In the gripping tale of "Bonds of Fate," the paths of two worlds collide. On one side, there are Phuwin and Dunk, orphaned brothers, guided by their loving aunt in the warm embrace of a small-town restaurant. On the other, there are Pond and Joong...
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In the dimly lit bar, Joong sat quietly at a corner table, nursing a drink, lost in his thoughts while his friends engaged in a conversation about their impending plans for the party. Their voices were filled with the excitement of orchestrating a devious scheme, relishing the anticipation of targeting newcomers.
Steve, one of Joong's closest friends, observed Joong's distant gaze and decided to join him. "You seem lost in thought," Steve remarked, taking a seat beside Joong.
"I couldn't help but notice, whenever you look into that boy's eyes, you seem to pause. Is there something we don't know?"
Joong remained silent for a moment, contemplating Steve's inquiry. "he's just another student," Joong replied dismissively. "Nothing more." . . .
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Meanwhile, across the bar, Joong's other friends were engrossed in a conversation filled with malicious intent regarding their plans for the upcoming party. "We should make it grand," zach one of them suggested eagerly. "Invite the freshmen, and let the games begin." . . . "Yeah, we'll have our pick of the newcomers," Marcus added with a sinister chuckle. "We'll show them who's in charge here."
As they continued plotting, Steve's concern for Joong's behavior persisted. "I've known you for a long time," Steve said, his tone serious. "But this particular reaction around that boy seems different. Are you sure there's nothing there?"
Joong maintained his facade of indifference, taking a sip of his drink and looking away. "There's nothing there," he reiterated, his voice firm. But a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes, betraying a hint of conflict that Steve couldn't help but notice. . . . . . . . . . . . . . The young Joong had been through a harrowing experience at the age of ten. He was kidnapped, held captive, and managed to escape after relentless efforts. Lost in a forest and on the brink of despair, he encountered an unexpected ray of hope - a boy who appeared before him with a loaf of bread, offering him both sustenance and guidance.
This boy, whose face he couldn't clearly recall, offered him a helping hand to navigate his way out of the forest. His act of kindness and assistance made a lasting impact on the young Joong, who never got the chance to even ask for his name. The only thing that remained etched in his memory was the intensity of her eyes.
As he neared the edge of the forest, about to escape, he turned back to express his gratitude to the boy, but he had vanished. Instead, he found his father, who had been tirelessly searching for him. Shortly after reuniting with his family, Joong discovered that the forest had caught fire, leaving him with a sense of mystery and gratitude toward the mystery boy who had appeared in his time of need and vanished just as abruptly.
