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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"what an exhausting day," wooyoung sighed to himself, his voice tinged with weariness. his limbs felt as if they were made of lead, weighed down by the marathon of tasks he had tackled throughout the day.
it was half-past six when he finally trudged down the familiar, empty sidewalk of his quiet neighbourhood.
his arms, now as limp as jelly, hung at his sides, and he wrung them as if trying to squeeze out the last drops of energy. he began to stretch, crossing his arms over each other and moving his elbows back in slow rotations, each movement a desperate attempt to ease the persistent ache in his muscles. through it all, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips—despite the physical toll, there was something satisfying about a hard day's work.
as he stepped into his house, the familiar hum of the television greeted him, playing the evening drama that had become a comforting background noise in his daily life. the cool, conditioned air wrapped around him like a gentle embrace, immediately easing the tension in his tired muscles.
wooyoung paused for a moment in the entryway, letting the tranquility of his home wash over him. he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savouring the peacefulness that enveloped him.
after a brief moment of stillness, he moved further inside, kicking off his shoes with a soft thud. he let out a contented sigh, his body already beginning to relax.
"flower-boy," wooyoung began, his voice carrying a hint of affection as he made his way toward the maroon sofa where san was lounging. "how was your day?"
san, who was absorbed in the television, turned his attention to wooyoung with a look of eager anticipation. his hair was a tousled mess, framing his face in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. he wore black-framed glasses, and a comfortable white shirt paired with black sweatpants. san leaned over the headrest of the sofa, a small smile playing on his lips.
"pretty good," san replied nonchalantly, though his voice betrayed a subtle eagerness. "you should check out the picture i put up on the fridge!"
"the fridge?" wooyoung repeated.
"yeah, the fridge," san confirmed with a nod, his excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. "look at it!"
perplexed but intrigued, wooyoung made his way to the small kitchen, his steps light with anticipation.
the fridge was a mosaic of memories, its surface covered in an eclectic collection of photos, notes, and drawings. there were selfies they had taken together during various outings, pictures of them with ji-eun and hwayoung, snapshots of glittery burp, and even a few recipes hastily scrawled on sticky notes. amidst the familiar images and keepsakes, wooyoung's eyes landed on something new—a scribbling on an a4-sized sheet, done in bold black crayon. it was a wonky doodle of a face, with exaggerated features and a pink flower perched atop its head.
