hello!!
To be quite honest the updates on this really depends on how many ideas I think of/requests but I will be trying to make more!
I'm currently revising old chapters but I'm still working on plenty of new ones!!
I hope you enjoy reading ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱...
Genre : fluff Word count : 3,369 Synopsis : Minho is straight and doesn't believe in the red string attached to his finger.
Quick note : the ending is a bit rushed ! Chan plays volleyball in this and it's red string au :) — the title would be "The Only Exception" and it was based off of the song by Paramore — I didn't have time to edit it !!
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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Minho's family had problems – His parents had gotten divorced when he was only 6, due to the fact that his father's red string was attached to someone new. His mother always talked trash about his dad, who had never done anything bad to either of them, which gave him the idea that 'red strings' are fake devices the government set up. He didn't understand, having a barely-formed knot around his pinky at the time, but took her side nonetheless.
He knew it was serious when his father cried when the court gave his mother full custody. But all he could do was sit in his seat by his amma, tightly holding onto her blouse as he sniffled away his big thoughts. Having such large thoughts at such a young age was a bad mix.
So, he had a horrible idea of love and the red string idea. Sure, he knew family love, like the long hugs and soft forehead kisses from amma and his mother, but not the kind that had created him. It left him distraught throughout school, because why did they celebrate Valentines and White Day if love was a taboo? And why did he have to make family drawings if his dad was starting a new family with his new red-string? It all made his small head hurt.
He spent 18 believing that, even though all his friends had found their red-string to call them 'nae sarang'. He started to think that maybe it was just him, that he had not-believed it for so long that he had gotten rid of it. But that seemed impossible with the way the small red knot had turned into a 30-inch piece of string.
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Minho had been forced by his friend Changbin to show up at the school fundraiser. It was for the volleyball team, which was surprising as how little highschool teams there were in the area. Changbin had begged him, as his friend from overseas was coming back to play for their school's volleyball team. He had said he wanted the two to meet.
Minho wasn't at all stoked to be there, dressed in the blue and orange merchandise from the schools online website. He didn't want to be counting bills for the many girls crushing over volleyball boys, but the ice box with Milkita ice creams kept a smile on his face.
"Minho hyung, minho hyung!! He's here!" Minho lifted his head from the ice box, his hand slowly moving out of the freezer. He imagined a regular-looking 18 year old, maybe a bit of muscle here and there from the volleyball, but he never expected what he saw.
The man was standing behind Changbin, a few inches taller than him, wearing a black compression shirt with team-colored shorts on. To say he was eye-catching seemed too little – Minho had never liked anyone, let alone someone of the same gender, and he felt his hand twitch a bit. He stood up, reaching his non-twitchy hand out.
