Where Soobin, who is a junior high school student, figures out that one of his classmate is the mysterious killer that always comes up in the news for the reason of certain murder cases.
Soobin was a pure and innocent person, even if he's already a...
I wake up, and found myself floating amidst the void. There was a weird magical portal in front of me that led into an amusement park. Glamorously, a peach color painted the ether with the white fluffy clouds designing it. Based on the sky, it was probably the hour within the sun setting.
Flinching after I saw a boy that fastly ran by, I realized there was a red string wrapped around my pinky finger that seemed to be attached to that boy. It was now sparkling and flickering. Out of curiosity and interest, I followed.
Even if everything felt like a dream, the sensation of the cold air and the warm radiation of the sunset felt utterly vivid.
I trailed the red string on the path, it was flickering more rapidly and glowing brighter each step I took. I've already saw this in fantasy movies and fictional narrative short stories.
Simply, others would have called it a normal thread that eventually tangle and break but personally - I call it..
Theredstringoffate.
A weird but poetic appellation. I'm not delusional if that's what you'll call me, but I just like reading comics and books that are fictional.
I just realized I'm smaller comparing my height in reality. Sadly an inch but I didn't mind, it's just noticeable. Probably nothing to bother and complain about.
Because of how concentrated I was with the red string, I accidentally hit my head on the back of the person in front of me.
My eyes travel up to the person I accidentally bumped into, and it had the same color of Yeonjun's hair.
Pink. Once I see that color in my sight, I immediately think of Yeonjun. . because of his hair obviously.
When the boy turned back, I was met with the gorgeous face of the man I saw from the last moment my body was awake.
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"Choi.. Yeonjun?" I mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling light headed. My body was light, and my knees felt weak. I stumble backwards clumsily, blurting out something inaudible.
Yeonjun managed to wrap his hands around my waist. "Don't fall," he spoke with a calm and soothing voice.
Everything felt real, yet I knew it was a dream. I didn't want to move a single inch, because I realized I'm experiencing the same dream again.
