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Seungho was never a big fan of Christmas—not because he disliked the holiday itself, but because he never got to celebrate it like everyone else. Festive lights, cheerful carols, cozy family dinners… none of that ever belonged to him. But this year, he was determined to change that.
Recently, he’d landed a job as a pizza delivery guy. And while his legendarily bad luck could turn even the simplest task into chaos, it had somehow made his painfully average life a little more exciting. So when he was assigned a delivery to a Christmas Eve party, Seungho couldn’t have been happier.
Being a pizza delivery boy at seventeen might sound lame to some, but not to Seungho. For him, it was the closest thing to social interaction. Parties, even ones he technically wasn’t invited to, gave him a glimpse into lives less cursed. That’s why, with a cute grin stretched across his face and a thousand anxious butterflies doing backflips in his stomach, he headed off with the warm pizza box in hand.
When he finally arrived, the party was already in full swing. Music blasted from hidden speakers, and people were even crowded in the hallway. It was somehow both big and intimate—chaotic and cozy all at once. Little Song Seungho, ever the outsider, was thrilled to be a part of it, even if he was just the delivery guy.
He weaved carefully through the crowd of teens that all looked around his age. Some were talking, others were drinking, a few dancing—and Seungho did everything in his power not to bump into anyone or, worse, drop the pizza. He whispered little prayers to himself, begging his bad luck to take the night off.
Spoiler: It didn’t.
Just as he reached the main hall, an evil leg caught his foot and down he went—pizza box flying through the air like a missile of cheesy doom.
Now, Seungho was no stranger to his bad luck making him look dumb. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared him for what happened next.
The pizza (which was, for some reason, unnaturally stiff) smacked a boy square in the face—right as he was throwing a dart. The dart misfired and struck another boy in the head… passing clean through like some kind of low-budget horror effect. That boy collapsed onto a game board, sending the dice flying straight into someone else’s open mouth, choking him.
Now half-blinded and stumbling, Pizza-Face Boy staggered backward, crashing into a cute-looking boy with glasses. The collision sent said glasses flying into a nearby fish tank.
But that wasn’t the end.
Dice-boy’s collapsing body spilled a cup of some unknown liquid, which flowed onto an exposed wire, short-circuiting the power and electrocuting Glasses Boy as he reached into the tank.
And as the final tragic flourish, Pizza-Face Boy (still dazed) tripped again and fell straight through the window. The crash shook the house so violently that the disco ball hanging from the ceiling came loose and came crashing down—directly onto another poor guy’s head.
Later, Seungho would learn that Pizza-Face Boy’s fall didn’t just injure him. It also crushed another boy who had just arrived at the party.
That brought the death count to six.
Needless to say, Seungho got the hell out of there. Bad luck magnet or not, he wasn’t stupid.
But that didn’t stop the police from finding him.
“I tripped. I didn’t murder them, I swear,” he said, wide-eyed and terrified as he sat in a police station chair.
Thankfully, the detective seemed... understanding (kind of). She let him go after hearing his explanation.
When Seungho got home, though, he was greeted by the one person he couldn’t escape from: his uncle. And his uncle did not look pleased.
“Seungho, where were you?”
“Delivering a pizza at a party. That’s it.”
“Are you sure about that? Because I felt something… off.”
“Well… let’s just say my bad luck went full final destination movie.” And so, Seungho explained everything in painful detail.
His uncle stared at him, deadpan. “Let me get this straight. You tripped. The pizza hit someone in the face. That person misfired a dart, which killed someone. That caused a domino effect resulting in six deaths. And then you fled the scene.”
“In my defense… that guy shouldn’t have been lying on the floor like that.”
“I guess that explains the distortion I felt.”
“…Distortion?”
“I can sense when you’re in danger. And right now? You’re in serious trouble.”
“A serious trouble? But I didn’t die. I wasn’t even arrested! What’s the problem?”
“Let’s just say… those six boys aren’t taking their deaths well. And they want revenge.”
“WHAT?! Don’t tell me I’m double cursed now!”
“You are. But this one? You can actually fix.”
“Really?! Please tell me how—one curse is already enough!”
“I would help you. But you caused this one yourself. You’re on your own. Good luck.” His uncle vanished into the shadows like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“…Oh, I am so screwed.”
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“So, Song Seungho, a pizza delivery boy, is the cause of our death?!”
“Yes, apparently.”
“Well, I think we should do something about him. After all, he made us die in the most stupid ways. But that’s just my opinion.”
“Can’t believe I agree with you, Sungmin… but yeah. We should do something.”
“Yes. Let’s take our revenge—for our dumb, humiliating deaths.”