The red string of fate.

Everybody had one.

Most couldn't see them.

The very few who could were called Seers.

The strings existed, but very few truly found who they were connected to. Those who found out had them cut by the Seers and knotted to the one they truly love. 

Jeon Jungkook is of these very few and he hated it. He hated the vibrant red strings that never left his sight. He saw few that went untouched and way to many that were cut and knotted unaturally, but all were pulled taut. Then he saw the painful others, the ones that were frayed and dragging, the ones left abandoned and heartbroken.

His string didn't matter until he fell in love. With two people already in love. One he was connected to, the other he was not.

 He watched as the two who he loved, loved each other. He watched as his string was cut, just to be left to drag. He watched as their's were tied together. He watched by the sidelines as they were happy. And he watched by the sidelines as one got sick.

But he could've stopped all of this, right?

He was a Seer.