In Chinese folklore there is what's known as The Red String of Fate, a red string connecting two souls fated for love. Jake however cut his string at eight years old, thinking it was only a burden and not a blessing. He felt hopeless...that is until...
Sim Jake was only eight years old when he made a decision that he would heavily regret. He, along with everyone else had a red string tied around their pinky fingers, it was said that it connected you to your soulmate. Of course, these strings were old legends and Jake didn't believe a word anyone said. One night he was fed up with it all. He took a pair of scissors and cut the string.
That night Jake had realized his mistake. His string faded from existence as a burning feeling struck his heart, it felt like a piece of him was missing...
Present time (Jake is now 17)
Jake sat feeling like his room was spinning, his vision was blurry and dizzy. He heard his friends mentioned something about him not having a string, but Jake was too out of it to understand half of what was said. They nudged him and Jake tilted his head in confusion. what do they want? he thought to himself.
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His friend muttered a sentence and all jake could hear was "-----bet------soulmate-----died---haha." Jake became a little more aware and his anger got the best of him. He punched his friend in the face and began to pin him down and fuck up his face even more. The other friend sat stunned and too high to do anything but yell and try to push Jake. Tears fell down Jake's face, the weight of losing his soulmate had stayed buried deep down for nine years.
The door to Jakes bedroom flew open and Jake was dragged from the poor boy whose eyes were too swollen to see. A searing pain echoed across Jakes face as his father slapped him. He fell to the ground in fear holding his cheek and scooted away from his father trembling. The other boys ran away while they had the chance.
Jake was lifted up by his shirt and his father threw books and objects off of Jake's dresser and shelves at his son. "Please stop!" Jake begged in fear of his life. He was punched, slapped, whipped, kicked, and thrown around before he was able to run out of the house and drive away.
His mind was racing, he had nowhere to go...and no one to call. He drove to a park near the downtown area. He pulled his hood up over his head to keep his beaten face hidden. He was walking around without any thought of what he was going to do...his drug was fading and the reality slowly crept in. He looked up at a street vendor and his stomach growled at the sight of food.
He checked his pockets for money and pulled out a dollar and ten cents, he glanced up at the menu knowing he doesn't have enough for anything. Someone then bumps into him making him drop his money.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention!" the person said picking up the money. Jake snags it out of their hand. "I-I'll fucking kill you...Don't touch my shit," Jake said balling his hands up into a fist and yet he was still trembling. "I'm sorry I was just- A-are you okay? Your covered in blood!" they stammered. "Why do you care? I could be a murderer for all you know!" Jake fumed. "Please if you're injured let me help you!" "Piss off! I don't need your help!" Jake felt something drip from his nose, sure enough it was blood. His hands were trembling immensely, and Jake's vision began to darken. He fell to the ground unconscious.
He opened his eyes and quickly noticed someone tending to the wounds on his body. Jake quickly pulled the blanket over his bare chest. The man looked up, but it was not the one from before. "What are you doing you pervert IM A MINOR!" Jake shouted gripping the blanket tightly. The man sighed "I'm glad you're awake, you seemed to be in pretty bad shape when Sunghoon brought you in."
"Who's Sunghoon? Where am I? Who are you? What are you trying to do to me?" Jake was hesitant. "Park Sunghoon is my friend, he brought you here. This is his room, and I'm Lee Heeseung," the man answered. "You didn't answer what you're doing to me rn," Jake fiddled with the blanket.
