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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
just like that, withering under the weight of his thoughts and collecting himself over the daunting idea of distance, the days began to blur together in wooyoung's little snow-globe world.
a silent countdown ticked away in the background. there were times when wooyoung and san went on their unusual dates—horror or action movies that left them on the edge of their seats, a far cry from the sappy romances most couples indulged in. these outings were filled with adrenaline and laughter, like the arcade sessions where san's competitive side came alive, his determined expression almost comical as he tried to outscore wooyoung. other times, they found themselves on quiet walks by the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the shore a soothing background to their comfortable silence, neither of them particularly in the mood for anything demanding.
then there were the days wooyoung spent with his old friends—hongjoong, jongho, and yeosang—either nestled in the cozy, book-filled haven of yeosang's library or gathered around a table at jongho's chicken shop, where the aroma of fried food and the sound of their laughter mingled together as they reminisced about the old days while forging new memories.
and of course, there were the lazy afternoons spent in the living room with yeonjin and hana, the three of them sprawled on the couch with nowhere else to be, watching the latest dramas and movies together, their strange comments and shared snacks adding to the homely atmosphere.
slowly, everything was starting to feel like the norm, and wooyoung began to feel comfortable, as if he could finally let his guard down. but just as he was about to do so, the reality of their situation hit him like a snowstorm—everything was, in fact, nearing its inevitable end.
at 8 a.m. on a chilly saturday morning, wooyoung burst through san's front door, the cold air from outside following him in a rush. the inside of the house was a chaotic maze of unpacked cardboard boxes, stacked high and haphazardly along the corridor, leading all the way into the living room and kitchen. san had gladly offered to 'deal with' all the boxes they'd used for decorating during the winter festival—that was weeks ago, but alas, these boxes had found a home in his house.
wooyoung didn't have the patience to carefully navigate through the mess, so he simply shoved aside any box that dared to block his path as he made his way into the living room, his eyes already scanning the room for san, knowing exactly where he would find him.
as expected, san was there, sprawled out on the sofa, completely oblivious to the world around him. his arms were flung out comfortably, one dangling off the side of the couch, and his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
the coffee table in front of him was a mess—an empty bottle of soju stood among a scattered mess of papers, documents half-crumpled as if they had been carelessly tossed aside. wooyoung sighed deeply, taking in the familiar weekend sight with fondness and exasperation, his hands resting on his hips.
after a moment of contemplation, he walked around the sofa and, with an aggressive shake, tried to rouse san from his deep sleep.
