A/N: im not sure if they meant already being in a relationship with him or meeting him so i just did meeting him
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You were exhausted, both mentally and physically. Your apartment had just kicked you out for being unable to pay rent, and you'd been fired from your job last week. No one seemed willing to hire you, and your debt was so overwhelming it almost felt like a joke.
Now, here you were, sitting on a small bench in the train station, on your way to your mother's apartment, hoping she'd be able to help. As you sat lost in thought, a man in a sharp suit sat down beside you. He was fairly handsome, and his presence seemed oddly out of place in the dreary atmosphere.
He turned toward you and asked, "Would you like to play a game?"
You raised an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"
He opened a small suitcase beside him, revealing stacks of blue and red papers, along with bundles of money.
"Ddakji," he said. "The rules are simple. If you flip my paper, you get money. But if I flip yours, I get to do whatever I want. How about it?"
His offer sounded suspicious, but you couldn’t deny the desperate need for money. You sighed. "Fine."
He gestured for you to choose a color. After a moment's hesitation, you picked blue. You both stood up, and he told you to go first. You threw your paper with as much force as you could muster, and to your surprise, his paper flipped over. You laughed, and he handed you the promised money.
He threw his paper, and this time it was your paper that flipped over. You were about to protest when he reached into his pocket and handed you... more money.
"Wait, you won?" you asked, confused.
He chuckled. "If I win, I get to do whatever I want. I chose to give you money. Enjoy."
You shot him a strange look but continued playing. The rounds went back and forth—he won several times, handing you odd objects or pieces of paper, all while you tried to make sense of it all. Strange, but at least you weren’t losing much.
Finally, the last round arrived. You threw your paper, and this time, he flipped yours with ease. He smirked and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, freezing you in place.
Before you could react, he slipped a piece of cardboard into your hand, waved, and walked away.
You stood there, still processing what had just happened. The train arrived, and you boarded, finally registering the piece of cardboard in your hand. It was marked with a circle, square, and triangle, and on the back, there was a number.
You stared at it for a long moment, trying to make sense of everything that had just occurred.
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A/N: im ngl i spent ten minutes trying to remember the word suitcase, i even googled "what is the box men in suits carry with them" eye
