Friends drag Kim Jong Kook to a "back alley" fortune teller, one who has power to show you not just the path of your life, but that of your soul mate, too. What happens when he finds out shes out there - the one - but their paths are never destined to cross?No big deal. Its just a joke, right?Until that back alley fortune teller has an offer for him. She can reach in to the haze filling the darkened room and break the path of his soul mates life, laying it neatly across his own, winding them together forever. For a price.  ForewordThe impatient shuffling of the men stops. She has their full attention once again.Jong Kook’s hand drops from Haha’s neck and the shorter man doesn’t even notice, so intent is he on the scene in front of them.“This is it,” Ji Min declares. “This is the one.”“How… how do you know?” Kwang Soo queries, moving up behind his solid friend and draping his arms over the older man’s shoulders. He has a sort of sixth sense for when he’s needed by his friend and it’s proven right once again as Jong Kook leans back against him almost imperceptibly.“Born this way,” Ji Min shrugs.The men look at each other. They shrug and turn back to Ji Min.“Like I showed you before, not ever pair matches up the exact same way -- obviously. Does everyone get where they’re going the same way? Of course not. Some of them go straight --”She bats her lashes at Gary.He flushes.“-- and others bounce around a bit before they land where they’re meant to land.”She nods to Haha. Jong Kook and Kwang Soo turn and tilt their heads questioningly at him, both at the exact same angle, like a couple of pugs.He shakes his head and quickly looks away.“But a match is a match and this is the match.”  a/n: Hello! Nice to meet you! I wrote this! That is, Im writing this! You knew that! Okay!After initially keeping this open, Ive decided to make it subscribers only for at least a little while, due to some irrational paranoia and also the fact that I found a couple of chapters of it posted elsewhere, which, no maam. I dont pretend to slave over this on a totally irregular schedule for nothing. Actually, yes, I do it for nothing. You know what I mean.