San thought he was in heaven. Was this what heaven felt like? He couldn't even process the roar of the audience watching his cousin get asked out in the most dramatic way. All he could focus on was the fact that he was clutching onto world famous racecar driver, Jung Wooyoung.

He could feel his heart beating against his ears and all his nose could smell was the sweet scent of that of a perennial flower. No, he was definitely in heaven.

Not once did he expect Wooyoung to walk up to him and say ‘hi’ and nor did he expect himself to collapse against him while struggling to live properly.

“Yeosang was not pulling my leg when he said you’d probably pass out,” Wooyoung muttered, unsure of what he was supposed to do with the male collapsed against him.

Wooyoung knew it was his fault he was now in this situation but he didn't know what to do now. He could leave San there and allow him to recover alone but he’d be a bad person or he could help him and simply have the process take longer than necessary. 

“Uhm, do you want to take a seat?” Wooyoung offered, unsure if that was a good idea.

San nodded, letting go of Wooyoung as he headed back to the seats in the arena in a daze.

“Where are you going?” Wooyoung asked, puzzled. “Youre not going back to your seat, are you?”

San froze, realizing that Wooyoung meant his vehicle and was heading back in the direction.

“To your car?” San asked, his voice raising an octave.

“Yes, yes, do you want to get trampled? Besides, Yeosang and his new boyfriend will be busy later, if you know what I mean.”

San nodded in understanding, meekly following Wooyoung to the car where he then got into the passenger seat. He had no clue what to do so he simply sat still as Wooyoung began driving away along with the other drivers.

“So, what's your name?” Wooyoung asked, attempting to strike up a conversation with the obviously entranced San.

“San. Choi San. And you- I mean- what?”

San nearly punched himself in embarrassment, Wooyoung laughing loudly. By god did he want the car to crash and end his embarrassing ass right there. Was this what Jongho meant when he repeatedly called him an idiot?

“Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung,” Wooyoung laughed. “So what do you do for fun?”

San turned bright red, turning to look out the window.

“Do you want to know the truth or a believable lie?” San asked, really wanting to lie through that question.

“Whichever one is fine but I'll determine it after and let you know if I think it's plausible or not.” Wooyoung responded, glancing at San for a second.

“Well, I like studying.”

“Utter bullshit,” Wooyoung laughed, not wasting a second to respond. “I don't believe that. Now tell me the truth.”

San felt his face burn and he nearly groaned out loud.

“Fine then. I honestly spend all day watching your videos and trying to collect your sports cards,” San muttered out, his face red. “But I have the limited edition platinum card!”

San proudly displayed the back of his phone where his card showed through the clear case, his eyes sparkling in happiness.

Wooyoung whistled impressively. There were only five of those and San having one said a lot. 

Or did it.

“Wait! Is that signed?!” Wooyoung asked, his eyes widening.

“Yup!”

“That bitch!” Wooyoung gasped, making San confused. “That's the only signed one there is but I gave it to Yeosang so that means he just gave it to you!”

San laughed loudly, making Wooyoung smile at the action even though he didn't know why the male was laughing.

“You thought! I had to pay him a hundred dollars and do his chores for him every time I went to his house for a MONTH!” San sighed in disdain. “But atleast Jongho saved me a few times so I’m fine.”

San had been too excited and nervous about talking and breathing the same air as Wooyoung, that he didn't even realize that they were driving away from the arena.

“Wait! Where are we going?! I thought they still had the ending speech?” San asked, surprised at what was happening around him as he stared out the window.

“Oh they do, but do you really want to go and listen to them for ten minutes about what they want to achieve in five years or something like that? I don't.”

San felt giddiness in him and his face became hot with excitement and nervousness at the fact that he was hanging out with THE Jung Wooyoung. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and San would grab the opportunity by its balls and run with it as if his ass was on fire.

“I hope you don't mind just going back to the hotel. I'm tired and I heard that you're staying in the same place I am,” Wooyoung said. “You can come over to my room if you want so you aren't bored.”

San felt his nose burn and his insides completely turn to a puddle of mush. His dream of being in the same place as Wooyoung for at least five minutes was more than enough to satisfy his soul for years.

“I wont mind.”

“I know you won't but I was just pretending to care and ask for your thoughts.”

San couldn't handle it. He wanted to open the passenger door and throw himself into oncoming traffic. What kind of life was he living in to have his biggest celebrity crush say that to him?

And so, the two hung out in Wooyoung’s room. Albeit the awkwardness, San was proud to say he did have quite a bit of fun laughing and talking. Only several times it came embarrassing such as when they ordered food and he automatically knew what Wooyoung would get without even asking or when his Mother texted him and all his wallpapers were Wooyoung, it was those kinds of things that made San feel like hiding away from the world. 

Their farewell was sad, to say the least. Yeosang and Jongho kissed desperately in front of everyone, making San tap his foot impatiently as he stared at them. They were always touchy and them kissing hardly made a difference compared to when they would literally grope each other in front of their other friends and family. 

Wooyoung simply laughed at San’s expression and poked his cheeks, making him flustered before saying goodbye and driving away into the unknown. 

San went back home, bragging to everyone that would listen and showing pictures to prove it. Who would he be if he didn't have a picture for everything they did? And of course, his crush amplified a fuck ton and he wouldnt stop talking for hours on end. He talked about Wooyoung so much that everyone had become immune to his constant chattering and people such as Jongho would take it in their own hands and clamp a hand over his mouth.

“Can you shut up about your ‘absolutely god-like, prince charming, loud as hell, nice smelling, perfect ass, Jung Wooyoung?” Jongho asked, nearly crying at San’s words.

He heard the same things each time they met up and he couldn't take it anymore.

“No? What kind of ridiculous request is that? I never stop you when you talk about Yeosang, do I?”

“YOU NEVER EVEN LET ME TALK ABOUT HIM!”

San looked at his cousin for a while, realizing the truth,

“Oops? Well it doesn't matter, I grew up with that thing anyways,” San said with a shrug. “I've even seen his dick when we were small.”

Jongho slapped San with a pillow, causing him to pout in pain.

“Imagine if they could hear you say those kinds of things?! Then what'd you say to defend yourself?!”

“Good thing they can't because I would faint,” San laughed, a proud smirk on his face.

“I think it's time for you to faint,” a familiar voice said, making San lose colour in his face.

There, at the doorway to the living room an amused Wooyoung and a glaring Yeosang stood, San falling against his seat weakly.

“Kill me now.”

Wooyoung laughed loudly, making a beeline for the male as the other two reunited after a long time.

“Oh come on! Don't go shy on me now!” Wooyoung whined, bringing San into a sitting position and hugging him while rocking back and forth. “I came all this way to visit you!”

That was it, San’s fanboy life was being filled more and more and he concluded that they might as well get married if kept going at that pace.

The four hung out that day, Wooyoung and San mainly in their own world as they laughed, slapped each other and screamed. Over time and each time Wooyoung visited, they got more and more comfortable to the point that San would freely collapse against Wooyoung or slap him out of excitement.

They had gone as far as following each other on social media, creating an uproar among the other fans as they questioned what was going on between the two.

San was in utter bliss and Wooyoung was proud that he had talked to San that day even though it was a struggle.

But it didn't matter because now they were the best of friends with a lot in store for their future.