"See? I told you I'd get it."

Andreas who was 10 years old at the time, proudly shows you his gold medal after winning the swimming competition.

You snort, there's a hint of envy in your tone. “Yeah, yeah, congratulations.”

He chuckles. “You want it, shortie?”

Your eyes light up instantly. “May I?”

“No.”

You instantly pout, Andreas chuckles again. "This medal doesn't mean much, so I won't give it to you. I'll win the international competition and I'll give you my gold medal."

Andreas Horison, is your neighbor and childhood friend, or you can't call him a friend because he's annoying. When you were in elementary school, he used to tease you, pull your hair, mock your height, or do anything to make you cry. However, even so if someone else made you cry, he was always at the forefront to defend you.

He likes swimming and you like reading novels. When he was in middle school, Andreas often participated in swimming competitions and won them. And in high school, he became a popular student that girls coveted. However, you guys don't interact as much as you used to. He became more busy with his competitions. But even when he was around, you didn't interact that much. Even so, he always watched you from afar, punched anyone who dared to hurt you, walked behind you on the way home from school, or suddenly bought you the latest series of your favorite novel and put it in your locker. He only observes, not accompanies.

During college, you became busy with all your coursework and Andreas was busy with his swimming, making the two of you meet and interact less and less.

One day, you hear that Andreas will be participating in an international swimming competition to represent your country. You're willing to skip class to watch the competition.

At the bleachers, you see Andreas and the other athletes at the edge of the pool, his eyes sweep the bleachers, like he's looking for someone, when his eyes meet yours, he gives you a small smirk, as if he's happy you came to watch him.

When the whistle blows, all the athletes slide into the water. You, although your face is calm, but your heart is beating fast. You see Andreas swimming fast, even the fastest, until he reaches the finish line first. For the umpteenth time, he wins.

Andreas comes out of the pool, takes off his smiw cap and goggles, his muscular and fit wet body makes him look even more handsome, but he quickly drapes a towel over his shoulders. The reporters immediately approached him, asking him a few questions, until you heard him say:

“My motivation for winning this competition is for a short girl who always wants my medal whenever I win a match,” He said with a smirk on his face.

After finishing the interview and changing his clothes, he approaches you waiting at the side of the room, the smirk on his face not fading and when he's in front of you, he hands you his gold medal.

"This is what I promised, shortie."

You snorted, crossing your arms. "I don't need it, it's yours, you who has been training hard to become a famous athlete, I don't deserve it."

Andreas snorts, he then ruffled your hair making you pout. "Yes, and you're the reason I've been training so hard. Now, it's yours."

You stare at the medal for a moment, wondering if you should take it, however, just as you want to take it, Andreas pulling it away from you.

"Wait, at least I deserve something from you in return."

"Ugh, fine, what do you want?"

Andreas smirked, then tapped his cheek with his forefinger, silent request for you to... kiss his cheek.