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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two uneventful days had passed since the unfortunate head-butting incident, and at 10 a.m., when san finally decided to return to his life as a college student, he found himself in hwayoung's dorm room.
the girl was concerned. she had every right to be, given that san was just sitting crisscross on the ground in front of her full-body mirror, her pink fluffy headband pulling his hair back while he poked and prodded at the still-healing wound on his forehead.
hwayoung, who was already dressed and ready to attend classes, was unable to do so due to his burdensome presence. outside, dark clouds loomed over the world of romance, threatening to resurrect the devilish rainfall from just a few days before—but the rain would not fall that day. rather than sadness, san felt hopeless.
hwayoung stood behind him, arms crossed and a worried expression on her face as she observed san. "san, you can't just sit here like this," she said, her voice bursting with frustration and concern. "you need to get that checked out."
she wasn't exaggerating when she said this. san, the lead in a romance drama that lacked physical violence for obvious reasons, had never experienced pain in his life. now, after years of living this blessed, pain-free life, he was feeling the ache of a bruise. if he had been exposed to this multiple times before, he wouldn't have reacted like such a baby. but he was, in fact, a baby. a baby who had never suffered an injury before. he had no idea what amount of pain was considered bearable and what amount was considered unbearable; what was painful enough to permit tears, and what was not so serious that he would be foolish to seek a hospital appointment.
san did not even bother to look up at her. he simply let his hand drop to his lap and slouched his shoulders. "i don't have time for that right now," he sighed. "i just need to figure things out, okay?"
"figure what out?" she quipped, plopping down next to him and tightly wrapping her hands around his wrists. "forget that. where've you been? you just disappeared for two days, and now you're a mess. and where is your jacket?"
right. san had almost forgotten about his blue varsity jacket, which was supposed to be almost permanently fastened to his skin to add to his already high levels of boyish charm. san paused for a moment, trying to remember what he'd done with it, and then it came to him. he'd left it on mi-kyung's doorstep after wooyoung sent him flying down the stairs and basically told him to return home.
san freed his hands from hwayoung's tight grip, disheartened as he removed the headband and tossed it aside, allowing his shiny black hair to fall over his gloomy face. hwayoung sighed and set her purse aside, indicating that she would not simply leave san behind like this and go to her classes. on any other day, this would have made san happy because it was an undeniable act of affection. however, he felt more like a burden than before.
san was experiencing something new: self-awareness, which he had previously dismissed as a myth. the bad kind. insecurity, if you must.
lingering around people who didn't want to see his face or entertain him, crossing lines and boundaries to satisfy his desires, and making others uncomfortable in the process—was he no longer an admirable, chivalrous, and charming man who could do no wrong? was he just a pain in the rear to everyone else?
