after a scandal, wooyoung, a defunct k-pop idol, runs away to his sister's hometown. he craves anonymity, yet his quiet routine is disrupted by a chance encounter- a local with a warm presence, who offers him a glimpse of a life beyond the spotlight...
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it was 8 in the morning. at this hour, wooyoung would usually be fast asleep, nestled in his bed, or if he was awake, he'd be found lounging in the living room or kitchen, lost in thoughts about the previous day's whirlwind of events. in a town where an uneventful day was a rare luxury, his mornings often began with a quiet contemplation of the chaos that seemed to pervade his life.
but on this particular morning, things were anything but usual. wooyoung was fully dressed, having already had his breakfast, and was now geared up to head outside. he tucked his phone into his pocket as the cool, crisp outside air hit him, and he rubbed his tired eyes, which still struggled to adjust to the bright morning light despite his early awakening.
the birds were chirping energetically, and the trees rustled softly with the breeze, yet the streets were empty—no doubt due to the early hour. wooyoung opened the gate in front of hana's house and stepped out. awaiting him was the person who had dragged him out of bed at this ungodly hour.
san stood there with a wide, carefree smile, his exhaustion seemingly non-existent.
"woo!" san called out with unbridled exhilaration. he was dressed in a cozy brown sweater and jeans, holding a mask and cap with a casual grip. he looked effortlessly handsome, but wooyoung was too groggy to appreciate it.
wooyoung groaned and glanced around before turning his gaze back to san. "why did you call me out at this time?"
san's smile faltered slightly as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "did you forget? we have a date today."
"this early?" wooyoung's eyes widened in disbelief.
the reason for wooyoung's unusual exhaustion was simple: despite all the planning for the winter festival, he hadn't managed a wink of sleep. the excitement of the date with san had kept him up, but he had naively believed that san wouldn't pick such an early hour for their outing.
"um, yes?" san replied with a casual shrug, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "did you have breakfast?"
"yeah," wooyoung mumbled, rubbing his face to get rid of any remaining hints of sleep.
san pursed his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer. "and did you shower?"
"what does it look like?" wooyoung retorted, glancing down at his attire before meeting san's gaze again, arms crossed. "what about you? did you have breakfast?"
san's grin widened. "of course i did."
"then why do you look so gloomy?" wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him skeptically. "did you want to have breakfast with me, by any chance?"
"hmm? of course not. i just don't mind having breakfast a second time."
"you seriously—"
"jung wooyoung," san interrupted, his warm hands wrapping around wooyoung's wrist with a firm grip. "you're mine for the whole day."
