It was another exhaustive day.

The regular amount of part-time jobs you ran per day had increased steadily over the months as your little brother entered a private modern-arts school. It was bone-grinding work and yet, you refused to give in – whatever you do, and even if it killed you, you planned to give your brother a future different to your own… At least, you considered, it was good that after you graduated high school, you would be earning full-time salary…

You were deeply in your thoughts when a black object was waved in front of you. You blinked and focused your eyes to see a rather tattered black hat right in front of your face. You grimaced and stepped back a little, looking towards the owner of the hat in disapproval.

‘What are you do…’

Your eyes widened a little as you took in the beautiful figure in front of you – he seemed to be foreign, with tousled platinum white hair, and with oddly coloured violet eyes. His entire figure was elegant and slim, his long white limbs accenting his body. He shot you a soft, breath-taking smile and you blushed. But you regained your composure as you thought how stupid you were, getting embarrassed in front of a boy who clearly was wasting his precious time doing stupid things. With a determined look, you walked past him – only to have him follow you happily. He suddenly out his hand, and you looked down to see a bunch of small cards in his fist. You looked at him strangely and he smiled sweetly back and spread out the cards with a light flick of his wrists.

‘Choose one.’ He said, his voice so alluring and charming, that you pick one unconsciously.

He flicked the card and looked at it, his face growing more and more amused. He suddenly tucked the card that you picked in his pockets.

‘Do you believe in Tarot?’ He asked you pleasantly.

You started to feel disdain when he started speaking about all that kind of crap. You were kind of disappointed too – was he one of those useless hobos who roamed around to cheat children from their money with cheap tricks?

Ignoring your disappointed glare, he asked again, this time, more seriously.

‘Do you believe in Tarot Cards?’

You frowned and tried of push past him, but he grabbed your wrists and forced you to stay.

‘Let go.’ You hissed angrily.

‘Do you believe in Tarot?’ He asked you again in monotone.

‘I said to let go!’

‘Do you believe in Ta-’

Your patience reached its limit when he started to ask you the question again for the fourth time. You exploded.

‘No I don’t!!! Who’s stupid enough to believe in that kind of crap superstitions?! If you want a decent life, I suggest you go home and stop wasting your time!! Now, let go!!’

He suddenly let go of you, and you almost lost balance and toppled to the floor. You looked back at the boy, and he seemed to be a little grave and sad.

You shook your head and just walked off, trying to ignore that sharp, probing gaze stabbing away at your back until you completely disappeared from the boy’s sight. You sighed in relief as you bent around a sharp corner – You didn’t know why, but your heart was beating increasingly quickly, and you were relieved to be out of range of sight from the boy.

‘Everything’s perfectly fine - Let’s get back to routine.’ You reassure yourself in a firm voice. ‘Deep breath _____, deep breath.’

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The next day, you saw a white-blonde haired boy entering your class, and you felt your tired body snap into alarm.

He smiled a placid smile.

Your teacher introduced him. 'This is Kwon Jiyong - He will be in our class from today. He is half Russian, and he has transferred from a prestigious school in Moscow due to some personal issues. As he is not quite used to the study system in Korea, he has dropped back a few years...' The teacher turned to the boy. 'And his age is...'

The boy remained unchanging, but in your eyes, you felt that he was fighting with himself to keep from laughing. In his soft, alluring tone that you could not forget, he said his age calmly.

'Nineteen.'

Every girl in the class swooned at his voice, and you bit your lip as you remembered what you said to him.

Like he read your mind, he turned his head barely noticeably to look at you. His violet eyes danced with dangerous amusement as he gathers your form slowly.

You get the feeling that your life won't be as used to be.

Hello everyone ^^ this is Harumi95 speaking!! This entire fic is based on a series of graphics from a fic called 'Welcome to Tarot Cafe' by Undankbar - I'm just borrowing the characters and the tarot cards from her :) I have her permission to write this, so please don't report~! (You can ask her if you want)

I'm not really used to writing in second person view, so please ignore my mistakes and point out any grammatical errors if they exist in the story ^^~!!! Thank you :DD

~Harumi95

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