"Red String of Fate" -Bora
Iâll generate a number from 1-77 to see what is in our museâs destinies then Iâll write some drabble based on the number generated.
15:Â Our muses are destined to be eternal acquaintances. Awkward hellos, vague sense of trust, but nothing deep and never more than small talk.
No matter how many times Bora bumped into Sehun, he was always awkward, and in turn she felt awkward. Shrinking away from the woman he would give her short sentences, always so quick and to the point. What interested him? What made him tick? Maybe if she got him to talk about something he liked, he would open up more.
He seemed nice, but he was just so shy that is made it hard to even speak to him.
And here they were again, having bumped into one another on the street. Seoul was massive; how was it that Bora kept running into the male?
"Sehun, do you not like me?"
That was the only thing she could come up with after having met him on her sisterâs campus.
"N-No, I think y-youâre niceâŠ"
Truthfully, Sehun did not know much about the woman, so he couldnât give a proper judgment about her. But, she seemed nice, or so he thought. There was something about her that made him feel inferior, and he couldnât put his finger on it. However, he felt that way concerning practically everyone, so the feeling wasnât entirely new. It was just, in this case, intensified.
He seemed unsure of his answer, but Bora let it pass. It didnât matter much. âWell, it was nice seeing you again.â Smiling politely, the woman waved to him and walked over to the side away from the boy.
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