IV

“…She’s the one.” 

Hana stiffened and turned, meeting eyes with a handsome man. Behind her, the soon-to-be-bride Gyuri followed her gaze and smiled.

“Oh! That’s Hyunseung, and his friend, Junhyung,” the young woman said brightly. “Let me introduce you two!”

As Hana glared at the Junhyung person, she saw a familiar crimson thread tied to his finger, draped delicately on the floor. Her eyes traced the path – knotted, knotted, twisted, knotted – until it reached the other end, tied securely on her own finger.

“Oh, no.”