Since he was a little boy, Sehun believed that something was there in between relationship; between fathers and sons, wives and husbands, neighbors, maids and masters, pets and keepers, even cops and robbers. But it’s not as simple as love and hate; it’s a thing. They bounded one to each other by a thing they couldn’t see. They knew it, but unable to admit it. So people would like to visualize that thing into an object their’s logical brain would gladly accept.  

A thread.

For a good time people had been saying it was a thread. A red thread of fate which encircled on every people’s ring finger, connecting one heart to another. Sometimes it could be entangled but it remained there, waiting for its owner to make it loose again. And for a good time people let themselves to believe it. But was it true?