Color Code:

Bright Red= love for a significant other (it shines when they officially get together in some way whether it be dating or marriage)

Dark Red= love between children and parents

Pink= love shared by siblings

Blue= Friendship (pinkies=superficial; wrist=meaningful; heart's= deepest level of friendship)

Dark Blue= Platonic soulmate

Purple= distaste (side=slight; shoulder=avoid as much as possible; heart=hate)

Yellow= Respect that is earned for going above and beyond what one expected from you

White= unknown

Green= unknown (but is related to intelligence in some way)

Orange= unknown

Gray= a relationship that is broken beyond repair

Black= dying

Black Bow= The person who would have been on the other end is dead

Salmon: love between relatives (grandparents and grandchildren or aunt/uncles to nieces/nephews)

Texture Code:

Hot: extreme anger

Cold: Sadness

Monday rolled around and Jimin didn’t feel like going to school. He wanted to go back to Busan. He wanted to stay there until his grandmother was hopefully better. But Jimin knew his mother wouldn’t allow it. He also knew if his grandmother did get better, she would be disappointed in him for missing school. So he pushed his thoughts on her aside and got ready for school.

Breakfast that day was less joyful, Jihyun barely talked, and his mother was busy doing research so she didn’t join them for breakfast. After eating, the two brothers kissed their mother goodbye and walked out the door. Jungkook was at the gate waiting for them. He waved to them with a smile, but the smile faded a bit when he noticed their gloomy expressions.

“Morning Jungkook,” Jihyun said faking a smile and Jimin did the same.

“Morning….how is your grandma?” Jungkook asked cautiously as the three began walking to school.

“She hasn’t gotten better but at least she isn't worse,” Jimin replied looking at his string and satisfied not to see any black. With the distance between him and his grandmother, if he was seeing any black on his string it would mean things had taken a turn for the worst. After all, it was only halfway when he had been next to her, so if he could see black all the way here in Seoul, that was really bad.

“How would you know that hyung? We’re not there anymore. We’ll be that last to know if she did get worse.” Jihyun said bitterly and walked faster because he was growing frustrated and no longer wanted to talk to them. Jimin sighed but didn’t walk faster knowing it was better to let Jihyun deal with his thoughts alone for a little bit. Jihyun would come to him when he was ready. Still, Jimin rubbed at his little brother’s string hoping to soothe him even the slightes