Crimson Thread of Fate

Some encounters are brief, but they echo for a lifetime.

It was only meant to be a moment-one fleeting exchange of glances beneath the golden glow of a fan meeting stage. I stood in the blur of hundreds, just another face in a sea of hearts racing for seven stars. They were the universe for so many, yet when Kim Namjoon's eyes met mine... the world held its breath.

I didn't know then that the moment would stitch itself into time.

I didn't know it would come back.

Years passed. The lights dimmed. The memory folded itself into silence. I lived another life-far from the music, the fandom, the star‑drenched stages. My path became forged in discipline and steel, a life of shadows and protocols, not screams and spotlights. I became a security officer. A leader. A protector. Eleven officers under my command. Each of us from different lands, different stories. All walking threads in a tangled weave of purpose. Then came the call-a contract unlike any other. HYBE. The empire of rhythm and fame. And fate, it seemed, was not yet finished with me.

Assigned to guard the very legends I once admired from afar, I returned not as a fan... but as their shield.

And among them-him.

Kim Namjoon.

He didn't remember me.

Or did he?

In a world where nothing is left to chance, I'm beginning to see the quiet workings of something far older than logic. The Japanese once whispered of an invisible string-red as blood, impossible to break-tying souls destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance.

Now I know that thread has another hue.

Not red.
But crimson.
Deep. Rare. Irrevocable.

And it's pulling tighter.

I thought our first meeting would be our last.
I was wrong.