friday the 13th » meanie

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despite nicknaming himself the 'bag of luck', jeon wonwoo's life is an endless cycle of mishaps and accidents.

whether it's obliviously singing aloud in public or accidentally setting a girl's hair on fire, wonwoo hasn't seen a day in his life where he didn't fuck something up or embarrass himself to the point of seeing it replayed multiple times in his dreams.

he was never a superstitious person. he always dismissed claims by his friends that he was 'cursed', or that he had broken a thousand mirrors at some point in his childhood (which was perfectly plausible considering how clumsy he was and still is).

but nothing could explain why his luck went from a -10 to a -2000 whenever it was friday the thirteenth.

so it's a mystery why he decided that friday the thirteenth was the perfect day to confess to his childhood crush, choi seungcheol.

pretending to read a book, wonwoo stood waiting across the hall as students left their classes and filed off to find their lockers before their next class. he had asked for a toilet break five minutes earlier, stealthily slipping his heartfelt confession letter (which he had to rewrite, since his pen broke while writing the first one) into locker #717.

"it's perfect. you don't have to trip over your words, and you get to think over what you say before saying it to him. there's no way you could fuck up something this simple," his best friend, junhui had told him.

"you better be right, jun," wonwoo mutters, hiding his face behind his book (which he's reading upside down, not that anyone would really notice anyway).

focusing intently on locker #717, wonwoo doesn't know how to react when he sees someone opening it at long last. but it's someone who isn't choi seungcheol.

that someone sees a red envelope at the bottom of his locker and takes it out to read.

"i've liked you for a really long time, and i can't hold back my feelings anymore," that someone reads aloud.

wonwoo's horrified gaze moves to the intended recipient of the letter, who has just appeared and is retrieving books from his locker. his locker, which is #718, not #717.

"ha, another confession letter for kim mingyu?" choi seungcheol smirks, snatching wonwoo's letter from that someone's hands.

"give it back," that someone - kim mingyu - laughs, grabbing seungcheol's wrist.

wonwoo mentally slaps himself and wonders how he had gotten seungcheol's locker number wrong. snapping out of his stupor, he turns to run without looking in the direction he's going.

his arms register what's happening before his eyes do. bottles of strange liquids crash to the ground in a cacophony of smashing glass as wonwoo reaches out to steady himself on the handles of the metal cart he just ran into.

his eyes finally take in the scene of spilt chemicals, originating from the chemistry teacher's trolley that he had conveniently crashed into as he fled from the scene (well, attempted to).

choi seungcheol and kim mingyu's attention is ripped from wonwoo's confession letter and directed at wonwoo himself.

wonwoo stands there for a second, face identical to that of a deer in headlights. then he bolts.

jeon wonwoo, 'bag of luck', had just accidentally confessed to the owner of locker #717.