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yeolsangeleyes · 5 years ago

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Lucky Or Not, Here I Come | Kim Minseok x Reader (ft. Kim Jongdae)

word count: around 1.3k

warnings: none

note! : This is my first published work which was written in english. I'm not a native speaker, i'm sure i have some mistakes in the story, however, the key of improvement is trying and correcting our mistakes :) So, be prepared some awkwardness. :)

requested by @itsallabigmess

Hey! I saw you are accepting requests. Can i ask for #81 with Minseok?

It took you approximately thirty-nine minutes to convince your boss to not fire you on the spot due to your mistake which - ironically - wasn't even yours to begin with. You just did what you asked you to do by the customer who, as she saw the outcome of the wedding invitation cards, started whining about the font on the front page. Even though you had asked her twice that is it going to be okay. She demanded to see the owner of this shithouse, as she described, so you do as they asked. While she talked to your boss - who was absolutely adored you but knew you were rumoured to be really unlucky - you took the lavender colored, designed cards and brought back to your table. As expected, your superior told you to do the cards again, just "he doesn't need to see that spoiled witch again".

Damnit, you sighed. I should be fast; i'll have a date after all.

You really did everything to look good, even though you weren't a big fan of blind dates, especially when they were set up by Jongdae, your biggest advocate for dating.

'Please, give it a chance!' he pleaded, eyes filled with a hint of begging. 'You're literally a workaholic, you should relax.'

'By doing small talks with members of the male species?'

'That's what dating for' he stated. 'I just want you to find the one and only.'

'You said that the last eleven times and it didn't end well.. Not everyone is lucky like you.'

'Touché. However, i promise, this is the last time. If you're going to left the date in disappointment, i'll stop.'

So, you're here.

When 15 minutes passed, you weren't worried. 15 minutes is an elegant late, is it?

30 minutes passed, so you ordered yourself an orange juice. You looked out to the window, waiting.

One hour passed, you started getting annoyed. You dialled Jongdae's number on your phone but he of course didn't pick up. You already have drunk your second juice but this time, with a small cupcake. Even the sweet, chocolate flavour couldn't make you forget your growing frustration.

When you were waiting for one and a half hour, you called Jongdae for the second time - he didn't pick up again -, you paid at the counter, said your goodbyes to the workers and went out in the exit.

You needed to blink to process what was happening around you. Then you realized the rain was pouring.

'Are you kidding me?' You groaned. 'Are you really kidding me?!'

This day can't be worse, you stated firmly while walking around downtown and the majority of people, with umbrellas, wrinkled their brows at you or give you a weird look. You wished you could tell them something rude, however your eyes were enough to paint your mood around them.

Although it's the end of March, the weather reminded you a mix of a chilly night in November and a powerful storm in July. As you walked beside a bar, you mind went back in time where Jongdae had told you his girlfriend said yes in his proposal and as it should be, you had celebrated it with tons of sojus and friendly promises.

People started disappearing on the street, everyone were looking for safe space where they could have escape from the violent touch of the rain. You didn't bother that much, knowing the fact it's about twenty minutes until you got home; where you can have a warm bath, eat dinner and watch something on Netflix.

You smiled a little bit, thinking about these things. But then, a car happened and your body met a big amount of water.

You were sitting on a bench, completely soaked, waiting for a demon, an angel or any kinds of upper entity to end your suffering. Were you a little dramatic?

Yes, but who cares? You were completely done for the day, to say the least.

To be honest, you wanted to scream or curse out loud. Were you really that lacking of luck ineverything?

This was the 12th time when you were stood up by your date and you started to feel this is your fate, you're going to be alone with nine cats and one of them is going to be named Sirius - because why not - and maybe you're going to spend your remaining days with knitting and whining over your favourite books in your really comfortable blue armchair; cover your cold legs with a baby pink blanket.

The loud thunder and a hand on your shoulder made you jump on your place. You wanted to ask them what the hell did they touch you but when you looked back, a man with an unreadable expression appeared in front of you. As your eyes scanned him up and down, you noticed his jeans were soaked, however his upper body was completely dry. That was when you saw the umbrella.

'What are you doing here?' the voice fitted for his childlike yet somehow mature looks. You seriously couldn't decide if he's over the age of 20 or older and you didn't love traps like that. Mostly when traps like him were that handsome and you look like a living box of wet wipe.

'Ehm... Feeling the rain, i guess?'

The stranger wrinkled his brows.

'You know you can get a really bad cold?' the honest worry in his voice suprised you as he still held the umbrella over you.

'Yeah, i know' reading his face you knew this answer wasn't enough for him. 'Fine. I had a shitty day, this is just icing on the cake.'

'We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanted to stop and feel the rain? Okay, I understand.'

'Why do you care?' It was your time to ask. Why did a simple man like him talking to you? Why?

'I'm a human being' he explained. 'I can be worried about a woman who casually sits alone in a bench in this weather. Plus, i'm just going home, i live around the area.'

He held out his hand to introduce himself and to your amaze, his name rang a bell on you.

'Wait a minute. Are your surname is Kim, by chance?'

'Kim Minseok, for your service' he put his free hand on his chest and pretended to bow. 'If you're curious, i had a bad day too. One of my close friend organized me a date, but i dropped my phone on the second floor, it died. I got stuck in a traffic jam and when i finally got out of it and went to the rendezvous, she was gone. Moreover, i can't even call her to say sorry because i don't have her number' The story left you dumbfounded, so you just stared at him. 'I'm sure she's thinking of me as an asshole now.'

Fate was really moody today, you thought. What kind of tricky game is this?

You throat felt dry, your mouth opened in shock. You took a deep sigh and stand up from your place, standing in front of the strang- i mean, Minseok.

'First of all, she doesn't think you're an a-hole. Second of all, if that certain friend is called Kim Jongdae, that's great. Third of all, if the answer of the previous statement is yes' you held out your hands while you chuckled 'hi, nice to meet you. I'm the woman you supposed to meet up with. '

After a certain amount of winks, he laughed and a gummy smile appeared on his face.

'Lucky or not, i know your first impressions on me were tremendous however, i hope i can make it up to you somehow. I would love to, honestly.'

Now you were nodded.

'I have two conditions. One, don't be late. Two, i think i need your number to prevent scenarios like that.'

thank you for the request and thank you for reading this! ❤ as i'm posting this, i'm scared a little bit about the reactions but i hope you'll love it! 🥺

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