Red String | Minsung

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Everyone has a red string looped around their finger. Once someone and their soulmate turns eighteen, the string extends to the person's soulmate. When the first person turns eighteen, the string makes you see each other more often, and when the second person turns 18, the string connects them. The red string doesn't care if you despise or love the person, the red string chooses your soulmate, not you.

For some, the red string never connects to a soulmate. Those people may feel like they won't ever have anyone to love, but those people are able to choose who to love, and some people envy that.

Jisung believed that he was going to be one of those people. He was so close to turning eighteen, but he believed that no one would love him and that the red string of fate would agree with his thoughts.

When his friend Chan turned eighteen, his string didn't connect to anyone. Jisung believed the same would happen to him.

Jisung sat at his desk, millions of thoughts running through his mind. I'm gonna be alone forever. I'm doomed.

He mumbled to himself, staring at the front of the classroom and trying to make it seem like he was paying attention. He was in history class, and although he found some events of the past interesting, he hated history class with a passion. It felt as if the teachers purposely make it boring.

Suddenly, he felt someone kick his chair. Jisung turned around, knowing full well who it was. "What the fuck, Minho? What do you want?" He whisper-yelled, glaring at the brown-haired male.

"Your creepy mumbling is distracting me from the lesson. Unlike you, I'm actually trying to pass this class. So kindly, shut your fucking mouth." Minho snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, am I bothering you? Do you want me to rip your eardrums out so you can't hear me?" He replied, getting angrier. "Sure, then maybe I wouldn't have to hear your annoying ass voice. And while you do that, make sure to rip out my eyes so I don't have to see your disgusting face." Minho retorted.

Jisung stood up, about to slap the shit out of Minho before he was interrupted. "Jisung, Minho, this has happened way too many times already, and this is just the first week of school. If you two don't shut up and get along, I will call your parents and you'll get detention for a week." Mr. Kim warned.

Jisung sat down, still boiling in anger, and Mr. Kim resumed his lesson. Minho snickered at Jisung. "Dumbass."

That was the last straw for Jisung. He turned around and punched Minho square in the jaw. "You fucking shithead!" Minho screeched. He punched Jisung on the cheek. "I'm gonna kick your fucking ass, asswipe!" Jisung shouted

"JISUNG AND MINHO! TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE, NOW!" Mr. Kim yelled. The two of them stopped and turned to look at Mr. Kim, and then around the room. Everyone was staring at them, and a few were snickering.

"Did I stutter? GO TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW, BEFORE YOU TWO GET SUSPENDED!" He boomed. Jisung flinched before scurrying out if the classroom, Minho following shortly behind him.

"You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" Minho insulted. "Shut the fuck up, asswipe." Jisung growled.

"Maybe you shouldn't have aggravated me, and then this wouldn't have happened." Jisung jabbed Minho in the side with his elbow. "Ow, fuck you, bitch!" Minho groaned in pain. He kicked Jisung at the back of his leg, causing him to stumble and fall over. "You fucking whore! I'm gonna kick your ass!" Jisung stood up and chased Minho down the hall.

Before they knew it, they were in front of the principal's office. Jisung was about to beat the shit out of Minho, but then he realized they were right there. He grumbled to himself.