CHAPTER 002.
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Is this the fuck luck he was talking about?

Starstruck-you find yourself thinking that as it slowly, eventually dawned on you that the figure of that young man is actually heading toward you right now.

His unkept hair, a bright gold, while his piercing eyes are electric-blue. Despite him still being slightly away from you, you can already identify that he is a tall lad. Maybe around 6'0" feet? And his face is gorgeous...

Although the creature earlier is more handsome, the guy before you still deserves a praise for his good looks. You continue to gape at him, smittened not only by his looks but by his identity.

After all, the face that this person has is also difficult to forget. It takes only for a few glances for you to instantly recognize him. Your cheeks, instantly powdered with a soft blush. You try to say something, but you stop, perceiving the frown plastered on his face.

And, he's also glaring at you.

Wait.

Why is the one and only Star Varrens glaring at you?

You don't really remember yourself doing anything to offend him at all. You look over your shoulders, but you see no one that could have gotten him angry.

Your brows furrow, perplexed by how empty the streets right now, before turning yourself to Star again.
And yes, you do know his name.

After all, he is an actor-a famous actor.

While he's a very famous actor now, one must know that Star's popularity just exploded a year ago. He was lucky with his first acting role, or maybe he's that talented. But one cannnot also deny how the drama he was previously featured in is a mega-hit, especially among teenagers.

It was a romantic-comedy drama.

Albeit cliche, you still manage to like the drama because of the cute chemistry between the leading roles and how light-hearted the plot is.
Well...

Although Star is just a second male lead there, he actually served his role pretty well. His role there was adorable, very lovable. Almost everyone was struck by the second-lead sydrome.

Even you were affected.

Props to his acting and the script.

"Are you crazy?" Star yells at you, snapping you out of your temporary reverie. "Do you want to die?" the actor screams again, almost causing you to cover your ears by the loudness.

Geez, calm down...

Your hands are slowly balling into a fist. You suddenly have the urge to put your fist on his mouth. Fortunately, you're able to compose yourself before you put that into action. Your lips are pursed while that man continues to scream at you for your said "idiocy"-until you catch a glimpse of that red car behind him.

So it is him!

Your brows furrow at the realization, instantly angered by what you just discovered. So he's the one who almost hit you! The main culprit! Then, there is no exact reason for him to be mad.

Instead, you should be the one who is furious! That guy almost got you killed! He does not have the rights to be glaring and screaming at you right now!

A frown makes its way up your face as you cross your arms, glaring back at that actor.

He is caught off-guard by your sudden hostility, making him stop on his tracks, as he looks at you, perplexed. He is handsome-so handsome. You feel butterflies in your stomach, and you try to conceal the damn effects he has on you.

He's just handsome, so what.

He's a nasty person who almost killed you, (Y/N)!
"Are you blind, Miss?" he asks you, insultingly. Finally, Star decides to tone down his voice, but that rudeness is still etched there in his words.

You frown at him. "No, I'm not! Maybe you are the one who's blind, boi. Just because you're famous, you think that you have the right to drive the roadway like it's all yours."

"Well, to point it out to you, Sir. No, you don't have the right." You angrily scowl at him; your tone is starting to get louder like his. "I can sue you, you know! Though I really like your role in I'm Yours, but you're being plain rude to me right now."

Star narrows his bluish eyes, almost choking from what you said. "Sue me?! What the heck are you spitting out? It's clearly your fault, Miss. I have always been the type of person who diligently follows the rule. I have never commited a crime in my life."

"Same with me."

"Then look at the stoplight, and see it for yourself." Star points to the stoplight, and you confidently look up. But instead of seeing the stoplight turning green, your (E/C) eyes only perceive the sight of the orange light flashing into dark red.

What?

But- "It's red when I crossed the road earlier." You trip on your words, stammering, because in all honesty, you have no idea.

After all, you were not looking at the stop light earlier; instead, you were looking at the pedestrian crossing light! You don't even know why you lied in the first place, but still! The traffic light should be red if the crossing light is green.

"Maybe that traffic light is malfunctioning? I mean-I was looking at the crossing light earlier, and it was dark green! I swear!" you try to defend yourself, but the man already heard your first words.

"It's not broken," Star deadpans as he averts his gaze to the crossing light. A surprised gasp escapes your mouth when you see that both traffic lights are indeed working properly.

You murmur curses to yourself-though quiet enough that he won't be able to hear it as your cheeks turn light pink being caught in such an embarrassing state. (E/C) eyes on the ground; you were hoping that it will swallow you whole and take you away from this

It was really green when I crossed the street earlier, you still stubbornly mutter in your mind.

You aren't really imagining it, but how come it changed! Is it that creature's fault? That Luck guy earlier?! Did he plan this to happen?! You suddenly starts to get antsy. If it's because of Luck that Star and you met, then what is this fuck luck he is talking about?

What is he really planning?

"Are you not even going to apologize?" He questions you, tapping his right foot as a sign of impatience. The actor had been obviously waiting for your apologies for the inconvenience you caused.

You feel so ashamed right now. You haven't done anything wrong, and yet you were forced to apologize because of Luck. You hate this feeling-this feeling of being framed, of being thought to be the guilty person.

"Then I'm sorry," you insincerely spit out.

Laced in your tone is bitterness as your gaze settles on the ground. Your thoughts are full of spite. The next time you see Luck, you're really going to kill him! You don't care anymore whether he's a mortal or an alien! After what he did, you just want to get back at him.

Letting go an exasperated sigh, you turn your back on Star. You are no longer really interested in seeing his face. You were a fan from the start, but toward the end of this meeting, you can't help but feel slightly angry.

If you had not been humiliated like that, you might still have had the courage to ask for his autograph, but that's clearly not going to happen anymore.

I hate him, you say in your thoughts, despising the actor for those rude remarks earlier.

Watching you, Star suddenly feels guilty. He did not really mean to yell and say those offensive words. He didn't mean to treat you so harshly; it was only because of anger that he lashed out.

Star freaked out and lost his calm because he could have accidentally hit you due to your irresponsibility. He was only intending to reprimand you.

And-and demanding an apology, huh?! an inner voice whispers to his conscience, She almost died, and the girl even has to apologize to you?! You're cruel. Star sighs to himself, observing the girl he has set his anger earlier on slowly leaves.

"Hey! I'm also sorry!"

You stop.

Your (E/C) eyes widen.

You try to process the words that has been called out to you. When it did process, you lift your hand up to your mouth, covering it.  You are in disbelief, startled by the sudden apologies.

Wait, did I hear that, right?!

Did Star just apologize to her?

Slowly, you turn your whole body in a full 180 degrees. You immediately met his electric-blue eyes, which startled you a little.

While he looks at you, Star has both his hands tucked inside his pants' pockets. Simple is his pose, and yet you still can't help but find him cool at the moment. Maybe if only you hadn't had self-control, then you might have already started drooling.

While he's an actor, his vibes right now just scream "professional model." It actually makes you wonder if the reason lies in his natural looks, or if it's only like that because he was trained by his company to always look good.

You blink your eyes while you compel yourself to snap out of the trance that the handsome actor placed on you again.

"C-can you repeat that again?" you softly ask despite hearing his apologies clearly. You just want to confirm what you heard.

"I'm sorry," Star breathes out.

He does not want to repeat those words anymore, but he has to sound sincere. "I did not mean to insult you. I just freaked out... But I am also sorry for nearly crashing my car onto you."

In every word, you start to see him in a new light. Star doesn't seem like an arrogant prick to you anymore. You completely understand his actions. The actor isn't really the one at fault.

You aren't the one at fault.

No one is.

Well in exception to him, you bitterly think.

Luck.

"You don't have to apologize, Sir." You offer the actor a light smile. "No one is really at fault." Your voice starts to trail off when you realize his gaze gets a bit too intense. It makes you slightly nervous.

You guys stare at each other for quite a long time until you finally resolve to cease this strange silence by forcing out a chuckle.

Before you can even realize it, Star is also laughing. He joins you, but his laughter's sincere, familiar, and warm. That instantly eases the agitation you feel, and you give him a grin.

"What's so funny?" you ask, wondering why he is still laughing so hard. He just shakes his head at you, still a laughing mess. You can't help but pout at him, crossing your arms afterwards.

While you like the sound of his laughter, you're slowly starting to get a bit self-conscious.

What's so funny?

Could it be about you?

Is there something on your face?

You place a hand on your cheek and rub it. It feels soft, nothing strange at the touch. Star chuckles a bit more as he perceives you feeling your cheeks. He finds that cute despite it being nasty.

Star eventually regains his composure.

Fixing a smile on his facial features, Star carefully takes your hand off your face, not wanting you to dirty it even further. Somehow, he can strangely feel tingles pricking his fingers as soon as he holds your hand.

The strange sensation startles him in an instant, causing his electric blue eyes to slightly widen, momentarily. He is easily able to take ahold of himself though, eventually brushing that feeling away a few seconds later.

As his hand holds yours,  you instinctively retrieve your hand from his. You press your hand close to you, gazing at him wide-eyed. He does not seem to care about your reaction though as he only smiles at you.

"Don't worry. There's nothing on your face." He assures your already lost worries. By now, you're only shocked towards his earlier actions. "I just find it funny, considering how you keep on calling me Sir... when you obviously know my name," the actor says.

Upon hearing his words, your surprise fades. You blink your eyes a few times, carefully processing his words.

"Well, you called me Miss...?"

"It's because I don't know yours," Star retorts.

You find yourself speaking your name to Star who only raises his eyebrow at you in amusement. "You are okay with giving your name to me?" he asks, and you mainly shrug.

You don't think that there's anything wrong with giving your name to him when you know his identity. Besides, it's not like he'll turn out to be a dangerous stalker who will use your name to find out everything about you.

"Well, it won't hurt a bit to give it to you," you answer, "And besides, I'm starting to get so uncomfortable with you calling me Miss when I am not even that old."

Star laughs.

That is what he exactly felt earlier.

Well at least you're both it.

You smile at him, but that smile fades when you realize that you have been taking a long time talking with Star. "Are you not in a hurry? Am I distracting you?" you ask, suddenly feeling a bit concerned.

You look around, but you still see no car.

Weird, you mutter in your mind.

But then again, it must be his doing. But wait-Why are you not even weirded out by the fact that you're now talking to a celebrity like he's an old friend?

You cannot really see this as a coincidence. This current situation obviously has something to do with Luck. You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Star harrumph beside you.

"Huh?" You glance at him.

"I'm asking if you want to eat lunch with me," the man asks with his hand on the back of his neck. He looks so shy right now, surprising you. "I mean, you interest me and I would like to know you more."

What the-

Is he making the moves on you?

You instantly assume that he's interested in you, but you are far too average for the likes of him. There is nothing to see and know more about you, and so you disregard that sudden assumption as it's far too impossible. Maybe the guy just wants to know you as a friend.

Even so you are still pathetic and, in addition, homeless, you do not deserve Star as a friend. He's certainly going to be disappointed if he finds that out.

But still, you accept the offer.

It's free lunch after all.

No one says no to free lunch.

Star's electric blue eyes brightens at your reply. He does not wait anymore as he suddenly takes you by the hand and suddenly-carefully-leads you to his vibrant red sports car.

You're very flabbergasted throughout as the young man does the gentleman act, never knowing yourself that the f*ck luck has truly begun.