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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it was a sunny monday morning and with both yunho and yeosang gone to work, wooyoung was left all alone in their shared apartment. yeosang had been kind enough to make breakfast for wooyoung before he left and after having his meal, wooyoung was back in the couch, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
it was past noon and he hadn't budged from his position. usually, wooyoung would be bored out of his mind on a day like this where he had nothing to look forward to, nor did he have any plans. all he could do was sit in one place and stare at the wall and slowly lose his mind. but in this case, a day like this was exactly what wooyoung had looked forward to. just a few boring days out of his humdrum life.
this marked day three of no verbal contact with choi san. maybe choi san meant nothing more than a life-lesson, after all. a divine being taking human form to tell wooyoung that his uneventful days were valuable, and that expecting thrill and excitement in his life so he wouldn't bore himself to death would actually be disadvantageous and dangerous to him.
he smiled to himself, finally feeling at peace after a long time. but for some reason, there was still an unreachable itch deep inside, as if he hadn't completely gotten rid of the virus just yet. he made a sound of dissatisfaction before reaching his hand out to the coffee table and feeling around for his phone.
no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he didn't care, wooyoung couldn't quite avoid the urge to know what choi san was up to ever since their little incident. so, to scratch the adamant itch, he resorted to the classic method of stalking the celebrity's socials, of course. could it even be considered stalking? wooyoung thought otherwise. choi san was a popular figure anyway so many people would be scrolling his feed at the same time as wooyoung. this was completely normal behavior.
much to his dismay, san hadn't updated his socials at all. then again, male celebrities usually never posted their whereabouts. they basically used their social media accounts for promoting their ads or sharing random workplace selfies which in wooyoung's opinion was a psychological tactic to spread information about their movie or show so more people would watch and support it. he gripped his phone tightly, bugged off because his itch hadn't been quite scratched yet. impulsively, he clicked on the first post at the top of san's feed and gradually scrolled down from there onwards.
every single picture of his garnered almost a million likes or even more than that. wooyoung felt uneasy as if a boulder had been placed on his chest. he had seriously gotten involved with a guy way out of his league. not to mention, this type of involvement wasn't an appropriate one either. he stopped his thumb from scrolling as soon as it landed on a selfie. god damnit, did he have to take pictures so up-close? wooyoung took in the celebrity's deep brown eyes that were colored golden by the sunlight, his glass-smooth, gleaming and slightly tanned skin and his jet black hair. as soon as his gaze landed on his dimples, wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut. those stupid dimples.
they were the reason wooyoung even slipped up like that, making an entry in the walls that he had built around himself for choi san to wander in freely. why did humans even need to have dimples? what's so essential about having a hollow, tiny space on your cheeks? if they had no other use then they were definitely made for the sole purpose of poking. it wasn't wooyoung's fault.
his eyes shot open. what was he even doing?
wooyoung tossed his phone aside and let out a displeased breath. of course, it would take some time to get used to his newly reclaimed 'normal' life, so inexplicable feelings of agitation and discomfort were only normal when you're undergoing a change.
furthermore, the ac in the apartment's living room was broken, due to which wooyoung slept with a fan running in the background. the arrangement had left him feeling slightly sick with a stuffy nose. he tilted his head to the side, looking outside the open window vacantly. a pleasant and light breeze fluttered the thin, baby blue curtains. it was a sunlit yet welcoming day; the perfect time to be outside. maybe he should go for a walk? it would really help get his mind off things. then again, he didn't know exactly when his injured ankle would start being an inconvenience during his walk.
wooyoung picked up his phone and opened the maps app to look for any places he could go that didn't require too much walking incase he strained his ankle. there was a small library cafe right by the apartments and it was only a 5 minute walk to the destination. he looked down at his black sweatpants and faded turquoise hoodie, deciding it was appropriate enough to step outside in.
he slid the window shut before he left incase something happened—not that he cared for yeosang's valuables being robbed, but because he valued his life in case that ever happened to yeosang and he held some responsibility.
despite it being a working day, there were still a handful of people roaming about, specifically college students. there was a university not too far away, maybe 15 minutes by walk. it was inevitable that this would become a hotspot for young adults to hang around after they were done with their classes.
after a few minutes of walking, the cafe was finally in wooyoung's vision and he made his way inside. he retrieved his basic americano and a plate of cream buns from the serving counter and then sat himself at the table closest to the tall windows.
the cream buns were too sweet for his taste but on a day like this it was exactly what he had needed. the sugarless americano was enough to balance out a potential sugar rush. wooyoung's taste for americanos concerned yeosang, who thought americanos in general were only liked by sad, serious people who's lives were slowly wasting away because of pent up stress from work or studies. the fact that wooyoung liked his coffee sugar-free helped yeosang come down to the conclusion that wooyoung was actually a psychopath that was only being held down by his slothful demeanor and nothing else.
wooyoung was the only person that perfectly fit yeosang's idea of a miserable person; all he did was work, watch movies, sleep, repeat. not to mention his preferences for 'bland' food. in wooyoung's opinion, though, he wasn't miserable. people say you should embrace the simple things in life, but god forbid someone actually enjoys the simplest things just like wooyoung did, because then it would earn them the honorary title of 'psychopath' from the rest of society. wooyoung believed yeosang's classification was too strict because not every miserable person behaved a certain way. for all you know, the happy and cheerful person you walk by on the street could be miserable, too. misery shows in the way you behave when you're all by yourself, yeosang would argue, but that too was bogus. wooyoung always behaved the same way, regardless of whether he was alone or around people. what would yeosang know about such philosophical and complicated matters, anyway? his brain was literally the size of a grain of rice.
the jingle from the door once someone entered awakened wooyoung from his line of thought and he returned to mindlessly munching on his cream buns. he didn't even notice as an individual approached him, casting their shadow over his plate of buns. "jung wooyoung?" a female voice called from over him, causing wooyoung to look up at the woman with furrowed eyebrows that soon loosened upon recognition.
