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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san was swimming in uncharted waters, a feeling so foreign and disorienting that it sent a thrill through his veins.
his usually sharp mind was now a muddled mess, thoughts spinning like a carnival ride he couldn't get off. his body, typically steady and sure, swayed like a loose kite caught in a gentle breeze, almost as if the invisible currents outside the restaurant were tugging at him, urging him to drift away with the fallen leaves gathering on the sidewalk. the upbeat, buzzing music inside the restaurant didn't help either; the bass seemed to sync with the pounding in his head, intensifying the disorienting whirl he was caught in.
san, however, wasn't in any state to voice a complaint. his warm hands, usually so expressive, now rested limply in his lap as he swayed in time with the rhythm, a blissful grin spreading across his face. wooyoung's hand on his chair was the only thing keeping him anchored, a gentle but firm touch that stopped him from floating away entirely in his tipsy dance with the imaginary wind and music.
"so, tell us, cupcake," yeosang's voice cut through the fog in san's mind.
the ex-special forces guy leaned across the table, his eyes gleaming with a mischief that would've made anyone else squirm. but san, blissfully oblivious thanks to the alcohol, merely blinked at him, an innocent smile tugging at his lips.
yeosang was clearly plotting something, his intentions as clear as day, but with wooyoung at his side, san felt invincible—too out of it to care about any prank the others might pull. "what's it really like being a romance lead?" yeosang's tone dripped with amusement, a cat toying with a mouse.
"it can't just be car crashes and smooches," yunho added, his deep voice taking on a teasing edge. the underground fighter propped his chin on his hand, his dark eyes narrowing evilly as he continued, "you're lucky, sugar, getting love confessions left and right."
"we get those too," mingi chimed in, leaning back in his chair. "just the other day, i found a pile of letters at my doorstep."
"oh, really?" yunho frowned, his hand dropping to the table as he glanced at mingi. his tone, which had been confident and teasing, now wavered with a hint of insecurity as he touched his face, as if suddenly wondering if he was the odd one out. "maybe it's just me, then."
somewhere in the fog of his mind, san realized what was happening—the guys were trying to make him the punchline of their joke. but the realisation didn't bother him. in fact, it made him grin wider. if he was in on the joke, why not have some fun with it too?
"being a romance lead is the best!" san declared, his voice a touch too loud but full of earnest cheer. he cupped his face with his hands, striking a pose that had wooyoung silently coughing beside him.
to wooyoung, san was always a flower—innocent, vibrant, and just a little bit delicate. "i always look handsome, i have a great soundtrack, and my alcohol tolerance? non-existent, because i can't get drunk anyway!"
