Broken Strings {YoonMin Oneshot}

Broken Strings

I've always been able to see it. The little string that some think doesn't exist, but it's real. It's always been real. The little string I'm talking about is the Red String of Fate. It binds soulmates together across time and space. I never saw mine, so I always thought I'd be destined to live a life of solitude. That was before he happened. You see, sometimes I can't see the strings right away.

It was three years ago, back in 2013. It seems like forever ago, but it really wasn't. I was in a boy band called Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS for short. There were seven of us. It was the day before our debut when I saw it.

The little red string wrapped neatly around my finger.

I lifted the water bottle to my lips, exhausted from the day's dance practice. It was when I put my bottle down that I noticed the string. I dared to follow it, and where (more like who) it ended at surprised me. It was tied daintily to Park Jimin's ring finger, on the opposite hand mine was tied to. He then noticed my staring and bounded up to me, "Yoongi-hyung! What's up?" I put on a 'cool' expression, trying to contain my excitement, "Nothing. I'm just thinking."

I wish everything was back to normal, how innocent we were back then. What happened can never be forgotten.

Fast forward to about six months later, I had finally told him everything. To my surprise, he believed it. Not two weeks later, he asked me if I wanted to go out with him. The answer was an obvious yes.

"...and that's it. Do you?" I could barely contain my face-splitting grin. I moved to embrace him in a hug, "I would love to go out with you, Jimin." He grinned nervously at first, but it quickly turned into a confident one, "Well then, do you want to go out for dinner?" he asked. I smiled wider, if that was possible. I nodded.

It's not fair, y'know? It really isn't. The world, I mean. If Namjoon and Jin can live happily, why can't Jimin and I, too? But it's too late for that. We'd be happily dating for coming on five months, so we went out for dinner to celebrate.

I wish we hadn't

"Heh, that was fun, wasn't it?" Jimin smiled, "Yeah, it was. Do you want to get some ice-cream? I think there's one shop open this late." I smiled, entwining our hands together, "Sure, lead the way."

I smiled at the memory, then it quickly turned into a frown, a few stray tears running down my cheeks. It was dark, few people were out, but life still finds a way to spit on me.

Jimin led me across the street, using the crosswalk appropriately. I was so lost in happy thoughts and memories, I didn't hear the car. "...gi, watch out! YOONGI, MOVE!" Jimin was shouting at me, but my brain was too slow to process it. I felt a shove, heard tires screeching away, and an ambulance in the background. My whole body went numb, but I came to my senses quickly. A strangled sound somewhere between a shout and a sob forced its way out my throat, quickly followed by tears. I ran to Jimin's side, frantically shaking him and shouting his name, but it was too late. He was already gone. A blanket was thrown over my shoulders, and I was led away, only looking back in horror once.

He had saved my life.

In all my years of being able to see the Fate String, never once had I seen it break. It stretched, grown thin, frayed, but never broken.

I guess I just had to be the first.