South Korea x Reader: Good Luck Methods

7. Heaven

As the hunt for a decent club continued, you looked at the last one on the list: the drama club. From what Elizaveta told you, they took just about anyone into the club. If you couldn’t act, they were always looking for stagehands. You walked in during what looked like an audition or something. Some girls were lined up near the stage, reciting lines in front of three different judges. You recognized one of them by a familiar hair curl. He groaned loudly before calling out a lout “Next!” You didn’t even know Yong Soo could do determined and serious. Each time you’d seen him, he was usually smiling and carefree and joking – that is, each time he wasn’t trying to grab hold of your chest.

You walked slowly to the front of the theater, trying to hear the lines they were reciting a bit better.

“One of these girls has to be able to play the part,” Yong Soo groaned.

“Um… Yong Soo?” He looked to see you and gave you a look like all of his prayers had been answered.

“You’ve got the part!” You blinked in confusion. The drama teacher looked at you and saw nothing special.

“What makes you think she’s suitable?” she asked.

“Just look at how cute she is! And her chest is perfect!” You face lit up in a blush, and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I only came to see if I could be a stagehand or something,” you said. Yong Soo deflated and sighed exaggeratedly.

“Fine,” he mumbled. Then he perked up again almost immediately. “I’ll show you how everything works backstage!”

“But what about the auditions?” the drama teacher asked.

“You can pick them out. You’re the drama teacher after all,” he brushed it off then turned back to you. “I can tell you everything about everything about plays and how things back stage work. After all, plays originated from me.” You rolled your eyes. You were used to this behavior.

“Of course they did, Yong Soo.” Surprisingly, he really did know a lot about stage work. Since you weren’t too shabby in the arts department, you were in charge of helping make the sets. You were surprised to find that Lily was helping out here too. At least the pervert wouldn’t be the only one here that you recognized.

“So what are you going to be doing for play preparations?” you asked Yong Soo after he had finished showing you around.

“I’m chief assistant director. The play we chose this year originated from Korea, so I know more about it than the drama teacher. It's called "Romantic Heaven." I pitched the idea to the teacher, and she loved it! So I’m helping direct, and I also translated the script.” You were surprised once more. He once again displayed some form of being able to be serious and responsible. Perhaps you had misjudged him?

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, _______?” You snapped out of your thoughts.

“N-not much. I just thought it was kind of odd that you could be serious. I mean, I’m sure you are quite a bit, but I never see it. You’re usually kind of happy-go-lucky and carefree.”

“Would you honestly want to hang around me so much if I wasn’t as fun as I am when you see me?” he asked giving you a smirk.

“I guess not,” you muttered.

“Plus, I want you to see me only at my best.”

“I feel honored.”

“After all, how else am I supposed to get the okay to get at your chest whenever I want?” You popped him on the back of the head.

“Even if we were dating, I wouldn’t let you do that!” you said, somewhat irritated.

“So you do want to go out with me!” he laughed.

“I-I never said that!” you nearly shouted.

~Le Time Skip~

It was opening night. The actors, the stage crew, the director, the drama teacher, and Yong Soo all worked your butts off for this moment, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a bit nervous/excited for this.

“Good luck, Yong Soo,” you said before having a hand slapped over your mouth by a rather annoyed looking Yong Soo.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to say, ‘good luck?’” he hissed. You pried his hand from your mouth with a huff.

“What?”

“No candles in groups of three, no peacock feathers, no mirrors, no blue without silver and absolutely no saying good luck! Those are all bad luck!” he said

“Then what’s good luck?” you asked.

“Giving someone a kiss before the show is good luck,” he said with a grin. You bought it (for whatever reason).

“Fine but only on the cheek,” you muttered and leaned up to kiss his cheek. But then he turned his head and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You were too shocked to do anything but slap your hands over your mouth and watch with wide eyes as he walked away with a smug grin on his face.

You were more than a little sure that the whole kiss thing was a bit load of bull, but with how well the show went, you wondered if a kiss really was good luck. The play went off without a hitch, and you had to admit that it was a beautiful play with a touching plot. Yong Soo had good taste in entertainment.

“That was great!” you praised Yong Soo as he met up with you backstage after everyone had taken their bows and the drama teacher and director had said their few words of appreciation towards the cast and audience.

“And it’s all thanks to you,” he said with a wink and a playful grin.

“All I did was help with the stage and props. I wasn’t an actor or anything super special,” you said as you fought back the blush he brought on.

“Nonsense! I told you kisses were good luck,” he said as he slung an arm around you, “I would know. Good luck methods originated from me.”