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C. J.

    Choi Jisoo is a normal person. Graduated out of university with a degree in music production and is working in a cafe part time and a music company full-time. Now working on paying her apartment bills this month in the weekdays and burying herself in fiction books in the library or spending time with friends and family on the weekends.
    That would be the case if she was normal. But, it wouldn't be a good story would it?
    Unlike any other person living in Seoul, she was the only one can see a red string. The Red String.

    A brunette tapped her manicured nails on the hardwood table. Her pretty face was pulled taut with a scowl, diffusing any small talk with the waiters that serve the woman. That was until a wave of hot, black coffee came crashing down on her clothes, effectively enraging the female customer who promptly leaves after spending a couple of minutes screaming at the poor waitress who was now silent and frozen after apologising to the woman.

    The waitress sighs quietly as she retreats back to get the cleaning tools and started to clean the floor stained with the spilt coffee.

    “Oh come on Jisoo-ah, it's not the end of the world, it's just a customer.” A large hand clamp over Jisoo's shoulder,she  turns to see her boss, Mr. Lee with his trademark grin.

    “I know that, but even after a year, it still doesn't get easier to shrug off.” The ravenette shrug off the hand on her shoulder and walk back to serving the rest of the customers.

    Mr. Lee can only sigh as he himself go back to his office and continued wrangling the paperwork.

    Later the same night, it's past midnight and customers are now little to none. Mr. Lee went about half and hour, saying that he had to go and tend to his kids at home. Jisoo knows that he doesn't have children at home, his ex-wife has full custody of them. She didn't say anything, she knew that she's not in the right authority of it.

    She looks down on her right pinkie. For sometime now, the string was becoming tighter and tighter she thought that it would slice her finger right off.

    But it doesn't. And never will. She knew that.

    She blocks the world with her earphones and music. It started raining a couple of minutes ago, and with it combined with her thick sweater, turned her drowsy. Customers were going away now, a man in a business suit braved the rain with his leather case, a couple of drunk teens hailed a taxi home, and a petite woman took out her umbrella and they all left. Leaving Jisoo all alone in the shop. Sleep was slowly creeping up her when suddenly-

    BANG!

    The door slammed open, startling her out of her drowsiness and her chair.

    There was a figure standing at the entrance. It has wide shoulders, and was wearing a dark blue cloak that obscured its body from the head to its knees completely. If Jisoo knew anything about martial arts (which she didn't), she's as good as gone.

    The figure started to slowly walk to her, like a predator stalking its prey. The lights made its features easier to see it was at least a head taller than her, and the figure had its hood down, hiding its face, and looks suspiciously like a male.

    “Are you Choi Jisoo, daughter of Choi Kwansoo?” a voice resonated out of the figure. His voice wasn't deep or high, it was in the middle, but there was an underlying softness in it.

    Jisoo nods, “Yes… I'm her. W-What do you want? Money? All of the money is in the back, my boss has the keycode, i don't know it, but please don't hurt me. I have a cat at home and I don't want to leave her please-”

    The figure wrapped his arms around her shoulders, effectively shutting her up with shock. There's a man hugging her oh god a guy was hugging her and he knows my name and he knows my dad's name he knows-

    “You have no idea how long it took for me to find you, flower.” the figure said in relief. The figure pulled away and pulled down his hood and reveal his face that was hidden before. Ocean eyes pierce into chocolate ones with wonder. It really is a he. She can see dark brown almost black hair, he doesn't look foreign, but he doesn't look like he was born in Korea too.

    “Do… Do I know you?” I feel like I should know you. Who are you? The smile on the taller one falters.

    “You don't- you don't remember me? B-but we've known each other for a decade!” he grips her shoulders, shaking her slightly. She calmly remove his hands from her shoulders and said, “I had an accident seven years ago, I can't remember anything before that. I'm sorry.”

    Jisoo looked down at his hands for his string. Her eyes went wide.

    It was connected to her.

    “Hey babe?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Would you forget me even if we  won't see each other after this?”

    “Will you?”

    “No.”

    “Then you have nothing to worry about. I would always remember you.”