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“Fortune?”
“You are getting your fortune told?”
“Yeah.”
He felt oddly embarrassed saying it.
Han Hoseong fidgeted with the mask strap behind his ear as he spoke.
“A friend recommended a place.”
“I called this morning, and they said someone had canceled, so I could come now.”
“Oh, he had time?”
“Lucky.”
“Fortune telling, that is interesting.”
“Go and tell us how it went.”
Moon Haeil and Lee Jujin said.
As he was about to answer, a voice suddenly came from behind Han Hoseong.
“I am going too.”
“Huh?”
He turned around.
It was Woo Yeongchan.
The one who had been lying in bed just a moment ago was now standing there confidently.
“When did you wake up?”
“I was never sleeping.”
“And I am going to that fortune telling place too.”
“Take me.”
Han Hoseong gave a hollow laugh.
“Yeongchan…… it is ‘take me, please’, not ‘take me.’”
“But why do you want to come?”
“To get my fortune told as well.”
“Hmm.”
It was the same reason as his own.
Well, it had to be just as frustrating for him.
Leaving aside the truth, he firmly believed that someone else had possessed his body.
‘Could he break that delusion by borrowing the power of shamanism?’
If there was an expert on possession, it would be a shaman.
When you are sick, you go to a doctor.
When you have legal trouble, you go to a lawyer.
When you want to change your hairstyle, you go to a stylist.
Consulting a shaman about being possessed seemed like the right move.
“Fine, got it.”
“Hurry up and get ready.”
If an expert firmly told him, “You are not possessed. It is nothing but a delusion,” maybe Woo Yeongchan would accept it.
With that thought, he agreed.
Woo Yeongchan changed into outside clothes.
Han Hoseong left the lodging with him.
Nowon said, “It will be close to your place,” and it really was.
The fortune teller’s place was about twenty minutes by bus, or a bit over thirty minutes on foot.
“We have leeway with time, so shall we walk?”
“Sure.”
Since it was a weekday morning, the residential neighborhood was quiet.
The two of them walked without a word.
Only their clomping footsteps echoed through the alleys.
“I guess it is that building.”
The path was not difficult, so they found it without getting lost.
Han Hoseong looked up at the tall building, over thirty floors.
It might be a prejudice, but he had vaguely expected a fortune teller’s shop to look unique.
It did not.
Seen from the outside, it was no different from an ordinary office.
“Unit 1703, she said.”
The two got on the elevator and went to the 17th floor.
As they stood in front of unit 1703, a voice came from inside.
“It is open.”
“Come in.”
“Wow……”
How did she know he was here when he had not even pressed the doorbell?
Han Hoseong admired her, thinking, ‘As expected of a talented shaman,’ and entered.
‘It is really white.’
That was his first impression of the fortune teller’s.
White wallpaper, glossy white marble floors, and the few pieces of furniture were all bright in tone.
It was so clean he felt reluctant to step inside.
He was worried he might shed a speck of dust.
Woo Yeongchan, meanwhile, took big strides inside.
Han Hoseong quickly followed, afraid that he might commit some rudeness.
“This way.”
The voice came from beyond a half-open door at the end of a long corridor.
The two took off their masks and entered the room.
A woman neatly dressed in a peach-colored hanbok welcomed them.
“Come in.”
“Oh dear, two celebrities at once.”
“Have a seat over here.”
She pointed to two white chairs situated before a white desk.
As he sat down, Han Hoseong asked with wide eyes.
“How did you know?”
“That we were celebrities?”
“I can tell from your face.”
“There is a halo shining around you.”
“Ah, is that what you call physiognomy?”
“No.”
“You are handsome.”
“With that face, of course you are a celebrity.”
“Ah……”
Han Hoseong scratched his cheek awkwardly.
Come to think of it, she might have seen him on TV.
He felt like a fool for not thinking of that possibility.
“Then, the part where you said to come in……”
“I could hear the elevator sound and footsteps.”
“The building is fine, but the soundproofing is not great.”
“……I see.”
Woo Yeongchan clicked his tongue.
He found it pathetic that Han Hoseong had let his guard down so quickly in such an unfamiliar place.
‘It is not as if he came here determined to be swindled.’
He had thought Hoseong was at least the type to guard his own meal.
But now he saw that he was extremely naive.
What is the use of being sharp on set?
In reality, he was completely soft.
And anyway, with a face that innocent, if she insisted on an expensive ritual, he would probably dither and give in.
‘It is a good thing I came along.’
It was not as if he had come for Han Hoseong’s sake, but at the end of the day, it seemed fortunate.
He seemed to be in a tough situation anyway, so it would be a pity if he spent a fortune on the wrong thing.
If the shaman asked for too much, Woo Yeongchan planned to stop her, and he kept an eye on things.
“So, what are you here for?”
“I, um, things do not go well with whatever I do.”
“I like what I do, but I wonder if I chose the wrong career from the start.”
“Sometimes I am scared to think that I am pouring my youth into something with no possibility.”
“I do not want to quit, though.”
“I just wonder if I am doing something meaningless.”
Maybe because he had thought in advance about what to ask, the words came out smoothly.
In fact, it was surprising how easily his private worries flowed out of his mouth.
“It seems I have terrible luck.”
“Maybe it is not luck, and it is actually a lack of ability……”
“Even if I take that into account, I am definitely unluckier than others.”
At least other groups did not have such bizarre incidents.
Han Hoseong wiggled his fingers and went on.
“The thing I am most curious about is the future.”
“I wonder if I can succeed as an idol.”
“Could you be a little more detailed?”
“What kind of success do you mean?”
“Enough to be recognized by everyone.”
The shaman nodded and asked.
“Let me see.”
“When were you born?”
When Han Hoseong told him the year, month, day, and time of his birth, the shaman typed something into the laptop on the desk.
A shaman and a laptop.
It was an absurd combination.
While Woo Yeongchan was displeased, she suddenly began to rattle off.
“You have good human luck.”
“You have good human luck.”
“You receive a lot of love from good people.”
“And you have hongyeomsal and dohwasal properly attached, so you are a typical celebrity fate.”
“Since childhood, you must have never even considered another job besides becoming an entertainer, right?”
“I can say you chose your path well.”
“But it may be hard to make big money.”
“Huh?”
“Why?”
“If I chose the right path, shouldn’t I make a lot of money?”
“You do not care about other people’s opinions.”
“You are single-minded.”
“Whatever you do, you get things by compromising with others, but that is hard for you.”
“Also, you do not pay attention to what the world says.”
“I care a lot about what the world says, though……”
Hoseong’s voice trailed off.
The shaman paid no attention and spoke as quickly as if rapping.
“You have strong siksang, that is why.”
“Siksang.”
“Thanks to that, you will live doing what you want as much as you want.”
“But you need to be careful about gossip.”
“As strong as your siksang is, you are prone to getting caught up in rumors.”
“Wow, that really seems to be the case.”
Woo Yeongchan looked at Han Hoseong, not hiding his dumbfounded expression.
Seeing his torso slightly leaning forward, it was clear Han Hoseong trusted the shaman.
But even if he did, he should not show his trust so readily.
With such a good reaction, even a charlatan could string together plausible words about him after a few conversations.
“Above all, you do not know your own potential.”
“You need to know what kind of power lies within you.”
“Do not just fruitlessly say you cannot do it, that it is impossible.”
“Ah……”
“But you do work hard.”
“Tsk tsk, you are foolish.”
“You work diligently, but your direction is wrong.”
“It is like building a prominent tower in a place where it is useless.”
“Then, th-then what direction should I put effort into?”
“That is what you have to figure out.”
“Being hardworking is good, but you need to be smarter.”
“Use your head, huh?”
The shaman tapped her temple with her index finger.
It had been a while since she switched from polite language to casual.
That aside, her attitude was so rude that Woo Yeongchan was getting displeased.
What annoyed him the most was the fact that the shaman was clearly a fake.
He had come along just in case, but as expected, it seemed he couldn’t expect any meaningful gain.
“People have told me since I was young that I am foolish……”
“Do not be discouraged.”
“Being foolish can also mean being unwavering.”
“You have a strong foundation, so you will not break easily.”
“……Yes.”
“As I said, if you just use your potential well, things will go much more easily.”
“Even if you are not destined to make huge money, that is up to you.”
“It is not a fate without the capacity to fill a storehouse.”
“If you set the direction of your efforts correctly, results will follow.”
“Got it?”
“Yes!”
Hoseong answered firmly.
Woo Yeongchan was not even baffled anymore.
She was rambling long and hard, but in the end, it was merely “If you do well, things will go well.”
Who couldn’t say that?
Who would believe that?
‘There is someone who believes it.’
Hoseong’s complexion brightened.
For him to feel so relieved by such plain words, even Woo Yeongchan could feel it.
“Ah, and this is a bonus.”
“Your spouse luck is very good!”
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