Behind Flashing Lights | vsoo

Red String Theory

The gallery lights of Frieze Seoul shimmered over sleek sculptures, abstract paintings, and whispers of art enthusiasts. Jisoo moved gracefully between the exhibits, elegant in her black ensemble, but her mind wasn't exactly on the art.

It had been six years. Six years since their first public interaction in 2017. When they were emcees. She remembered it vividly.

She was wearing black, poised and professional, carrying herself like she owned every moment. He had been in white, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, teasing the audience and somehow stealing all the attention effortlessly. Their hands had brushed once while exchanging the microphone. One brief touch, one heartbeat—she felt it. An inexplicable tug, like an invisible thread wrapping around her soul.

And now, here they were again.

Across the gallery, seated perfectly opposite her, was Taehyung in white. He adjusted his cuff, leaning slightly forward, and their eyes met.

The world fell away. The hum of conversation, the soft music, even the flashes of photographers outside the gallery—nothing mattered except that single, perfect connection.

Jisoo's breath hitched. Six years had passed, but something about the way he looked confident, calm, yet effortlessly alive. It felt achingly familiar. It was as if time had bent itself to bring them here, like the universe was smiling through invisible threads.

He noticed her gaze, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Black again." He murmured, his words were soft.

Her laugh was effortless, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. "And you're still in white. I guess some things never change."

Taehyung leaned back, studying her as though memorizing every detail of her face, every sparkle in her eye.

"You know," He said quietly, "I think the universe really does have a sense of humor. Or maybe it knows exactly what it's doing."

Her heart fluttered. "You mean the red string theory?"

He chuckled softly, eyes glinting. "I think it's more than theory now. Look at us. Same colors, same positions, six years apart. It's not a coincidence."

Jisoo's fingers fidgeted with the strap of her bag. "And you won't run away this time?"

"I'm not going anywhere," He said firmly. "Not now. Not ever. My feelings back then? It didn't go away. It's always been here, tying me to you."

Her chest ached at the intensity of his words. She could almost see it—the invisible red string stretched across time and space, connecting them. She remembered that brief brush of hands in 2017, the electricity, the inexplicable pull—and now it was undeniable. They were drawn together, soul to soul.

For the next hour, they sat there across from each other, quietly talking, sharing glimpses of the past six years. Small victories, hidden struggles, moments they wished they could have shared. And through every word, every glance, the string was pulled tighter, weaving them closer in ways neither could deny.

Jisoo laughed softly at one of his stories, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, studying her face.

"Do you remember," He asked, voice almost shy, "the first time we met at the concert?"

Her eyes softened. "Of course I do. You were infuriatingly charming, and I couldn't stop thinking about how unfair it was that someone could be that alive."

He smirked, but there was tenderness there. "And I remember thinking... wherever you were, I'll find you again. Somehow."

She felt her heart squeeze. Somehow. Somehow they had always been orbiting each other, pulled by something unseen but undeniable. And now, here they were. Face to face. Thread to thread.

As the gallery dimmed for the closing, he rose and extended his hand. "Shall we?"

She placed hers in his, fingers intertwining naturally, as if they had always fit together. "Shall we." She echoed.

Walking side by side through the quiet gallery, past sculptures and paintings, past strangers and whispers, they didn't speak. Words weren't necessary. The red string that had connected them six years ago was visible, binding them with an unspoken promise.

And when they stepped outside, the city lights reflecting like a thousand tiny stars, Taehyung glanced at her.

"Isn't it just so pretty to think," He stared at her eyes like it was his whole universe. "All along there was some invisible string... tying you to me."

Some connections are eternal. Some strings are always red. And some soulmates... always find their way back.

A/N
Like can we talk about how cute it was 😭 their first interaction as MCs, both were wearing white and black. And then 6 years later, they were still wearing white and black across each other. The universe really did know what it was doing. Forever soft for this coincidence<3