The day after they first met, Zitao holds out his hand and gives Jongin the tab from a can. “It's good luck,” he informs proudly. “I found it in the road, and not a single car ran over it. No bikes, no trucks, nothing. It's really lucky!”

Jongin thanks him and puts it in his backpack, forgetting about it soon after.

Sometimes, Zitao says or observes weird things, and Jongin usually just accepts them as something Zitao grew up with; he has no idea what China is like, but when he keeps finding things in his pockets—feathers, pretty little rocks, bits of smooth glass, even scales???—he’s really curious. Maybe they are good luck charms like Zitao casually says, maybe they’re not. Where are they coming from, and how are they getting into his pants pockets and backpack without him noticing?