Blue Envy

Bound By String

"They say people are born with a red string they can't see, tied to their pinky fingers, and the end is tied to the one your fated to be with."

"But the thread is twisted this way and that, making it hard to find the other end"
- Yoon Jae

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It's been 3 years since Karamatsu disappeared, the remaining five brothers already stopped fussing over it and just accepted it as it is. Karamatsu was just gone.

Everyone accepted it except for Ichimatsu of course.

Ichimatsu knew Karamatsu hadn't died, or disconnected entirely, he just had a gut feeling, the only feeling keeping him from breaking from the loss of his punching-bag-of-a-brother, Kara.
Ichimatsu sighed while staring at the ceiling, why can't he just move on like the others?
"God damnit.." He mumbled to himself, he was left alone in the house once again. Jyushimatsu was off playing baseball, Totty was off with some girls, Osomatsu was at pachinko and Choromatsu was off trying to scavenge for more idol merchandise.
'I wonder what Karamatsu is doing..'
He pondered, he sat up and scratched his messy hair.
Deciding to go out like the others, he put on one of the few different shirts he had, a purple button up with black jeans, maybe he might be able to imitate Karamatsu a little bit by doing this, maybe it will help him cope a little more!
He took a deep breath and slid open the door, slipping on his purple sandals and decided to go south first.

He puffed out his chest to try and match what Karamatsu used to do, he straightened his posture and smoothed down his hair a bit more, 'I miss you nii-san.." Ichimatsu shook his head as if he were shaking off the bad thoughts.

Just then he felt a burning tingle at his pinky finger, why was his heart beating really fast?!
He felt an invisible force drag him South-East.
His heart throbbed and bounced against his chest as he continued walking in the direction he was appointed to, why did he get such a strong need to follow this path?
His pinky started to feel like he was rubbing it against a rug for three years, it burned and Ichimatsu didn't know why, 'maybe I should go visit Dekapan...'
Ichimatsu was too caught up in his thoughts to realize he had collided his head into something, or rather, someone.
"Agh! Oh god.. Sorry.." He said, rubbing his now tender forehead, he heard a grunt of pain from the other person and slowly opened his eyes from the wince, and his heart skipped a beat.
And suddenly, the string wasn't so constricting.