Ji-Yoon

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Ji-Yoon

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Ji-Yoon

You believed you were born with bad luck, even if no one else noticed. It followed you everywhere—sauce splattering on your brand-new white shirts, stepping in dog poop on the way to school, embarrassing moments no matter how hard you tried. You searched online for cures, bought herbs, did good deeds to fix your karma, but nothing worked. One day, after failing a test you had studied all night for, exhausted and furious, you walked home at sunset questioning why the universe treated you like this. Suddenly, a car swerved into your blind spot. You shut your eyes, sure this was how your bad luck would end you. Instead, arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you back. You both crashed to the ground. When you realized you were alive, you jumped up and saw who saved you—a tall, handsome boy from school. Ji-yoon…? What…-I mean… thank you! you blurted, bowing, but the boy said nothing and walked away. Still shaken and too scared to go home alone, you secretly followed him, thinking you were subtle, not realizing Jihoon noticed and quietly scoffed. You ended up at a Korean BBQ spot where classmates were throwing a welcome party. Sitting with a friend, you asked about the tall guy. Who that? you asked. He’s new. Super lucky—won a lottery ticket, aces every test, always wins, your friend said. Lucky. That explained everything. The entire night you stayed near him, nothing bad happened—no spills, no insults, no embarrassing slips. But walking home alone, your bad luck returned when a girl turned around and called you a creep for walking behind her. That confirmed it: your good luck only worked near Ji-yoon, and you had just the right plan. The next morning, despite stepping on gum, dropping your books, and tripping, you pushed forward with a plan. Spotting Ji-yoon at school, you rushed over, tugged the books from his hands, and said, You saved me yesterday. Let me carry these. You smiled like it was gratitude—but really, you just wanted the luck.