#this was inspired by the cute raffle ticket boy whoops

[moonblssm]

test your luck — k.sm.

“y/n, stop staring,” chan next to you says when he notices for the eighth time that night that you can’t keep your eyes off of the raffle ticket boy walking up and down the steps of the giants game.

“what?” you tear your gaze away in hopes to cover up the fact that you’re seriously growing a crush on a stranger you had never seen before. “staring? at who?”

your older cousin rummages through his pocket to get out a ten dollar bill, dropping it in your hand before trying to get the boy’s attention. “i’m not dumb.” chan fails to wave him over, and when you’re sure he’s about to leave the section, you’re pushed into the steps with an encouraging “go.”

never would you have thought you would be sprinting up to the raffle ticket vendor at a baseball game, adding money to the grand prize in a hopeless way to maybe find yourself a boyfriend. you take a deep breath in, allowing yourself to prepare for what might be total humiliation. as quickly as you can, you run up the stairs after the boy—a clear workout because cement stadium seats were not easy in skinny jeans—and tap him on the shoulder before he can get any further.

he spins around. turns out he’s even more charming from up close, large puppy dog eyes gazing into your own. you smile and breathe out, “hi,” momentarily forgetting what you had come to do in the first place.

the smile he returns nearly knocks you off your feet, backwards to tumble down the stairs you had just run so quickly, leading to your death cause by complete embarrassment. luckily, you aren’t that uncoordinated and decide instead to focus on the name tag on his chest. ‘seungmin,’ it says.

“hey,” he returns, bringing your gaze back to his face, but not before taking your heart completely at the sound of his voice. “um, where you interested in entering the 50/50 raffle?”

“oh, uh, yeah,” you reply, bringing up the ten dollar bill in your hand.

“perfect,” he smiles sincerely, and for a moment, a wave of doubt washes over you. it’s clearly an employee-customer relationship. you’re stupid for thinking that shy smile he gave you meant anything else. “we should head back to your seat so we don’t stand in the way though.”

“oh, yeah, right. sorry.”

chan passes by you on the way back with a wink and you realize that he’s probably going to wait in the bathroom, expecting you to text him when you finally take your shot. seungmin doesn’t miss it, and it’s nearly impossible to control the jealousy running through him right now.

when you sit down in your seat, he takes the empty chair in the row in front of you, tapping away on the ipad to print out the receipt. before he hands it to you, he writes down what you think is your raffle numbers. “so uh, are you having fun?” you ask to break the awkward silence that had fallen between you. then you realize that he’s working and he has but no other choice than to be here.

seungmin chuckles, relieving you, “actually yeah, i love baseball so it’s pretty fun to work at the games. plus, walking the stairs gives me a bit of a workout.”

your breathy laugh comes out small but genuine. “you’re lucky. i’ve always loved baseball too but i live too far away to get a part-time here. so i just opt-in for the occasional games i get to go to.”

the receipt feels heavy in your hand and so does your heart when you watch him ready himself to stand up. “well, if you ever want to get any extra tickets, just find your local raffle ticket guy in section 106. of course, you’ll only be able to get it if i’m there.”

and just like that, your heart flutters, feel a lot lighter, when you catch him sneak a small smirky smile as he types.

maybe you hadn’t won $19,680, but you felt a lot more lucky with the new number we wrote down for you to save in your phone.

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬

“you know, i think you’re wrong.”

seungmin doesn’t even react at the way you snuggle closer into his neck, only wrapping his arms tighter around you as you two are the last to watch the extended innings of the giants game in your house. it’s almost midnight, and besides your quiet chatting to each other and the game playing on the television, the house is silent with everyone already asleep. “about what?”

“how you say you’re a bad luck charm at giants games.”

“okay, come on, the day i met you they lost. and the game i went to before that they lost too. then they took the all star break and started winning. until i went to another game, which they lost. the next day, they started winning again.”

seungmin laces your hands together. “okay, so maybe that. but ever since we started going to games together, they won.”

“sir, that is a false statement,” you interupted, “shall i remind you of yester - ”

“okay, not counting yesterday.” small laughs are shared before he continues. “but either way, every game we’ve been to since then, something good has happened for us. i mean, your first kiss.”

“yes, my first kiss which i didn’t expect to happen on the scoreboard during kiss cam so i had already finished my garlic fries. and i was literally so nervous cause everyone was staring at us so i didn’t even kiss back!”

“and then i officially asked you to be mine the next game.”

“that doesn’t count, the game was over by then!”

“it does! we were still in the stadium and something good happened cause you agreed!l”

“am i your good luck charm?”

“yes, you’re my good luck charm.”

“i don’t believe you. you just want me to yourself.”

“maybe that just means i have to keep you with me all the time then.”

“you’re stupid, kim seungmin,” you pout, which your boyfriend kisses off your lips. he was never one to initiate such a casual kiss, but you weren’t complaining. he leans in to give you another kiss but you’re focused on the game. just as he’s about to press his lips to yours, the giants win with a walk-off.

though the moment’s gone, seungmin needs to make sure you don’t wake anyone up with your cheering.

so he kisses you anyway.