Dumb Luck (BSK)

1: First Encounters

A sudden clench in the gut. That was what you had felt when you'd grabbed the complete stranger's arm that morning.

It was rare for a day to pass by when you didn't get a random gut ache. A sudden clench in the gut was all you needed in this life in order to know that something was about to happen.

It had been like that for your entire life. Although you only really recognized it on your fourth Birthday.

The day had been full of hair-brained mishaps on your mother's part. It was entirely unlike her. But nothing really went wrong as you were right there to hold the family's antique vase that she nearly knocked over while putting up decor for your party, remind her to turn off the oven when she left it on, and stop her before she added salt to your cake.

Since then, your mother had believed you'd had a sixth sense for things that might go wrong.

And since that day, it held true. You had an uncanny ability to avoid disaster.

When you were five you told your mother to avoid the main roads for her commute, that same day there was a huge accident on the Main Street that your mother drives to work that involved over 20 cars.

When you were six, you told your father to check up on his boss. Your father found him embezzling money from the company and he was fired.

And each year you predicted more and more, preventing crises left and right for friends, family, and even total strangers.

However, when you reached the schooling age, one particularly loud bully of a boy called you a freak and your public life as a clairvoyant was over. You moved schools and your parents told you that you must never use your gift outside of the house for fear that people might treat you the way that boy did.

And you didn't.

Or well, that's what you'd like to tell the world.

Desperate times call for desperate measures as they say.

You only ever used it for the big gut aches at first. But as you got older the premonitions grew stronger. You started helping people with the simple things, something that could slip by completely unnoticed in a well worded metaphor.

But today... today the gut ache had been so strong and set on so quickly that you didn't, no...you couldn't just let the man go on like that.

"Sir..." you said, grabbing his arm. The first thing that struck you as he turned to give you a glare was how pretty he was.

Like gorgeous, prettier than anything you could ever hope to achieve. His skin was soft looking, and dare you say it smoother than anything you'd ever seen. You would have forgotten what you needed to say entirely had the gut ache not been so forceful. "Um, I don't really know how to explain this but, I think you should stop at a coffee shop. Or don't...just whatever you do, don't go into work on time." You said.

He frowned at you and looked like he was about to say something, but you quickly let go of his arm and let the flow of people swallow you up.

You would never see that man again, so what was the harm in influencing his future a little bit?

Your commute to work went faster than usual, as you walked through the door of the little street side boutique you owned in Hongdae. Perhaps it was because you were distracted by the interruption of your daily routine that made your time pass by so quickly.