@yhnl !
he had been making quite a wide arc around the palm and tea leaf readings. actually, quite a large path around anything magic related- too close to all of that uncertainty in his heart, worsened with the way he sees the trails of red strings tangled and woven throughout the crowd of the festival. it's worse enough with the promise of the flower lanterns- will the mermaid grant him something entirely different, again? he's staring at a particular knot when he happens to run straight into someone, and it causes the paper in his hands to flutter down to the ground between them.
"shit, i-" he doesn't happen to take a look at who he'd run right into and instead kneels downwards to try and dart a hand out for the fortune he had been carrying around with him in tightly held hands, trying to decide his fate- if he reads, or not, if he would truly like the answer he would find once more, or to feel even worse for knowing. it was free, and hyeonju tries not to think of how the person stared at him before they handed it over, hurrying off right after and straight into this person. it's really not in his best interest to have anyone else knowing exactly the things he was inquiring after, either, words scribbled on just the other side of this paper as he grabs it. and when he rises just to see a familiar face, it has him holding it behind his back, expression blank. "it's you. again." he says, and wonders how the whole festival landed them both right here.