Everyone had a soulmate, the matching half to their soul, connected by a red thread from the tip of your finger to theirs.

It was the fate of the universe, and although the sentiment was lovely- your bond had never shown any signs of being promising. The connection was limp, you dragged it, carried it, as though your soul mate was dead, or an entirerealm away. Surely there was some malfunction, regardless with a heavy heart, you had learnt to accept it a long time ago.

Now you were standing with Rumi, Mia and Zoey in disguise waiting to see what all the fuss in the city square was over when all of a sudden… the ‘Saja Boys’.

“Demons” Rumi recognised immediately, as the girls eyes narrowed in suspicion and suspense, nevertheless they were watching the performance completely em captured, and oblivious to your realisation.

You were in shock because the red string was connected to one of their fingers… Baby.

Worst of all- he noticed too, soft blue eyes locking with yours as ‘Soda pop’ ended. Baby had never imagined meeting his soul mate, as a product of the underworld- as a demon with a red string tie that trailed upwards past the Honmoon it was near impossible, yet here you were. His soulmate.

His expression was one of blank shock, his mouth slightly agape as he memorised your features to heart.

Likewise your attention was tunnel visioned in on him processing his reaction.

He relaxed slowly, offering a wink before extending his arm and creating a Korean heart with his thumb and index finger his baby blue gaze trained on you- and you alone.