Red String - Minsung [✓]

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Jisung's POV:

"Huh? It's my old string again. I miss this old thing."

I walk to the cemetery, once again.  Her, Kan So-Young, the dead girl's ghost standing in front of me.

"Hey, I noticed you've moved schools." She said.

"Yeah, I've been. I'm just too weak." I spoke to the girl.

"So, Soyoung, did you received news about anything or just anything?'" I asked the girl.

"Sadly no, but hey, cheer up, I think you'll find your red string again."She said trying to comfort me.

" I know, just its been 6 years since I've found your dead body right at the crash," I said.

"I'm sorry." She spoke.

"I told you, stop saying sorry!" I was a little irritated because I hate feeling bad for her.

"Yeah, forgot." She said.

"Remember, it wasn't your fault you got pushed into the street getting hit by a truck, not making it, Soyoung," I said.

"I know, it's just, I pity you," she said.

" I know you do, but please try not to," I said.

"I Know, oh god! Wake up, Ji! Your alarm is ringing!" She said.

I wake up, still tired, turning off my alarm. 

"Ugh, Soyoung, god damn you." I thought.

"Time to get up, Jisung," Mom said as she walked in my room, and yes, she DID NOT KNOCK.

"Ugh, alright, eomma," I said.

I got up, hating life once again. I changed out of pajamas, revealing my body with ugly scars, bruises, and old cuts. Some had disappeared, though. That's why I cry to Soyoung sometimes, in my sleep.

I change into my uniform, the one I hate soo much. Soyoung where are you when I needed you. 

I walked to school in the cooling, not knowing what is in store for me. As I enter through the gate, I see a lot of people gossiping, but I don't think it is about me though.

But, I overheard one of them said, "I heard there is a transfer."

"I hope he or she is my red string mate." I heard the other said.

So, they were just talking about the red string, lucky that they have one. I haven't seen mines yet since I met mines tragically. Oh well, fuck life, I need to go to class.

I being the smart ass, visited the school last weekend, so now I know my fucking way, beat that bitches.

I was walking through the hallways, but somehow, my heart started to beat, faster than usual, but I ignored it. 

The teacher settled down the fucking class, god they were louder than my mom in bed, I mean, what?

"Alright class, this is our transfer student, his name is Han Jisung." The teacher, apparently named, Mr. Tuan.

"Treat him nice, and I'm tired of all of ya'll shit," Mr. Tuan spoke.

"Jisung, sit at that empty seat next to that Aussie boy, he's kinda cute, but not as much as my boyfriend." Mr. Tuan spoke.

I went to sit down, and let me tell you, Mr.Tuan looks hot as fuck, but like he isn't my soulmate.

"Hi, I hope you get used to this class." the boy with freckles spoke.

"Yeah, thanks," I said to the boy, he looks handsome, but I saw his string, it's connected elsewhere.

Right, I can see the strings, ever since she passed away in front of me. By that I mean, Soyoung dying in front of my eyes, me crying over my now, best friend. I hate this, I see so many goddamn strings everywhere, connecting to GOD KNOWS WHERE. 

Wait, I'm dumb, to the other dumb fucks. Oh well, this school year will be interesting.

End~