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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the sun had barely begun its ascent, casting a pale hue over the world as wooyoung trudged down the stoned footpath leading to his house.
his suitcase wheels rattled over the uneven ground. every muscle in his body ached with exhaustion, a deep, bone-weary fatigue that had accumulated over weeks of relentless schedules. promotions, fan signings, photoshoots, and back-to-back performances had consumed his every waking moment. the endless cycle of rehearsals, interviews, and promotional events, coupled with a gruelling tour that spanned multiple cities, had left little room for anything but work.
yet now, after what felt like an eternity of living out of suitcases and hotel rooms, he was finally home. but it wasn't his own bed that called to him, the one neatly made in the house he hadn't stepped foot in for what seemed like forever. no, what wooyoung longed for was the warm, familiar comfort of his bed in hana's house, the place where he felt most at peace.
finally reaching his front door, wooyoung fumbled with his keys, his hands unsteady from both the lack of sleep and the rush of anticipation. he didn't plan on staying long; he just needed to drop off his things, maybe take a quick shower, repack his suitcase and then head straight to hana's. there, he could collapse into the bed that had become his haven, away from the chaos of his idol life.
the door creaked open, and wooyoung stepped inside, the cool air of his home greeting him like a long-lost friend. but as he rose his head to find that all the lights inside were on and the curtains were drawn back, wooyoung could only stare in surprise.
"woo!" a familiar voice called out, breaking through wooyoung's tired thoughts and stopping him in his tracks. the tone was unmistakably cheerful, a sound that carried a warmth wooyoung hadn't realised he'd been missing so deeply.
he turned his head, searching for the source, only to lock eyes with choi san, who was standing a few paces away with that trademark grin plastered across his face. the sight sent a jolt of surprise through him, much stronger than the initial shock of hearing his name.
"san?!" wooyoung exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.
before he could fully process what was happening, san had closed the distance between them, sprinting toward him with the kind of energy that made wooyoung's heart skip a beat. clad in a simple black sweatshirt and jeans, san looked effortlessly good, his casual appearance doing nothing to dim the vibrant energy he always carried with him.
in an instant, wooyoung found himself enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, san's arms wrapping around him with a familiarity that was both comforting and overwhelming. the scent of his cologne—a mix of something fresh and slightly sweet—filled wooyoung's senses, grounding him in the moment. it was the scent he had longed for during the endless nights on the road, the one that reminded him of home and everything he missed about it.
wooyoung felt his body instinctively relax, melting into san's embrace, allowing himself to savour the warmth and the security it brought—if only for a brief moment.
