Red String (Series #1) \\ Ateez ✔

forevermore and beyond

The old man had captured every detail, from the gentle curve of their intertwined fingers to the subtle tilt of their heads as they leaned towards each other. It was as if time had stood still in that moment, freezing them in time.

Oh, how she wishes for it to stay that way forever.

Just like how the paintings of them will never separate them and remain as it is. Would it ever be this way forever?

Tears welled in her eyes as she realized just how much these paintings meant to her. They were more than just art — they were a reflection of something even more profound.

With a soft smile gracing her lips, Jangmi reached out to touch the paintings, tracing the outlines of their faces.

At this moment, surrounded by Seonghwa's art, she felt a sense of peace wash over her, a reassurance that no matter what challenges lay ahead, what she and Seonghwa have will always be a story remembered.

But then her gaze flickered at a folded piece of paper on the easel, slowly she took it in her palms and opened it.

'Forevermore and Beyond' A poem written for Mimi.

She grins as she reads the first words. "Oh Seonghwa what did love do to you?" Jangmi scoffed amusingly. "You've actually turned into a poet."

There, she begins reading the rest.

On an autumn morning when I stumbled upon a girl. A day when I entrusted my soul, heart, and faith to a divine. A journey I embarked on in just a matter of time.

She is my forever most glorious, like the rose in her name. She is just luminous and bright, one that makes me a fright. Her beauty is insane, insane as in astonishing, gorgeous like ravishing. And when she appeared it was like time had disappeared.

In the hushed embrace of dawn's gentle light, As the world stirs with the promise of a new day's flight, I find myself ensnared in her gaze so bright, lost in the beauty of her soul within every night.

She is the rose who shook my soul and brought me to the truest love and the purest one. Although these words I wrote could never suffice how much she meant to me. Because in her, I have found the genuine definition of peace, of love, of life in her, my moon.

She's the home to all seasons of my wandering soul. She's the echo, to those callings of mine, that I yearned to hear. She's the poem my eyes longed to read. The piano piece that I desire to listen to. She is everything that I could ever wish for.

My rose, my moon, my love, my ultimate muse. I love you to the farthest parts of the galaxy that no philosopher discovered, I love you till the sun turns white and the stars erupt. And even if time awaits us, I'm sure that I will love you still, even for a few more lifetimes.

May what we have last for eternity, and never ephemeral.

Love, Mars.

As Jangmi read the heartfelt words penned on the paper, her heart swelled with emotion. Each line, each sentiment expressed by Seonghwa touched her soul in ways she never thought possible.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she traced her fingers over the inked lines, feeling the weight of his feelings etched into the paper.

At that moment, she felt a profound sense of gratitude and awe for the man who had captured her heart so completely. She couldn't help but smile through her tears.

With a shaky breath, she whispered, "Seonghwa..." Unable to find the right words to express her feelings, she simply folded the paper close to her heart, cherishing the precious poem.

Jangmi kept it close as she walked inside again, to the piano, the portraits, the plants and the constellations dangling on the roof. Her steps brought her closer to the large canvas, one that Seonghwa specifically told her to take the white cloth off the next day.

Which was today.

The fresh scent of paint filled the air and Jangmi assumed he just finished it early this morning. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to grasp the edge of the white cloth draped over the canvas.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she began to pull it away, revealing the masterpiece hidden beneath.

White Roses. The first thing that came into her mind. Unable to resist, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the canvas.

She traced the outline of each petal, feeling the texture of the paint beneath her fingertips. It was as if she could almost feel the softness of the flower against her skin. But as her touch lingered on the painting, her eyes fell upon the engraved words on the frame beneath the portrait.

The letters seemed to blur and dance before her, a jumble of shapes and curves that sent a shiver down her spine. With bated breath, Jangmi leaned closer, her heart pounding in her chest. And then as the words came into focus, her breath caught in her throat.

'And when this life ends, it represents anew. I have no doubt that this red string of fate would lead me again to you'

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As Red String is inching its end soon, I would like to say thank you to the people who stayed
until here. I wrote this book when I was twelve
and I apologize for any mishaps, I'll be working
on it:)

Also a big thanks to baby__kookie who
unknowingly became my muse just like how Seonghwa consider Jangmi as one, without you, Red String is as good as being abandoned for life. Thank you so much^^

With love, mary.

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