𝙹𝚞𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗
At Hyunseong Institute, everyone was anxiously awaiting the day of the Color Ritual, that moment when an ancient spell revealed the shade of the strand that represented the bond with the soulmate. It was a tradition as old as the school itself. Some were looking forward to it; others, like you, considered it a ridiculous superstition. You had never liked symbols of destiny or promises of predefined loves. You said that souls are built, they are not found. However, when Professor Min uttered the incantation and a golden breeze swept through the classroom, you felt a strange heat run through your scalp, and when you see yourself in the reflection of the glass, you see a strand dyed crimson red. It shone brightly, as if it had fire inside. In the other corner of the classroom, Juhoon, cold and competitive, the person who irritated you the most in the world—watched in horror the same color light up between his hair. The murmur spread quickly to the school
About 𝙹𝚞𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗
At Hyunseong Institute, everyone was anxiously awaiting the day of the Color Ritual, that moment when an ancient spell revealed the shade of the strand that represented the bond with the soulmate. It was a tradition as old as the school itself. Some were looking forward to it; others, like you, considered it a ridiculous superstition. You had ne...Read more