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is this your card - 2min

"That's the whole point of magic," Seungmin grumbles, fingers wrapped tightly around the straps of his guitar case.

"What?" Minho asks with a tilt of his head, "Making the other person look like a fool?"

"Isn't it?" Seungmin raises a challenging eyebrow.

"Seungmin, honestly," Minho dramatizes a disappointed sigh, and he pairs it with a light shake of his head, "Yee of little faith. Is that what you think of magic?"

"Magic isn't real."

Or: Seungmin kind of declares the annoying magician that has started to show up at the art building pulling coins out of Seungmin's ears and telling him to clean them better (his hygiene is perfect as it is, thank you very much) as his enemy at first sight.

Minho thinks the guy that always walks with a guitar case on his back and frowns at his card tricks might just be the cutest person he's ever seen

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Seungmin freezes in his spot when he realizes there's nothing but air where Felix is supposed to be walking beside him. He blinks once, trying to make sense out of his friend's sudden disappearance, and pivots to scan his surroundings for a familiar blonde head. It takes long enough for the littlest bit of worry to start brewing inside Seungmin, but eventually his eyes land on Felix's freckled face in the midst of a generously sized crowd.

Seungmin can't really see well, his view blocked by too many bodies pressed together like sardines in a can, but as he approaches the first group in the list of suspects in Felix's abduction he manages to hear the telltale sound of cards being shuffled. Seungmin raises an eyebrow, curiosity successfully spiked. It's nothing out of the ordinary for Seungmin to witness a whole ballet routine in the hallways, or to walk into the bathroom to find someone practicing expressions and lines in front of the mirror, but Seungmin's been attending his guitar lessons in the art building for two years now, and he's pretty sure it's his first time witnessing a magic trick in public.

He elbows his way in between the mass of people, helped enormously by the huge guitar case hung on his back that simultaneously functions as a shield. Felix isn't just in the crowd, no— he's currently the magician's little victim, jumping excitedly as the magician shows the audience the card he chose before sliding it back into the deck. Seungmin rests his weight on his right leg and crosses his arms over his chest, forced to stay for the rest of the show because Felix is the one with a car that's supposed to drive him back to his place.

The magician skillfully starts shuffling the cards with one hand, assuring the spectators he didn't know who Felix was prior to this very moment, which ensures this isn't planned. He looks young, perhaps a mere couple years older than Seungmin himself, though his face doesn't spark any memory in his head. Is he new? Is he just a street entertainer passing by? Has a new magic class that he doesn't know of opened recently in the building?

"What do you do here, Felix?" The magician asks him conversationally, an innocent enough gesture if it weren't because he's probably trying to distract him from the rapid movements of his hands. Seungmin frowns, keeping an eye on his nimble fingers.

"I take a dance class!" Felix replies enthusiastically, the magician's intentions flying over his head and placing him right where the guy wants him to be.

"Oh, nice. My brother dances here as well," The magician stops shuffling, cards perfectly organized into a neat deck once again. Seungmin has to give it to him— he does sound genuinely friendly, "Okay, Felix. We've all seen your card, right? King of Hearts. And you all saw me place it back inside and shuffle them— I have no way of knowing where it is," He lifts his eyes to scan the crowd, and he momentarily meets Seungmin's own, "Now, I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel like it."