"Eomma!" Five year old Chanyeol yelled calling his mother. She looked up from the book she was reading looking at her sons pouty face. "Yes?" She asked in a calm voice. 

He climbed up to sit on her lap. Looking his mom in the eyes he asked her, "Why is there string on your pinkie and on your chest?" 

His mother looked at him confusion evident on her face. "String? Where?" She looked down at her hands not seeing anything there. 

"Right here," he said while pointing to her chest, "it goes from Eomma to Chanyeolie. It's pink!" He said showing a toothy smile. "There's another one it's on Eomma's pinkie it goes to Appa. It a bright red color." He said while holding onto his mother's hand then looking at his father who wasn't too far listening to what his son was saying. 

"It's just your imagination Channie. There's no string in Eomma's chest or on Eomma's pinkie. See?" She said holding up her hands. Chanyeol pouted still seeing the string on her hand and chest. 

Knowing that his parents won't believe him he just left it alone.