Future Tense (Xiumin/Luha (1/1)

Word Count: 464Summary: What would you do if you could see the future? 29. 43. 18. 04. 54. 20. 14.The seven numbers flash behind his eyelids and he sighs, the pencil tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. The 2 inch pencil knocks on the cheap plastic and Minseok mulls over in his head whether he should write down the numbers. Not like it’d matter anyway. He’d be gone by tonight. Shrugging, he jots down the number combination and hands over the lottery ticket with a beaming smile to the tired clerk, who he may or may not have been watching over for the past few months. Tonight, there's a reason why he's here.He takes the proffered orange ticked and types in the numbers that Minseok had haphazardly filled in and glances at the baby faced man. Although the clerk wouldn’t peg the man any older than 18, the man’s ID proved him otherwise. “Confident in your numbers?” The clerk asks and Minseok peers confusedly at the man."Excuse me?""Confident in your numbers? You seem like you’d think you win," the clerk,who's name tag reads as Luhan, repeats, handing over the ticket that has in big, bold ink, the numbers that Minseok has chosen.A wry smile stretches across his lips and a look flashes by on his young face. “I guess you could say that. Goodnight, Luhan,” Minseok calls as he pushes his way out of the gas station and into the cold air.Tomorrow, on television, hosts, bored by repetition, fake excitement as the balls with numbers tumble around in their silver cage before one comes tumbling out. One host picks up the chosen ball and displays the ball with false enthusiasm and shouts, “14!” into the crowd. Applause plays loud into the studio and broadcasts across the nation and one clerk is gawking at the glitchy television mounted on the wall.Luhan digs through the lottery tickets filled out yesterday and pulls out one that a stranger had written down with a strange, weary confidence. 29. 43. 18. 04. 54. 20. 14. He looks at the ticket and the tv screen to line up the numbers and verify. The stranger was now 43 million dollars richer. “Holy shit,” he breathes and stares at the ticket in his hand. There’s a faint smudging in the corner of the ticket and the clerk flips the paper over. On the back written is a P.O box address and a short message. ‘Consider this a funny twist of fate. A gift from a stranger. I hope you brought an umbrella. It’s going to snow tonight.’ Luhan slowly lowers the ticket and stares out the glass planes of the gas station. Sure enough, small flurries of snow make their graceful decent marking the first snow of the season. He thinks of his mother in the hospital and he starts crying, blubbering grateful thanks that fall on silent snowfall and a smudged lottery ticket.Tumblr l LJ A/N: I'd thought I'd try a hand in fantasy. And since I clearly left no hints in this fic, Xiumin was meant to be sort of a winter/snow god who flits down to Earth every now and then and he's taken an interest/fallen for a special human.