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Yoosung, MC, and Seven sat together, milkshakes and ice cream at the table between them. Yoosung took another spoonful of ice cream and accidentally glanced at the bright red string lying peacefully on the table. He tried so hard to cut it off to no use. No one could physically cut something abstract, so he was stuck with something that was there forever, having to pretend that it wasn’t there.
He looked up and saw MC talking to Seven her expressions giving out that she had the absolute fun at the carnival she attended.
“And then the ferris wheel went super fast,” she told, “I screamed so loud because I thought I was gonna fall off!”
Seven chuckled, “Better be safe, babe.”
Yoosung nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixated on MC.
I see you so perfectly next to him, basking in the glow of being in love.
MC blushed at that, “You wanna go on a ride with me some time then? So you’d protect me?”
“Anytime! I’m am the Defender,” Seven responded
“Of justice,” MC quipped
“And love.” Seven wiggled his eyebrows
MC laughed, eyes closing, “That was so cheesy!”
I see you smiling in his direction, completely content with the happiness that he gave you.
“So, Yoosung, wanna come with us?” She turned to Yoosung who was suddenly snapped out of his stupor
“I guess…? But I don’t wanna third wheel,” Yoosung replied
“Ooh! You could go on a date with my maid!” Seven exclaimed
“Or, or, you could go on a date with someone from the RFA!” MC added, “So many possibilities!”
I see you being so much like him that I see him in you; and it hurts so much.
One night, Zen had called Yoosung over to his house, saying something about MC crying to no end. Yoosung didn’t finish what Zen had to say, he dashed off to the older man’s house and was there in no time.
He sat down next to MC, patting her back, “MC, what’s wrong?”
“I-It’s Seven,” MC replied
“Did he hurt you?” Yoosung asked, “Wait that wouldn’t happen.”
“He’s off on a trip and I’m so worried,” she stated, “I want him to quit his job because it’s so dangerous, I-, I even saw him bringing his gun. What if, what if he gets shot? Or worse?”
“Don’t worry, MC, he’ll come back,” Yoosung stated, “He always does.”
“What if, what if when we get married, he’ll still have his job?” MC asked, “I can’t lose Seven.”
“No you won’t, MC,” Yoosung whispered, pulling her in for a friendly hug, “No you won’t.”
I see you and your tears that he couldn’t when you worry for him and your future together.
But then one day, one day everything came tumbling down.
For Yoosung.
He didn’t know if he should be happy or not, didn’t know how to show that he was happy because of all the pain that was happening.
Everything was so perfect and so happy. But it wasn’t.
I see you so perfectly, on your way to him to the altar, basking in the glow of feeling and receiving love.
Yoosung could feel tears flooding his eyes but he blinked rapidly, looking up to stop them from falling. Zen patted his arm as some sprt of comfort and it did enough to make him endure at least another ten minutes.
I see you smiling in his direction, a few tears at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the happiness he would give you for eternity.
“Maybe it was wrong,” Zen whispered to him, “I get psychic dreams, you get to see the red strings. I think that was the wrong things that was given to us.”
I see you being so much like him and I see him in you and I think that I was wrong for thinking that you two aren’t destined.
“Yeah,” Yoosung whispered, “It’s wrong. I shouldn’t have the ability to see these. It’s difficult to do so.”
I see you and your tears that you were shedding because of the fact that you never have to worry about your future together.
“I can’t believe your best friend is getting married and yet… yet here you are, feeling this,” Zen responded, “Wanna go for drinks after?”
Yoosung nodded, a small chuckle coming from him, “Just keep my phone away from me, ‘kay? I don’t wanna drunk call anyone.”
And I am so miserable sitting down, watching you two share your vows in front of me.
Yet… I see the stupid red string that tugs at our pinkies with every movement. You couldn’t see it but I could and it hurt so much because of that.
•••
The reception had ended and she and Seven was off to the car to their hotel to finally go to sleep after a long tiring day.
The wedding and reception was successful and she couldn’t have been happier.
Well…
She saw Yoosung at the corner of her sight, talking to Zen at a table.
I see you, Yoosung. I see the string. But in this universe, someone needs me more than you do.
Seven grabbed her hand and squeezes it lightly, “Ready to go?”
MC smiled at him and nodded, “Yeah.”
You be yourself, you can go forth and be happy on your own and I want to make you happy but I can’t.
MC looked down at the red string going all the way to where Yoosung was.
I see the string that binds us together for eternity.
I see the string that holds our hearts connected.
I see them and I see you.
She took one last longing glance at the blond then turned around, following Seven to the car.
I see you and I will keep seeing you.
But I have to look like I don’t.