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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san woke up with an unbearable pounding in his head. he grimaced as he tried to adjust his eyes to the sunlight that pierced through the open curtains of the room, looking down and taking in his surroundings. wooyoung's room.
he dropped his head back almost instantly, knowing what was coming for him as soon as he opened that door—wooyoung was going to kill him.
seonghwa was lying on his stomach next to him, his leg and arm both splayed across san. he smacked seonghwa's arm off of his face and sat upright. seonghwa groaned in his sleep and turned to the other side, and san sighed before standing up straight with confidence that appeared out of nowhere. if wooyoung was going to punch him again, he might as well get it done with.
he opened the door and stepped out cautiously. there was noise in the kitchen, which meant wooyoung was still in the apartment, much to san's dismay. he crossed his fingers behind his back and made his way to the kitchen, praying wooyoung would go easy on him. "hey," he said awkwardly upon spotting wooyoung, rubbing his neck.
wooyoung looked up at him, taken aback by his unannounced entry. his hair was down from it's usual ponytail, and he was wearing a sweatshirt instead of his usual tank top. san stumbled back in fear of his life as soon as the shorter started to approach him.
"you're finally up. how are you feeling?" wooyoung said, voice laced with concern as he held san still. "you drank way too much yesterday. i should've kept you in check," he sighed, sitting san down by the kitchen island. he shoved a bowl filled with an unappetizing looking liquid towards san. "it's hangover soup. there's medicine on the coffee table, so take some after you're done, okay?" he pressed a hand against san's forehead to check his temperature. "it's not as bad as before. you were burning up earlier."
all of san's fear seemed to fritter away and was replaced by guilt instead. he'd made wooyoung worry for no reason, all because he failed to keep himself under control. he played with his food, overcome with pangs of conscience. "i'm sorry," he mumbled regretfully, and wooyoung patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"you're fine, and that's all that matters. don't worry about it."
his words were meant to comfort san, but for some reason, san felt even more guilty. he'd rather wooyoung punched him. he looked up at wooyoung, feeling despondent upon seeing the exhaustion that was visible on his face. "can't you just hit me? i think it'd make me feel less worse," he said, offering himself to wooyoung.
wooyoung chuckled. "trust me, i really want to. but you're not in your best condition now so let's save it for later," he said, patting san's shoulder once more. of course. no matter how much wooyoung hated someone, he couldn't overlook it when they were hurt or sick, just like when they'd initially met and he took care of san when he was ill, regardless of his distaste for him. san watched as wooyoung left to the bedroom, possibly to check on seonghwa.
san rolled his eyes. this was all his fault. if it weren't for him, his plans with wooyoung wouldn't have been disrupted and things wouldn't have gone downhill like this.
and the audacity of him to be so touchy and close with wooyoung for the entire night. no wonder san had obliviously ended up drinking too much. he was too busy trying to push seonghwa away from wooyoung to notice.
"you should probably stay home instead of coming with us to the carnival. you can stay here with seonghwa," wooyoung said, emerging from behind him and sitting down next to him. "you're both unwell."
"i can come. i don't know about seonghwa," san responded almost instantly. he secretly hoped seonghwa would stay in bed for the rest of the day. wooyoung nodded reluctantly.
"oh, by the way," he began once more, "we had to leave your car behind at the karaoke place. one of my colleagues had to help get us back home, so we couldn't really help it.." wooyoung completed, pursing his lips.
"i'll just go and get it later."
no matter how much of a nuisance it was, san kept quiet because he didn't really want to make things worse for wooyoung. the guy had gone through so much because of him already.
"rise and shine!" a cheerful voice greeted from behind them and san almost banged his head against the counter in annoyance. why did he have to wake up?
"good morning. how are you feeling?" wooyoung asked.
"i'm great," seonghwa answered, stretching his arms wide and sitting down next to an irritated san. "why did you drink so much? your alcohol tolerance is horrible."
was he joking around? "because of you, you dimwit. you're the one who kept opening bottles." san scoffed, shifting away from seonghwa.
"you seem fine, but will you be able to come to the carnival?" wooyoung butted in and stopped an argument that was about to form.
"how could i ever miss out on it?" seonghwa grinned widely at him, sliding an arm around san's shoulder.
wooyoung nodded before getting up. "okay then, get ready quickly, because the rest of them are coming over soon." he said before leaving the two of them behind.
san glared at seonghwa. "you're so fucking annoying," he spat, irritatedly drinking the bitter soup. seonghwa grinned back at him coyly, and san shook his head.
"he seems to care about you a lot," seonghwa pointed out, raising his eyebrows at san. he dragged another bowl of hangover soup towards himself. "is this more than a fling? should i be concerned?"
san clicked his tongue, pushing seonghwa's hand off of his shoulder. "you should mind your own business."
their dispute was disrupted by the sound of the doorbell. wooyoung opened the door, and yeosang, yunho, and an unfamiliar third person came spilling in. san smiled courteously as he got up to greet them, but the smile quickly disappeared upon spotting a certain familiar face he really didn't want to see. what was she doing here?
mirae crossed her arms upon meeting eyes with him, the expression on her face contorting into that of disgust like it always did. san's upper lip twitched.
