It started with a brush of hands.

Horangi knows he shouldn't have been, but he'd been at a ticket booth, about to buy a lottery ticket. He'd been unable to help it. Technically, he wasn't indulging in his usual habit! It was... it was fine, alright?!

But Horangi's luck had always been shit, and in the back of his mind, he knew he wouldn't win.

Until your hand brushed against his, nudging his fingers towards a different ticket. You'd apologised, and he'd shrugged it off, grabbing the ticket you had led him to.

It was the winning ticket.

Horangi had silently thanked the mystery person that had nudged him into winning but hadn't thought much more of it.

And then he ran into you again, and again, and again. Each time you crossed paths, he'd receive something. You'd bring him good luck.

Winning a game, getting the last of his favourite dessert at the bakery, winning a bet because he'd heard you mention which team you'd vote for...

You. You, you, you.

그의 행운의 부적.

Horangi couldn't let you go, not when you always brought him victory, always blessed him with luck.

It was ridiculously easy to break into your home, to bring you here... why, he'd even brought your things! He wanted you to feel right at home, after all. You were his now, and he needed to take care of you.

Watching you stir in his bed– your bed too, now– Horangi smiled, fingers playing with your hair.

"Did you sleep well, my dear?" He asks, smiling down at you almost darkly. "Wake up," he whispers, stroking your cheek, "it's time to start our life together."