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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all wooyoung could do was stare at san who stood there, his dark hair dripping from the rain and his damp black shirt clinging to his body. his eyes were narrowed yet wooyoung struggled to decipher the new expression on the taller's face that he'd never seen before.
"do i have to hear from my manager out of everyone that you're hurt?" san finally spoke monotonously after a moment of painfully intense silence. wooyoung stared back curiously. what was up with the guy?
"what do you mean?" wooyoung huffed, crossing his arms. "don't tell me you wanted to hear it from me? why would i do that?" he continued. seriously, why would he? not like he was indebted to san or was super close to him or something.
even though the expression on his face was stoic, wooyoung could sense that san was annoyed or bothered by something. san rubbed his eyes, now visibly disgruntled.
"you took care of me the last time i fell sick. and plus, we're fucking working together right now. isn't it common sense that you'd let me know?" san explained, his voice getting louder, yet it was still no match for the booming thunder outside.
"and how was i supposed to do that?!" wooyoung exclaimed in his defense. hell, he didn't even know the man enough to keep in touch with him through social media or have his contact, not to mention, choi san was a celebrity, after all! why would a guy of his status need to be well-informed about the wellbeing of a commoner like wooyoung? "didn't your manager tell you in the morning or something? he's the one who took me to the hospital."
"seonghwa picked me up today so i didn't get to see mr.kim in the morning." he said, slicking his wet hair back. his eyebrows were furrowed and his countenance read helplessly irritated. he didn't say anything after that and wooyoung sighed, stepping aside. what else was he supposed to do? san looked visibly upset and it appeared wooyoung had something to do with it, god knows how.
"forget it, just get in," he said under his breath and without an ounce of hesitance, san stepped inside. wooyoung flinched as san walked past him, only then realizing that the dude was literally soaked and he was probably going to ruin his apartment. he shut the door behind him and san set down a plastic bag, that wooyoung didn't even notice he had in hand because he was too busy being dumbfounded, down on the table by the couch. wooyoung stared at it questioningly.
"ah, it's a ginseng drink set. i know it's old-fashioned but it's good for your health." san informed, rubbing his neck with one hand, the other in his pocket. he seemed to have calmed down a bit.
wooyoung slowly nodded in response. "i'll get you a towel," he said hastily before running to his room, his mysophobia already triggered upon seeing the trail of water droplets on the floor leading up to where san was standing.
heck, it was so late, did san have to make a scene now out of all times? he could have just come to see him the next morning if he was that hellbent on it. wooyoung leaned his head against the shelves in despair. what an inconvenience. he pulled a random towel out of the rack before making a dash for the living room, only hoping san hadn't made a bigger mess. funny how he still found the time to be a neat freak even in a situation like this.
