just another love story

oh my god

I managed to cover my horrific shirt (which was one of my favorite shirts, to my anger) with my sweater fairly well. well enough that I only got several stares and not a thousand.

somehow, I found the cafeteria quicker than I anticipated, conveniently located on the floor I was on and all I needed to do was follow the main hallway.

I rushed inside. I scanned for any signs of napkins.

and oh my god.

I bumped into him. again.

why now? why show me a cute boy in the most embarrassing of moments?

"wait!" he called, to my surprise.

I turned.

his pink hair looked so soft and warm in the cheap fluorescent lighting. he seemed tired, but it was masked well by his thick framed glasses. he looked so huggable, yet could probably smack me down in one palm against the face.

I suppose I put off a bad vibe, probably still butt hurt about the sop on my shirt, because the boy scurried away before i could even say anything.

I was starting to think my whole life was just an entire unfortunate event.

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Im Changkyun, who doesn't really know what "good luck" means.

he's heard of the phrase, for sure.

people have told him it, like before a test or after he tells people his plan to change his name and move to Canada to escape life.

"good luck" is something everyone is familiar is.

but you don't truly know a concept until you've experienced it, right?