal with it, but i do know that if i don't find a way to relax, then im probably going to die a rage-induced death." wooyoung mumbled. the rage was truly devouring him from the insides like he'd already died once before his death.
"well," yeosang started as if he were going to offer a mind-blowing resolution to wooyoung's undiminished anger. "i was thinking i could take you to one of those rage rooms instead, but if you wanna stay here and fume until you set that couch and this entire apartment building on fire, then you do you, i guess."
apparently, yeosang did have a mind-blowing resolution to diminish wooyoung's anger.
--- at the rage room, wooyoung initially left almost everything untouched.
everything except for the mannequin with a head and a torso in the centre of the room, that is.
as inhumane as it sounded, wooyoung couldn't help but plaster choi san's face in place of the empty space on the mannequin's head. with the very same picture in mind, he striked and whacked and thrashed the choi san dummy with the heaviest metal bat he could find in the room. and when that didn't do it for him anymore after a solid 13 minutes of batting, wooyoung resorted to using his fists.
that sick fucking bastard choi san, his inner voice screamed, expressing its rage in the form of a fist to the dummy's face.
he really thinks he has the upper hand over me? over everyone else? huh. another blow to the stomach this time, sending the mannequin almost tipping over, only slightly hovering over the ground.
and the rest of the dialogues from deep inside his head were a blur. he didn't need words of motivation; the image of choi san's face on the mannequin was now more than enough to send him into a fit of the most passionate rage he'd ever felt in his life.
now, he really doubted whether he'd survive the next 2 and a half months with his neighbor that he absolutely couldn't stand any further.
the idea of hating choi san as a celebrity was one that never hindered with his everyday life. he was watching tv and one of san's shows came on? he could just change the channel. he saw his dumb face on an advertisement outside? he could just look away. one of his posts showed up on his instagram? he could just block san's account, and all the fan pages too.
but knowing him as a person and still hating him, was a completely different situation. hating choi san didn't mean the celebrity would literally evacuate his apartment, pack his bags and leave just to satisfy wooyoung. no, that wasn't how it worked.
he could never get along with the likes of choi san. hell, he didn't even want to. the idea of it sounded like a nightmare. the fact that he had to breathe the same air as the man pissed him off enough as it is. and he most certainly didn't want to be living in much less than a kilometers radius of him.
needless to say, the mannequin took a couple, otherwise fatal blows that day.
