I walked home thinking about what Nakoudo told me, still playfully stepping over the cracks like a child. The whole time after she called me played through my head.
"Uhh...." I looked at Yugyeom as if I was asking if I could leave. I saw him nod and I began to put my shoes on again. I muted the mic on my phone to say thanks and gather my belongings I set on the table before telling him I had a good time, despite the fact that we got interrupted- I mean -almost kissed. I kept the last part in my head, though. When I unmuted my mic, thankfully, Nakoudo was still on the other side. I thanked Yugyeom one last time before heading out the door.
"I thought that you had a date with Junior." I pressed my phone against my cheek with my shoulder while I made sure I had everything.
"He's sick right now, I was taking care of him for a while but his mother practically kicked me out because she didn't want me to get sick, but anyways, the thing I have to tell you about." she cut off her slightly offended tone with a serious one. I dropped my shoulder and held my phone in my hand again.
"Which is?" I looked around, making my way to Nakoudo's house since that's where she most likely is.
"Yugyeom is a Matchmaker."
I stopped to make sure I heard that right. "He's a what?"
"A Matchmaker." She stated firmly through the phone speaker. So I heard it right the first time.
"And you know this how?" I continued to walk, seeing her street in the distance.
"Okay, so when we were playing twister, I got a feeling, like this instinct that Yugyeom was a Matchmaker but I didn't want to check since he was still getting to know me." I took my time walking to her house as she continued her story.
"But when we were eating lunch on Friday, I checked when he was choking and I started to pat his back, but I didn't see his string at all" She practically yelled through the phone.
"Maybe you just missed it, I mean, we were outside and you could have been looking.... at something else?" I sighed, realizing that what I said made no sense at all. How could you miss something that's not there?
"See! So I was thinking since you don't have a string either, the person you're going to fall in love with is Yugyeom!" I turned the corner of her street and saw her house at the end.
"That makes no sense, wouldn't we be together right when we see each other like you and Junior?" I walked up her driveway and she opened her door right when my foot landed on the welcome mat. She hung up the phone and brought me inside.
"Depends what kind of Matchmaker he is." I took my shoes off once getting inside. When I stood up again she continued to drag me. "I thought I went over this with you?" she sat me down at the island in her kitchen and pranced around getting snacks and a drink.
"So anyways, there are different kinds of Matchmakers, those who put the two together, those who help, those who manipulate, those who change, and those who are just able to see and tell." She started my lesson on Matchmaker 101. "Those who see and tell can see all the strings but they can't do anything to them, those matchmakers can find their own partners. Those who manipulate can choose their partners, those who help and those who change instantly click with their partner and those who put two together can't find the end of their half unless their partner makes a move."
"So... Do you know which kind of Matchmaker Yugyeom is?" I watched as she shook her head slowly. My heart sunk with every turn.
"I know for sure that he's not one that can help or change, he would already be in a relationship. If he were a manipulator, I'm guessing that he would choose you already" I blushed and pushed her arm slightly. "And if he was on that saw everything, he would see his own and still end up with someone, so I'm guessing that he's a put two together type of person." She shrugged.
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Matchmaker
FanfictionBambam has a best friend, her name is Nakoudo. He knows that she can get anyone together with anyone since she has the ability to see the the fabled 'Red String of Fate' and manipulate it. She never changes, cuts, or tangles the strings though, she...