STRINGS | Vmin

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~  Soulmates ~

Jimin's P.O.V

"At a certain point of your life, you will see the red string of fate..."

Those were words that I still remembered before my grandmother past away. I always believed in that fate, call me childish all you want, but hearing the same story from my grandmother on how she met my grandfather when I was younger, always gave me that hope that I'll be able to find someone who I can trust and love. Sure I've been on a few dates, but none of them gave me that certain feeling my grandmother described. She said it felt like there were fireworks and how she felt her heart beating along with his heart, alone. It's such a sweet story, that I can't help but giggle every time I remember it.

"Mr Park!"

I came back to reality, realizing I was still in this hell called, school.

"I've been calling you so many times now, only to see you giggling." The teacher was giving such an annoyed look. "May I know what's so funny?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim." I apologized.

He gave a sigh and continued the lecture anyways. Mr. Kim Namjoon, my English lecturer, is another example of someone who found his soulmate. Mr. Kim found his soulmate when it was raining and someone shared an umbrella with him, that person was Kim Seokjin, our dorm adviser. Which was such a cute story, that every girl in our class fangirled and gave the ship name Namjin.

Class finally ended with everyone passing by Mr. Kim saying their byes. I was about to leave the classroom but was stopped by him.

"Mr. Park." He said with his strict tone.

"Yes Mr. Kim?" I turned to his direction.

"Sorry for calling you out like that, but you seriously need to pay attention in class." He said.

I have a smile, "Sorry about that hyung, I was just remembering something that's all." I said.

Mr. Kim walked towards and smacked me lightly with the rolled paper in his hand, "Ouch." I faked.

"I told you to call me Mr. Kim in school, Jimin." He shook his head.

"Sorry 'Mr. Kim'." I mocked.

"Aish, this kid." Namjoon sighed, "But what were you so deep in thought about?"

"About what my grandmother said." I answered.

"The red string story?" He asked, I gave nod.

Namjoon hyung gave a small smile, "Jimin don't worry about it to much okay? You'll find yours soon." He assured me.

"I know, I know. But I'm just nervous you know? Like, what if that person doesn't like me back? Or, what if-" I was about to list my worries but was cut of by Namjoon hyung.

"Don't worry about it, seriously, just late fate guide you." He said.

"Okay fine!" I said, "Well, I'm gonna get going now. Bye hyung." I waved and walked out of the classroom.

Thankfully, Namjoon hyung's lesson was the last lesson for today, so I can just go back to the dorms. If you're wondering why I'm acting so chummy with Namjoon hyung, that's because I helped him and Jin hyung get together. The whole story was very funny, Seokjin hyung was my neighbor before I moved into the dorms. He came back all wet, and I was just on my way home as well. I asked what happened to him and he blushed so red telling me he saw his string connected to someone after sharing his umbrella and running away. I remember laughing at him and told him that I'll help, he accepted it saying he will return the favor by allowing me to stay in the dorm when I start university-