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 had a lot of questions.
first of all, how did choi san know where he worked? scratch that, what was he even doing at his workplace? and what did he mean, he 'needed' him?
surely, he'd earned himself the chance to ask choi san all those questions directly to his face, seeing how without even thinking twice, he scurried towards choi san's looming figure, grabbed him by the wrist and led him out of the studio.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing here, huh? how did you know i work here?"
"hey let's skip the formalities, yeah?" san hurried his words, the formalities he mentioned being the reason behind him literally stalking wooyoung. "i need you to go somewhere with me. trust me, you'll thank me later, hate me or not. besides," he ripped his hand out of wooyoung's grasp forcefully, only to hold the other by his wrist in return and lead him to a shady looking black van. "i can't really find a better person at this time of day."
"hey, hey, wait. where do you think you're taking me? without any explanation, too? are you fucking stupid, or something?" wooyoung barked out, harshly stopping in his tracks so san couldn't drag him any further.
san sighed out a breath of air traced with intoxicating amounts of annoyance and impatience before running his hand through his hair. "i don't know how to explain, okay? just trust me."
"no. i don't fucking trust you, and i know better than to get into a van you fucking doorknob." wooyoung retorted, ripping his wrist out of san's already loose grip.
san scoffed, putting his impatience aside for a moment to poke fun at wooyoung. "you think i'm gonna kidnap you in a van? in front of everyone? this isn't the west, okay? plus, what business would i, as a celebrity, have, kidnapping someone?"
well, he had a point, there was no denying that. but anything that had to do with choi san was as bad as being kidnapped. "i-"
"look, we don't have time. i mean, i don't– whatever. just, get in, okay?" san said hastily, turning his head to look at a short, equally frustrated and nervous looking man who had gotten off the driver's seat. "oh, this is the guy," san said to him, giving a glance at wooyoung. "and why did you get out of the car? get back in, we don't have time." san blabbered, guiding the man back into his seat by the shoulders.
wooyoung sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. he was so done, so exhausted and so frustrated that he couldn't even speak. choi san didn't even have the time to pause and stare at him for a response. he simply ushered him into the back of the car despite wooyoung's complaints before getting in next to him and sliding the door shut.
however, choi san did take note of the frustration wooyoung was feeling. saying it was obvious was an understatement– san could feel it literally radiating off of him like strong waves of energy. "i'm sorry, man. i just need your help, just this time. and i won't bother you ever again, alright?" he reassured wooyoung, obliviously placing a comforting hand on the latter's thigh.
