Introduction: Luck

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"Can't this day just be done with?"
Let's just say today is not your cup of tea, but it wasn't exactly like this when you woke up in the morning"

Your day was good, remarkable even, because nothing's gone wrong. You woke up on the right side of the bed, prepared without panic, went to school with the sun rising bright enough for you to enjoy it without getting burnt, and then classes started blah blah, same old same old routine. Just a normal day without your clumsiness, aloofness, and overall awkwardness crashing into the party. And to top it all off, there wasn't much discussion in classes since tomorrow's the start of the much-awaited winter break. All you had to do today is submit your final papers, and you're good to go!

You thought to yourself "wow this day has gone so great", the only thing you worried about is your suspicion: "maybe your day is going on a little too well, better than expected"
Because the day was good, indeed, but it felt like the day was too good to be true! Seemed as if some kind of misfortune was bound to happen- like slipping in the hallway for everyone to witness, a sudden fire that chooses to burn up specifically final papers with your name, or a serial killer waiting for you to come home, who knows?! Might seem like too much overthinking, but you just can't help it.

[Your perspective, I'll name u roha, but just imagine ur name if u want]

As expected, bam! It hit me: the inevitable, spontaneous bad luck of mine. The universe and all its stars probably conspired and planned this out.
I just never thought it would come through a friend, and in the form of... ugh! I abhor it so much that I can't even mention it. The thought just sends tingles down my spine.

Here's the story:

"ROHAAAAA!" your friend called out from a mile away, and started running toward you like a ray of sunshine. This friend really was a sunshine, no joke, he had the smile of an angel and a humor that's full of zeal, viral even. Thus, he's dubbed the happy virus, Myungjun.
"Hi!" I greeted as he got to me.
He just stood still with an overdone smile.
"Wait, what did you do?'
His smile widened
"Spill it MJ oppa"
"Roha i already told you to stop using honorifics on me, it makes me feel old!" Myungjun protested.
"Fine if you say so, but I'll make sure you do feel old if you came bearing bad news!"
He let out the most nervous and awkward laugh ever.
"Oh no, it's serious isn't it? What did you do?"
"I..."

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