Summary
Soulmates. A petty thing, really. A small insignificant part of a persons life. Or at least, Minho's life. Around the ages of four to six, Minho was fascinated with the idea that some force, somewhere, had picked a girl out just for him. The idea made little Minho smile with joy. A girl somewhere, right now, could be eating PB and J, just as he was. / / One-Shot / Thominewt