You and Sunghoon were childhood bestfriends, having grown up together as neighbours. You didn't have a mother and Sunghoon's mother had left him when he was 10. Both your fathers were good friends.

You were in your room, seated on your chair beside your study desk, trying to study and Sunghoon was sitting on your bed right beside. He was older than you by an year and he was also a model student at high school.

"Give me that."

He said as he held his hand out to take your notes so that he could go through it. You reluctantly gave it to him. He read through it with a frown and he hit you head, not too hard, with his knuckle.

"Ouch! Don't hit me. Who'll marry an idiot!" You said rubbing the spot on your head in an annoyed tone.

"I will." Sunghoon said after a while. You looked at him confused and in a judging manner. He glanced up at you.

"I will"

He repeated as his eyes met yours and then he turned to your notes. He knew you always joked like that when he hit you and he always came up with different reply each time. You scoffed and turned to your table. Before shooting him another judging glance, knowing damn well that he was messing with you again and teasing you as always.