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"You can't be best friends."

That's what the fortune teller says after all of the good things she's told them. That's what she says, even after they made it perfectly clear they only wanted to hear about their good fortunes.

Minho and Seungmin laugh at the absurdity.

"Well," Seungmin starts as he gathers his things in his arms, standing up from the velvet couch and offering the fortune teller across them a very sweet, very fake smile. "That's enough bullshit for today."

Minho follows suit, a scowl on his face as he slings his bag over his shoulder. "This was your idea, Seung."

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People say two years isn't enough time to truly consider two people to be best friends, but Minho and Seungmin would beg to disagree.

If there's one word to describe their bond, it's indestructible.

There used to be this boy Seungmin liked. Really, really liked. He's pretty, talented, and never boring; he knew just how to keep Seungmin on his toes. Seungmin had spent over a year just trying to woo him—it was pretty difficult, too, considering the boy was attending a university two train-ride hours away from theirs—until the day finally came the boy happily told him yes.

The only condition was for him to start attending the same university.

It took him one moment—just one moment—to decide it wasn't worth being away from Minho for, and threw a year's worth of time and effort into courting right out of the window.

"He thinks bundling things is funny anyway," he told Minho after breaking the news to him that day, downing a can of beer.

Minho hummed, opening a bag of cheetos for him. "I always thought Hyunjin made you work too hard."

As they started spending more and more time together after Seungmin finally had more free time, at some point, Minho's parents made him choose between them and being friends with—according to them—the son of a lying prosecutor. They were unreasonably against their friendship for that falsity they could never really prove.

Minho walked out of the house that day without a second thought, bags and luggage and all, his phone to his ear as he called Seungmin and asked, "Hey, wanna like, live together?"

And all the younger told him was: "Yeah, cool. I was wondering when you were gonna move in."

Ergo, saying they can't be best friends is the worst insult of all.

"Well," Seungmin starts as he gathers his things in his arms, standing up from the velvet couch and offering the fortune teller across them a very sweet, very fake smile. "That's enough bullshit for today."

Minho follows suit, a scowl on his face as he slings his bag over his shoulder. "This was your idea, Seung."

Seungmin pulls out some bills from his pocket and practically slams them down right beside the crystal ball, walking around the table to leave. "I thought it would be interesting."

Minho snorts, making his way to the door too. "It was."

But the lady doesn't bother standing up from her seat or turning around to face them as she proceeds to speak calmly. "You are destined lovers."

This halts both of them.

"And after stepping out the door, the universe will start showing you just that."

Moments pass in silence, and the two of them turn to look at each other before looking back ahead in unison and continuing to head out.

"It gets more and more ridiculous by the minute."