#viction fluff

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND BYUNGCHAN

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What Luck - Optional Bias Drabble

A/n: Something fluffy so the new year can start off with some kind of sweetness. *Mayhap based on what happened to me on Wednesday night but moving on.*

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“’I’ll be fine’, she said. ‘I don’t need a rain jacket because the forecast is always wrong’, she said.” He chanted as he walked towards you with your mug, now full of hot chocolate. “You never listen to me.” He tsked, motioning for you to sit up before handing you the mug. 

“You know the forecast always lies!!” You tried, the sudden raise of your voice triggering a small coughing fit, your boyfriend crossing his arms in a ‘Yeah, sure.’ type of way. “It was right this time..” You said in a smaller voice before taking a sip from the mug, wincing slightly at the temperature. “I would’ve been fine if it wasn’t for my two left feet, though.”

“Which is why I said to stay home, but nooo, you just had to go to work.” He shook his head as he sat by you. “You fell into all those puddles and now you’re sick. When you would’ve been just fine had you listened to me.”

“It’s hard to see when it’s raining that bad!” You pouted, hating the fact that you were completely losing this argument. 

You had a valid reason to ignore his request. Your weather was never predictable. It never matched the forecast, in fact, it did the exact opposite. You had no reason to stay home. 

But of course, things just had to go wrong.

The first hour of work was fine, and right as you were about to text him to rub it in his face that he was wrong, you felt the first drop of water. 

Then the second.

And then the rest of it.

It would’ve been fine had the rain not lasted as long as it did. Even soaking you as you walked to your door. But of course, the universe had other things planned. 

Like you tripping.

And falling into a small flooded hole on someone’s driveway.

Four different times.

“Might I remind you, your shoes aren’t even dried yet.” He shook his head. “Being a delivery driver, you’d think you’d be smart about your clothing choices during a storm.” He sighed at you. “Who wears Vans in weather like that?” 

“I didn’t think it would rain. Or that I would fall. That many times.” You sank deeper into your pillows as he stared at you the way a parent stares when they lecture. “It’s not my fault I have shitty luck.”

“And I bet you didn’t think you’d be sick for new years, either, huh?” He quirked a brow and you let out a small huff. “Don’t worry, though, I already planned it out.” He smiled.

“We’re gonna be wrapped in one big blanket burrito and cuddle through the night while we watch movies and I remind you that I’m always right.” He booped your nose. “And you won’t be able to run away because who would pass up the opportunity to start the year off in my arms?” 

You stared at him and tsked yourself as a smile pulled at your lips. 

“I guess I am a little lucky.”