flash;woosan

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San hung up on the younger and tossed his phone behind him. Hopefully no weird fangirls would show up at his house trying to find out who he was. He didn't even want to go to work today, but he couldn't buy stuff if he didn't have money, so he somehow found some motivation to leave his bed.

Immediately when he walked out there were girls and people with cameras lined up in front of his house.

"Are you Wooyoung's boyfriend?"

"Mr. Choi are you actually dating new celebrity Jung Wooyoung?"

"Huh? How do you even know my n-"

"San! Is it true that you and Wooyoung are a thing?"

San was bombarded with questions and camera lenses in his face. He wasn't going to do anything to embarrass himself on social media so he just bowed in the directions of all of the people and ran past them.

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"San. Dude. Why are you and your boyfriend all over my twitter?"

SooA tauntingly asked as soon  as San walked in.

"Ugh. Shut up."

"Okay Mr. Grumpy Lumps."

"Let this be a lesson to you SooA: never talk to or make friends with celebrities that come to your workplace and pester you everyday."

"Did you curse him out?"

"Of course."

"You rude bitch omg!"

"Not rude, just ummm mad?"

"No. You shouldn't blame him. He didn't ask people to come take creepy pictures of you guys at your house. He just wanted to check up on you and one of his many paparazzis snapped a few pics."

"More like ten of his many paparazzis."

"Not the point. The point is he's probably at home bawling his eyes out thinking you hate him and that it's his fault."

"I do hate him."

"No you don't."

"Yes-"

"San I know I don't really know you like that, but since your annoying arse has been working with me everyday, I have learned a lot about you. And I know you like him."

"I don't. There's nothing to like."

"Do you think he'll come in today?"

San shrugged and sat down on a stool waiting for customers.

"Are you really that mad at him for something out of his control?"

San nodded and continued looking at the multiple social media posts featuring his name. The comments were somewhat good, seems like he already had quite the fanbase of twelve year old girls who enjoy reading yaoi. San didn't like the recognition he was getting. It was odd to him and he didn't belong in the spotlight.

"Oh shit. Are you San? Wooyoung's boyfriend? Why do you work at this beatdown Korean restaurant?"

San rolled his eyes and looked down at the girl standing in front of the cash register.

"I'm no one's boyfriend and I work here to make money. Something you won't have to worry about for a few years... so it seems."

"Oh... well can I get a bowl of rice?"

"You call my workplace beat down and now you want some- Whatever sure. 4.06."

The girl handed him the money and just stood there staring at him.