jung wooyoung is stuck in an unfinished action script with no way out-until he takes a wrong turn and meets choi san, a charming college student from a romance drama! what happens when a gritty vigilante and a romantic lead collide?
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san was unsure of how to respond.
mortifyingly black attire, blurred words, an apparent state of confusion and an aura that seemed unlike any he'd encountered before— these were variables he'd never seen, and furthermore, variables he couldn't comprehend.
but choi san, the male lead in a romance drama, could not afford to be flustered, taken aback, or confused. such extreme reactions were intended to be reserved for the female protagonist of his story. as a result, he just stared blankly at the man in front of him, who was clearly having a breakdown and spewing out blurred words faster than raindrops fell from the sky.
san cleared his throat, took another step closer, and held the man's shoulders to steady him. then, in his constantly charming, sugary tone, he asked the same question: "are you okay?"
the man's chaotic gaze met his calm one, and as san searched for answers, he couldn't help but study the man in front of him. his skin was dull and pale, textured, and marked with spots. his eyes were menacingly plain, and his lips were slightly chapped. his black hair was dishevelled, tangled, and messy. the man bent down to pick up the cap he had dropped while falling and put it back over his hair. this man was unlike anyone he had ever seen. this man was...
imperfect. he was full of flaws!
"listen," the man spoke once more, pulling his black mask up to his nose. "i think i'm lost, and i'm assuming you know this place well enough to help me. is there a warehouse nearby?"
"a warehouse?" he tilted his head thoughtfully. this was his first interaction with what he assumed was an extra in this script. he'd never been approached by anyone other than his female lead to ask for assistance... what was going on?
"of course there isn't," san concluded confidently, his eyes crinkling as an inevitable heart-stopping smile appeared on his face. "if you need more assistance, there's a map out front."
"this is driving me f****** crazy..." the man held his hair in his hands, frustrated, before looking helplessly at san once more. then, his face contorted into a confused and disturbed expression. "hey, man, why's your hair doing that? there isn't any wind blowing around here."
san wasn't sure what he was talking about. it was simply another trait that came with being the lead in a romance drama. even on the calmest days, an inexplicable wind machine followed san around. it combed through his hair, ruffled his clothes, and, on lucky days for the many college students who swooned over him, the wind would lift the hem of his shirt just slightly, revealing the honey-like skin of his abs.
"forget it, that's not important," the man declared, burying his face in his hands for a moment, as if lost in thought. given his confusion, it would only take a few seconds before he looked at san again, this time with a new question in mind. san didn't have time for extras, but he was intrigued. as a result, he did not leave—he simply waited, his hands shoved into his pockets.
