JISOO POV.

I can still remember the time when my mother gave me the keychain.

She called me in her room late at night. She was preparing for her flight. I can still remember how her eyes shine as she tells me the story of that keychain. She said that once the keychain become attached, there's no way to separete it from each other.

"Even if the two owner of these keychain met but their souls are not meat to be, then the keychain wouldn't be together." She takes my small hand and places the ketchain in my hands.

"But it's okay to love someone else you're not meant to be with, Jisoo." She said.

"But what if i found the person i am meant to be, but i already love someone else?" My mother fell silent for a mere second before smiling at me. She closes my hand holding the keychain, enveloping my hand with hers.

"It's okay, as long as you're happy, you don't need to be with the person you're meant to be." She caresses my hair.

"You don't need to find your other half. You don't need to be whole to be happy." I look down at my hand, feeling confused.

"Then...why do i need this if i don't have to find my other half?" I said confused.

"You don't need to find your other half, but..." she trailed off, looking deep into my eyes.

"...you'll find out soon." She stands and walks up to her desk across the room.

"Also, i want to give this to you." She gave me a white box that box is decoreted with beautiful gold lines. It looks majestic. I find it very beautiful. I take the small box from her and is about ro open it when my mother stops me.

"That is from your great grandmother. She said that it can grant any wishes your heart desires. All you need is to wish upon it before you sleep and put the thing inside the... box under your pillow." I were eight back then.

I don't get it why my mother gave those two things at me when she can just use those for herself. She could've just sold the keychain since it is made of pure gold and opal, and use the magic thingy for herself.

Even though there are many questions lingering in my mind, i feel oddly calms as i look at the guy in front of me.

He looks slow-witted. His hair is kinda messy

The person in front of me is the person i've meant to be with?

"What's happening?" The guy's voice brought me back and i blink.

"You...you don't know what this means?"

"Uh, what do you mean by that?" I stare at him. It lookd like he doesn't know the story behind the keychain. I don't know if i should tell him or something.

But...

'I don't believe in things such as soulmates.'

I smile politely at him.

"Nothing. You can have it." I heard began to remove the keychain from my bag.

"Oh, no. You can have it. I just found this keychain somewhere." He stoped me frown what i've doing and remove the keychain from his bag.

"It looks cute that's why i decided to keep it." He chuckles, his dimples are showing.

'Oh, no. He has dimples...'

I look away, trying to stare at his dimples. But i can't help but to look back at him again. He's struggling to remove the split ring from the zipper of his bag. I tilt my head to the side slightly with a frown on my face.

'Why does he have difficulty removing that keychain?'

He must've sensed my stare. He flashes me another smile as if saying 'i got this'.

"I, uh, i have short nails, but don't worry i can do this." I press my lips together. He's still struggling with the split ring and keeps grunting.

"I'm kim namjoon by the way." I nod.

"I'm jisoo." I badly want to help him remove the keychain, but he really looks like he's trying his best.

People are looking at me and namjoon, sitting on the floor and all. I look at my watch and saw that i only have five minutes left before the school bell rings.

'Holy shit!'

Just then, i realized the uniform kim namjoon is wearing

It's similar to me.

"Wait, you go to Bigshit school too." I asked in bewilderment.

"Oh, yeah. I'm a transferee and..."

"Why did you get off here?"

"I'm new around here?' I sigh and stand up.

"Let's deal with the keychain later. We need to go." I stand up and grab my bread on the floor.

"Carry our bag, let's go!" I grab his arm and drag him.

I've five minutes late and we stand in front of my class' door panting heavily. I found out that I and kim namjoon are classmate and he's the guy whom i heard about being tranferred in my section.

"I can feel detention waiting for me." I glance at the guy beside me. He's sweating heavily and his clothes are all wrinkled i probably look the same too.

"Nice, you're late on your first day here." I smirk at him. His shoulder drop and disappointment is written on his face but a smile is still on his lips.

"Aw, i want to show a good first impression. I guess that won't happen." I pat his back probably a little too hard since he stumbles forward.

"It's fine." I knock and open the door. Everyone looks at me and namjoon.

"I'm sorry we're late." I bow a little and nomjoon hurriedly does the same.

"It's fine, jisu. I assumed you showed namjoon around that's why you two are late." The teacher smiled kindly at me.

"Jisu? I though you're---"

"---yes i did." I said while i drawn a smile on my lips.

"You may go to your seat now, jisu." I glance at my seat and see my twin sitting on it.

Jisu must've know that i am gonna be late so she prentended to be me and risk her perfect attendance so i've wont've stained. Also, she saved me from having detention. My school is strict when it comes to attendance and behavior.

But since everyone likes Jisu, they won't mind if she sometimes come to school late.

I don't know how to feel at my sister's gesture. I don't really like it when someone tries to cover up my mistake and i wouldn't mind having detention.

I just gave her my wry smile and sit on her seat.

Namjoon remained in front, giving me a confused look. I just have him a blank look.

"Now, introduce yourself, transferee." A smile is autimatically placed on namjoon's lips. I can hear the girls behind me talking about his dimples.

'I know, fam. I know how you feel.'

"Good morning. I am kim namjoon." A confident aura suddenly surrounds him which surprises me. He stands tall with his head help up high. He looks completely different from the clumsy boy i met earlier. He shows a powerful and reliable vibe now.

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