"Can I ask you something?" Mark softly spoke up hesitating a bit. Seeing you slightly nod your head he slowly continued his train of thought...You chuckled to yourself thinking how cute he looked at that moment.   "Have you ever been in love?" Mark asked you all of a sudden which caught you by surprise.   *Chuckle* You let out a small laugh while thinking about it. Love, a word you hear so often, a word that has lost all its meaning because its said too easily but to you, love is something more. The only person you've ever said "I love you" to besides your family, there was only one person...   "Have you ever heard the story about the RED THREAD OF FATE?"    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Your Side:   Mark shook his head confusedly, looking at you for an explanation. You let out a small laugh yet again and smiled brightly at him before responding.   "In Chinese folklore, there's a red thread that connects two people, destined to meet one another. Bond by this invisible red thread of fate regardless of time, place or circumstances."   "SO~ Are you saying I'm BOND to you?!!" Mark teased while raising his left hand in front of the screen laughing.    "Huh?" How could that have happened? As you didn't realize it earlier but the bracelet you had made him was actually...RED.   "Hey, didn't I just say that the so called THREAD is INVISIBLE~" Thinking that it was a mere coincidence and that it really didn't mean anything or was it a sign? You quickly shook the thought away as you heard Mark's raspy voice.   "Fine fine, continue?" He rolled his eyes jokingly stating while listening diligently as you continued.    "As the story goes, walking home one night, a young boy sees an old man standing beneath the moonlight. The man explains to the boy that he is attached to his destined wife by a red thread and shows the boy the young girl who is destined to be his wife. Being young and having no interest in having a wife, the young boy picks up a rock and throws it at the girl, running away. Many years later, when the boy has grown into a young man, his parents arranged a wedding for him. On the night of his wedding, his wife waits for him in their bedroom, with the traditional veil covering her face. Raising it, the man is delighted to find that his wife is one of the great beauties of his village. However, she wears an adornment on her eyebrow. He asks her why she wears it and she responds that when she was a young girl, a boy threw a rock at her that struck her, leaving a scar on her eyebrow. She self-consciously wears the adornment to cover it up. The woman is, in fact, the same young girl connected to the man by the red thread shown to him by the old man back in his childhood, showing that they were connected by the red thread of fate."   "Are you saying you threw a rock at some random boy and now he is bond to be your husband?!" Mark jokingly teased while you shot him a glare.   "YAH!! If you didn't want to know then you should have said so!!!!" You frustratedly raised your voice, eyeing him.   "So what does this have to do with you being in love?" Mark tried his best to calm his laughter as he was curious to hear your response.   "I don't want to tell you anymore, I'm going to sleep!!" You irritably stated while getting ready to log off.   "You can't just leave me hanging? Hey there~ Come om~ Nonna~'" Mark suddenly called you Noona and started to do aegyo cutely. You felt your anger subside. The fact that you weren't even Korean and he knew that but somehow you kind of liked being called noona by him and your heart was fluttering as you never saw this side of him before. But not wanting to let him win, you put on an annoyed face and spoke up swiftly.   "STOP ACTING CUTE~ It's not gonna work~ BYE!!!" You exited the message with a small smile forming on your lips. Before logging off you quickly clicked on another message box.   You: YAH!!! The 6 of you have A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO~! >.....< and SOMEONE EXPLAIN HOW YOU ALL GOT MY USERNAME?!!   You laughed a bit, while closing that box and logging off thinking that those boys are definitely SPECIAL. What were they up to? Obviously they knew, do they know that you liked Mark? Mark's face suddenly appeared in your head and how he acted a few minutes ago showing his cute side.   "Mark, you drive me crazy! My heart won't be able to handle you. Yet I'm falling even more..." You whispered softly to yourself while shifting your position, so you could go to bed. Laying comfortably on your pillow, you thought back to what Mark had just said.   "So, he's gonna confess to her soon?" You suddenly felt tears welding up in your eyes. Why were you crying, you honestly didn't know? Well, you knew you had fallen for Mark but it was all too fast that you didn't want to admit that it was a feeling like, love?   Love, what is love? You wondered your whole life when this feeling will appear in front of you. You honestly believed in such thing, as silly as it may seem, the red thread of fate. Peering at a picture frame near the side of your bed, a soft smile appeared on your face as you lightly wiped the tears away. Love, you truly do believe it exist but you never understood why you could never say you loved anyone besides your family members,.except for one person. Was this fate?   ~Flashback~   "Mom why do I have this picture on my night stand? It's been there since forever but I never bothered to ask you." You questioned while packing your belongings to go to college in a different state. Hearing your mom laugh a bit, you looked at her confused while raising an eyebrow.   "You probably don't remember this but you were I believe, 3 at the time?" Your mom slowly grabbed the picture frame and walked towards you with a soft smile. Looking at the picture that has always been by your bedside, your mom gently placed her hand on it it lightly.    "Never have I ever seen you so happy before. When you first saw the baby, you literally ran up and said, *I LOVE YOU*! We were all shocked because you were only 3 at the time, and it was the first time you two have ever met, It was quite funny actually and cute, the way you acted. You never wanted to let go of him, hugging him tightly all day. But when we had to leave, you cried for days on in." Your mom laughed while remembering that day.   "Did I really?" You were still too young to remember such an event as you looked down at the picture of you sitting on a couch, hugging tightly to a baby in your lap.    "And til this day I don't think I've ever heard you say *I love you* to anyone except for your dad and I. I still laugh every-time I think back on it." You looked over at your Mom and started to laugh.   "Mom come on, I was 3! I probably didn't know what I was even talking about." You stated while going back to packing your things.   "You know, we used to tease you all the time, saying you knew even before we did who you'll end up with in the future~?" She joked while you playfully eyed her.   ~End of Flashback~   Honestly you weren't too sure why you wanted to tell Mark about this