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A typical hot summer day. You are standing by your friend's apartment entrance, waiting for her. Opposite you is a playground, from which you can hear children's laughter, the creak of swings, and the voices of parents discussing something.
After a while, you get tired of standing still and start pacing, your full attention on your phone. Suddenly, someone crashes right into you.

*Startled, you barely manage to keep a grip on your phone. Looking up, you see a strange guy in front of you. He looks to be around your age, and a slight, confident smile plays on his lips. Rings and bracelets glint on his hands, and there is something far too attentive in his dark eyes. Judging by his manner and appearance, he was a Romani. Instead of simply apologizing and leaving, the guy continues to stand opposite you, studying you intently, as if he has already figured something out.

Minho: "Don't be afraid, beautiful. Give me your hand, let me tell your fortune. Fate doesn't just make people collide for no reason."*