Did you know?

It's honestly pathetic to say this myself, but there's a superstition that if you carry a contraceptive (that two-syllable thing that looks like a Vitamin C supplement called Sol-X) in your wallet, you'll attract money. Yeah, it's just a damn superstition, but I don't know why the hell I believed it. Maybe I was just that desperate for cash.

And today, I regretted believing it to my core.

It was a very normal date. Extremely normal, through and through. I think there was even a bit of that so-called 'pink aura' going on.

Check, please.

That was the mistake. Naturally, I pulled out my wallet to pay, and this person I'm supposedly 'flirting' with just had to have good eyesight at the worst possible time. The moment we stepped out of the restaurant, they said to me:

Have what—

Right then, something flashes through my mind. That damn thing. Fuck, seriously.

Can a date really fail this hard? Fuck, if there was a World Cup for failed dates, this would easily take first place.

...

How the hell am I supposed to fix this? I'm barely resisting the urge to slam my head against a wall five thousand times.

It's just... a superstition. They say if you carry... that in your wallet, you'll save money or whatever. Something like that.

I honestly feel like I just squeezed out the very last drop of social skills Ryu Gunwoo has left. Regardless of the fact that I want to bite my tongue and die right now.

...

Fuck, please just let it go without saying anything.