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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wooyoung was confused. very confused.
initially, his plan had been to give choi san what he wanted, which was a kiss (evidenced by his awfully slow attempt to close the gap between them back in wooyoung's flat). why?
because he owed it to san, of course. he owed it to him to ensure that he had a good time. plus, it appeared that the entire ordeal had completely depleted san's mood.
and that was supposed to be it; a single kiss that would last no longer than a second. but now, as he held san's face in his hands, wooyoung felt extremely lost. he tilted his head at varsity jacket boy, who was gaping at him like a fish out of water, his cheeks extremely mushed up because of the strength with which wooyoung was grabbing his face.
there was only one question that made wooyoung—a continually un-confused, lucid action lead—this confused.
his heart had been racing for a while, at a rate that made one wonder if he had run three marathons, which he hadn't. he had been sitting completely still. for some reason, flower-boy's presence caused his heartbeat to skyrocket as soon as he leaned in closer to look at his tattoos, and it hadn't diminished since.
what was it? stress? caffeine? romance lead trait? a new communicable variety of a myocardial infection that san had passed on to him?
the reason for his racing heart, however, was not in question.
the question was... why did his restless heart seem to calm down after he kissed san?
san took a deep breath, seemingly lacking the patience to bear with wooyoung's comical silence.
"wooy—"
before he could say anything else, wooyoung was sealing their lips once more, determined to find out the reason behind this sudden feeling of relief. the force caused the frame of san's glasses to press strongly against wooyoung's skin, and san let out a small gasp, clearly surprised by wooyoung's sudden gesture, but wooyoung couldn't afford to be concerned about what was going on in san's mind at the time. he was too focused on trying to figure himself out.
as soon as he kissed him for the second time that minute, his doubts had been confirmed. wooyoung was sick. wooyoung was sick, and for some damn reason, the only cure was san's lips.
that was his initial assumption, until he realised he sounded dumber than flower-boy for thinking something so stupid made even the slightest bit of sense, because it really didn't.
how could it be a caffeine rush? he didn't even consume caffeine. how could it be stress? if it had been stress, it would have happened a long time ago—he'd been extremely stressed since the day he first met san in the romance world. and when did myocardial infections become communicable?
there was only one, simple answer to his stupid question.
wooyoung pulled back, nonchalantly looking at san, who still looked like a pufferfish gasping for air. "flower-boy," he began, his voice a little too indifferent and apathetic for someone who was experiencing a feeling they had no idea they could have. "i think i might have feelings for you."
