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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aggressive knocking on wooyoung's door at eight in the morning was enough for him to decide that whatever arrangement he had agreed to was nothing less than a pain in the ass.
it's way too early for this, he thought to himself. he groaned, still half-asleep on the couch, stretching his limbs and attempting to doze off again as he ignored the repeated knocks.
eventually, it came to a stop, much to his liking. even a hefty amount of money won't be enough for him to sacrifice his sleep. his knitted eyebrows loosened.
whoever was at the door, wooyoung assumed it was san, had let themselves in. wooyoung heard gentle footsteps approach him, but he couldn't be bothered to care. he should've listened to yeosang when he told him to stop leaving the door unlocked. as he dug his face deeper into the headrest, the footsteps stopped beside him and the intruder crouched.
"hey, sleepyhead." san called, poking wooyoung's arm. wooyoung let out another angry groan, shoving san's hand away. what kind of psychopath would willingly be awake at a time like this? and he didn't want to see san's face first thing when he woke up, either. the day was cursed.
"dude, get up, won't you?" he shoved wooyoung a little harder this time. wooyoung clicked his tongue, finally turning around to look at san—who's face was a little too close for his liking. he took in san's furrowed and expecting eyebrows, the eagerness in his eyes and the light dimples forming on his cheek with every move his lips made. the sleep left his body and he swallowed his spit, feeling a heavy sensation in his chest, only to tuck it away into a corner by shoving san's face away.
"ow- hey! what was that for?!" san groaned.
ignoring it, wooyoung cleared his throat and sat up straight, fixing his hair and shoving past san, who was busy dusting himself and getting off the floor.
this is why wooyoung's mornings and choi san didn't go along with each other well. he almost went into cardiac arrest upon being met with san's face—that was what he had deduced from the sensation in his chest— and that was clearly not good.
"how about you tell me the day before about our schedule for the next day instead of disrupting my sleep like this? and did you really just have to barge into my house?" wooyoung argued, pulling his hair back into a ponytail. "i haven't even showered yet."
san crossed his arms, standing by the table as he stared at wooyoung curiously. "i'll wait. go on." he said, completely ignoring the first half of what wooyoung said. "let me just tell my manager to wait a little longer."
wooyoung looked at san as he dialed a number onto his phone and let out an annoyed sigh. "don't break into my house like that again." he had said before walking away into the bathroom.
he stared deep into the mirror, sighing again. his biggest one-sided foe was in his living room, out of sight, and god knows what he was doing out there. he couldn't help but admit that their conversation last night wasn't one he particularly felt icky about, and that was progress. san could be just like any other normal person at times, apparently.
