DANDELIONS.

No. 6

In a world of soulmates, fortune tellers were uncommon, frowned upon, and just about illegal.

Nobody is all that sure why they're so rare and hard to find, and there isn't a soul out there who wouldn't want to go to a fortune teller, to find out who their soulmate was and what their future would be like; however, in the end, most people would rather experience the joy and excitement that comes with love and finding soulmates.

Kim Mingyu, however, was not one of those people.

—

Fortune tellers were not only rare, but they were hard to locate, despite existing out there somewhere. Nobody would ever really admit to being a fortune teller, or to having their fortunes told; which meant that it was especially hard for anyone to find one of them.

Fortune tellers, though, didn't wear sparkly clothes, despite usually looking into crystals balls and murmuring odd words under their breaths; they had they same appearances as everyone else and wore the same clothes as just about every other person, and that was why they were so hard to find. Nobody could really tell the difference between the average person and a fortune teller.

But luckily, Mingyu knew people who knew people, and those people knew people, and soon enough, he knew exactly where to find the fortune teller he yearned for so greatly.

—

"Hi," was the first thing that came out of Mingyu's mouth upon meeting the fortune teller. Given the circumstances, it wasn't entirely appropriate, as Mingyu had literally grabbed the fortune teller's wrist upon spotting him and dragged him into an alley.

If that wasn't suspicious, Mingyu wasn't sure what was.

The fortune teller watched him warily with a slight frown tugging at his lips. "What do you want?" His voice was surprisingly soft, although obviously unsure, perhaps even worried.

Mingyu tilted his head slightly, a small smile appearing on his lips. "I, uh... Okay, just to clarify, I know you're a fortune teller." The boy tensed up. "But— I'm not, like, arresting you or killing you or anything, if that's what you're worried about."

"Is that so?" The boy pursed his lips, "That's interesting, I suppose. May I ask how, exactly, you are aware of my existence?" If there was anything particular that Mingyu noticed about him, it was his eyes; they were oddly dull, seemingly nonchalant.

"Ah, you see, I have this friend who talks about you like you're the most precious person to ever exist," Mingyu bit his lip, "he didn't mention you were a fortune teller until the other day, though."

The boy's blank eyes remained void of any reaction. "Jeonghan needs to learn how to shut up."

Mingyu blinked mindlessly, suddenly nervous. 'How did he even know it was Jeonghan?' "I'm assuming that means that you're Minghao? I'm—"

"You're Kim Mingyu, I know." Minghao finished, his voice nonchalant.

"Y-yeah," Mingyu scratched the back of his neck unsurely. "Does Jeonghan talk about me... or something like that?"

"Not really," Minghao shrugged, "I mean, he's mentioned you a couple of times, he didn't include your name though."

Mingyu stared with wide eyes, gulping. 'I'm confused and slightly afraid now, there is a random fairy-looking guy who apparently knows my name despite no one having mentioned it to him. Why has no one taught me what to do in situations like these?'