Red Strings

An old Asian folklore states that lovers who are destined to meet have a red string tied around their pinky. The red color symbolizes love, a sweet, romantic love. While the string represents their bond, their fate being attached to one another.

Kim Kibum had never believed in legends, they were lies adults used to keep children in line, he always said. He believed that the red strings were misinterpreted. Red - he believes it isn't the color of love, but rather the color of blood. Strings - strings broke easily, and that's all he ever thought of them. They were tied to objects, hoping to keep it intact, but eventually, the string would fall off. Strings get tangled easily, and they are easy to cut. If strings represented bonds, then wouldn't those bonds be easily broken and wouldn't the strings get tangled? But what if the strings were too tight, so tight it can no longer be untangled without having to cut it apart? Well, they say what goes around, comes around. And they are right - no Kibum was right. He was always on the mark, he hit bull's eyes from day one. No matter, he was correct, now what can he do about his prediction? It's a lot easier to say, then do.

A/N I really like the idea for this. But of course, this has to be a chaptered story for it to be awesome. I have so many plot bunnies, but I can't pay attention to them all at once. Damn.

But I digress. (I've been using this term a lot lately. When have I ever been on one main point and stayed there long enough for it to matter?)

I forgot about this little shop (?) and I'll be updating some more quotes tomorrow. I'll say bye-bye now.