โฏ โ โฏ get lucky โฏ
jaeyong is aware of the importance of reputation now more than ever. it's about all he learns during the day: how to shine in front of the cameras, how to maintain your image no matter what, how to be the paragon of heroism in the eyes of the public.
so, he probably shouldn't be in one of red light lane's illegal gambling dens. and yet his future is why he's here: no one really knows his name yet. why shouldn't he enjoy what fame and maintaining his image will deny him of eventually?
he doesn't intend to stay for long, anyway. jaeyong may be cocky and over-confident in most matters, but he's well-aware the house wins more often than not. he has no delusions of becoming rich tonight, though he supposes you never know. he's just...bored. and curious. a recipe for disaster in many cases, but jaeyong is self-aware enough to know that much, which makes disaster significantly less likely. right?
after about 15 minutes at the table, he gets why people develop gambling addictions. he won't, but there is some small part of you that believes, surely next time. you lose enough, and you're sure to win eventually. it's just statistics, right?
20 minutes at the table and he realizes something is off. it's like the air shifts. he watches the dealer ( @jaedx ) shuffle the cards. jaeyong loses again, but this time it's different. manipulated. not just natural bad luck, but a mutagen ability.
jaeyong smiles crookedly. "come on, you weren't even going to let me win once?" he laughs, then leans a little closer, voice dropping lower to protect the card dealer's secrets. "so what is it? luck manipulation?" he pauses, considers for a moment, then adds, "no โ probability?"











