Red Thread Of Fate

CHAPTER 2

Day 1

My eyes spring open. I was lying in bed. I quickly sit up and examine my surroundings. It appeared to be a small apartment. There was a tiny kitchen to my right with a brown wooden desk attached to the end of it. It was small but cozy.

My eyes fall to the bedside table. There was a phone with a charger plugged in. There were also two student IDs. One had my name and photo, while the other belonged to Jeon Jungkook.

"Busan University" I read out.

Why the hell do I have his ID?

Well, this was a blessing in disguise. If I had to start anywhere, I might as well start there.

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It took a while to get to the university. I mean, my memory is empty; I don't remember anything. Thankfully I got directions from this sweet old lady. Apparently, I can speak Korean.

I walk around the campus searching for Jeon Jungkook. The campus was huge, so I had no idea where to start. I let out a deep sigh. This was overwhelming.

It felt like hours had passed. I wasn't making any progress. I asked around but no one even knew who this man was. I sit on a bent staring at Jungkooks ID.

Where the hell is this guy?

Well, I won't find him sitting here. I get up and continue my search. That was until my eyes stopped at one room. The lights were on. It wasn't anything fancy. It was a simple classroom isolated from the others.

"Art room" I read out loud.

The door was slightly ajar, so I decided to enter. The room was a mess. It seemed to be a storage room. There were empty canvases were leaning against one wall, and other paintings scattered around the room. There were tools, stands and other shit. But one artwork, in particular, caught my attention. It was propped on a stand as if it was freshly painted. It was incredible.

The painting left me speechless. I take my phone out and snap a quick photo.

"Um, Excuse me?"

I let out a scream and almost drop my phone. My head darts around immediately.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

It was a man. He wore a jumper with a hoody over his head and had a black backpack slung over his shoulder.

"I-It's fine! I was...distracted" I chuckle while my heart calms down. I noticed that he wasn't looking at me; rather, he was looking at the painting behind me.

"Isn't it amazing?" I ask

"Amazing?" he repeats with a small tilt of his head

"Yea, it's such a unique piece. Everything is aggressive and intense. Doesn't it make the boy look angry or insane? Maybe the artist was expressing their own emotions." I tilt my head while analysing the piece. However, I quickly snap back to reality

"That's just my thoughts" I turn to him with an awkward smile and notice his widened eyes. He immediately turns his gaze.

"That's an interesting perspective" he mumbles. There were a few seconds of silence. I had a chance to analyse his face. Those features were definitely familiar.

I hesitate. "Are you Jeon Jungkook?"

His eyebrows raise in surprise. That answered my question. I quickly pull out his ID.

"I found this"

His eyebrows raise in surprise. "I didn't even know I lost that" he chuckles. "Thank you".

He shoves his card into the pocket of his bag. Finally, I found him!

"My name is Y/n, by the way" I hold my hand out with a friendly smile

"It's nice to meet you" he shakes back

"Are you also an art student?" he questions. "I've never seen you around"

Art student? That must be his major.

"I'm...an exchange student" I lie "from America" I clear my throat nervously.

His eyes immediately light up "Wow, really? I've always wanted to go to America"

My eyes widened slightly. He looked really excited. It was kinda cute. As if reading my mind, his excitement disappears, and he looks away in embarrassment.

"Yah" a deep voice suddenly rudely calls out.

Jungkooks body freezes. A taller and more muscular man stood by the door. He wore a beanie over his blonde dyed hair and a white shirt and jeans. His eyes land on me and he grins.

"Oh, hello. Who might you be?" he leans his elbow on Jungkooks shoulder and holds his other hand out towards me. I gaze over at Jungkook and notice his agitated expression.

"Um, Y/n" I reply awkwardly and shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you Y/n, I'm Woo Chul, his stepbrother"

My body suddenly goes stiff. This was Jungkooks stepbrother? The person abusing him?

I snatch my hand back and my fists clench up. A sudden flood of rage consumed me, and my expression tensed. They were looking at me with confused expressions.

"Are you ok?" Chul questions.

I snap out of my thoughts. "I have to go now" I force a smile. "It was nice to meet you Jungkook" I ignore Chul and flee away.

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Once I arrived home I grabbed a notebook, which I found on the desk in my room, and began making notes.

"Stupid bitch ass Woo Chul!" I grumble while scribbling his name. "I hope you choke on water and die you ass-" I lift my pencil, ready to stab it at his name but stop myself. I let out a sigh and manage to calm myself.

At least I was able to meet Jungkook today.