Don't You Need an Omega Lucky Charm - Chapter 8.2
“The reason you don’t want to leave is…”
It was at the exact moment Haon managed to swallow a single sip of coffee.
Kim Hyeongyu slid up close and sat right in front of Haon. He was close enough that Haon could feel his breath.
“It’s because of Senior Jeongwon, isn’t it?”
“What?”
Surprised, Haon reflexively leaned his upper body back and waved his hand.
Thump. The cup caught on the back of his hand and did a full spin in midair.
Coffee spilled out, pouring down Haon’s thighs and the front of his shirt. A few ice cubes bounced up and slid down between his thighs.
Haon sprang up from his seat and shook himself off. In the process, his knee slammed right into the corner of the bench.
“Argh!”
He saw stars. The pain felt as though it struck straight into his bones. It completely took his breath away.
His timing was thoroughly messed up.
As Haon clutched his aching knee, Kim Hyeongyu hurriedly stood up holding tissues.
“Hey, are you okay? Why did you get so startled over what I said? Ah, seriously. I’m sorry.”
He only said he was sorry with his words, but his face looked as though he was struggling to suppress his laughter. It was indeed an utterly ridiculous situation.
“Shut up. I got completely soaked because of you.”
Haon gritted his teeth and rubbed his knee. It felt numb and stinging.
The coffee stain and his ruined pride irritated his nerves at the same time.
“It’s also your fault for getting worked up over talking about Senior Jeongwon.”
“When did I get worked up!”
Haon shook off his clothes roughly.
“As if you didn’t. You were craning your neck out like a meerkat the whole time, worried you might run into Senior Jeongwon.”
“When did I ever!”
When Haon glared at him sharply in irritation, Kim Hyeongyu laughed and handed over some tissues.
Haon, who had been roughly dabbing at the stain on his thigh, placed his hand back on his knee. It throbbed with pain.
“By the way, why are you like this lately?”
“What do you mean?”
Kim Hyeongyu roughly wiped the coffee off his hands and then spread out his fingers.
“First. You had to climb the stairs because the elevator stopped.”
“That couldn’t be helped.”
“Second. The hot water, which was running fine just when I was washing up, didn’t work as soon as you went in.”
Haon could not refute those words.
Showering with cold water since morning, it felt as though his bones were still chilled.
“Hey, isn’t the house the problem? They said it’s a new building, so why are there so many breakdowns?”
“How is the house the problem? You’re the problem. That’s never happened to me, you know?”
Kim Hyeongyu narrowed his eyes and scanned him up and down.
“Third. You keep getting minor injuries and spilling everything. Look at you right now. A coffee shower plus a knee headbutt. At this point, shouldn’t you just admit it?”
“Admit what.”
“That you’ve been cursed with bad luck.”
He felt slightly offended by the decisive tone, but he could not refute it either.
Come to think of it, ever since the incident where he rolled down the stairs with Cha Jeongwon, it had been a continuous string of bad luck.
Before that, he had never experienced an elevator breaking down or shivering from the morning due to a cold shower.
‘No way. It can’t be that bad luck is contagious, right?’
Finding it absurd even to himself, he shook his head.
How could bad luck be passed on from a person? It wasn’t even a scent.
“Hey. What did you just say. Just now.”
“It’s nothing.”
Haon waved his hand dismissing it and bowed his head. His spine felt chilly for no reason.
It was a thought that didn’t even make sense. Even so, the unpleasant feeling in the corner of his mind would not go away.
***
The next morning.
“We’re going to be late. Hurry up and come out.”
Kim Hyeongyu’s voice echoed in the hallway. Haon rubbed his throat, which was still slightly hoarse, and shoved his feet into his shoes.
He had to wash with cold water again this morning. It was truly mind-boggling.
‘I need to ward off bad luck.’
Because everything he had experienced so far was so ridiculous, he looked it up on his phone and found that there was something called a dried pollack bad luck blocker. He planned to watch how things went until today, and if he felt it really wouldn’t do, he might buy one, so he had added a suitable one to his shopping cart.
He locked the door, stepped out, and stood in front of the elevator at the end of the hallway.
As soon as he pressed the button, the doors opened with a ding sound.
Just as Haon was about to press the button after the two of them boarded the elevator together, Kim Hyeongyu suddenly clutched his stomach.
“Ah, wait a second. I need the bathroom.”
“Right now?”
“My stomach hurts.”
Before the doors closed, he scrambled out of the elevator in a rush.
“Go on ahead.”
Thump. The doors closed.
“What on earth did he eat by himself…”
Muttering to himself, Haon raised his head late. Having forgotten to press the 1st floor, the elevator was going upward.
In a state of self-despair, Haon leaned against the wall and turned on his phone.
In the meantime, the elevator arrived at the top floor, the 9th floor.
He waited for the doors to close no matter who got on, but even after waiting, nothing happened. Wondering if no one was getting on, Haon raised his head and unconsciously held his breath.
“…Senior.”
It was Cha Jeongwon.
