It's like coloring in the lines. They draw out your path. Make things easy for you, and all you have to do is fill in the blanks. It should be simple enough, but simple is exactly what it isn't. Not when Suzy has a hard time of fitting herself between cramped spaces that don't make any sense to her.
In this world, fate is drawn on your wrist in fine print and specific orders. Fate tells her to find him, but she rebels. Instead she finds another. Another poor soul who finds the "supposed-to be"s in this world suffocating. They're no match made in heaven, obviously, but they know this. And from this is their silent acceptance that they aren't meant to be, but they will be for as long as time allows. But it doesn't take long for time to come crashing down on them. It's over when he arrives. Her supposed to be.
He is the man that fate has drawn for her, of course, she doesn't know it yet. She doesn't know all the way until their eyes meet briefly, and she's paralyzed in a second of instant attraction. Unmoving in mind, though her legs keep walking. Walking and crashing right into his frame, which follows up with scattered papers and a string of mumbled apologies and downcast glances. "I'm sorry.." She breathes out quickly in a whisper almost inaudible while her hands fumble around trying to bring together all the pages of, what appears to be music sheets he was holding in his hands. His eyes are sharp, and veiled with a certain seriousness that makes him almost intimidating, as well as alluring. She’s drawn to it, along with the apathetic twist in his lips. As serious as he seems, she can almost form a smile in his face of disinterest.
She's brought back to reality once again, releasing herself from the trance that his appearance seems to catch her in and her cheeks heat at the realization of it all. "I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not usually this clumsy," she goes on, handing him the stack of papers she was able to regather in her hands. When she hands them back, she's catches sight of his wrist only briefly and her eyes widen in disbelief at what she sees.
Bae Suji
It's definitely her name drawn perfectly against his wrist in fate's ink. She quickly takes a look at her own wrist reading the name aloud as chocolate hues beam blankly into his expression. "Are you.. Im Jaebum?"
