~HOW IT STARTED~

“Sunghwan Samchoon, I would like to marry Dara.” Jiyong said to the man who was like a second father to him in utmost seriousness a ten years old could muster, made the grown-ups laughed, his own father was also present.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.” He told the pair of bestfriends who produced another pair of bestfriends in different generation. His father and Sunghwan were bestfriend and so did him and Sanghyun, while Dara was Sanghyun’s sister.

“Really?” his father tried to withstand another wave of laugh at his son cuteness.

“Why?” his bried-to-be’s father asked, seemingly succeed on holding his own laughter.

“Because Dara said so,” he told them matter of fact just like what he witnessed not thirty minutes ago, where the mentioned Sandara and her mother were accompanying his sick mother watching their favorite fairytale cartoon. The seven years old girl mentioned to the two women that she would marry Jiyong so she could always accompany his mother when she sick like today.

His young eyes couldn’t tell the different with the changing expression on the two men’s faces, but he knew they didn’t think he was joking anymore. The two turned silence and only stared at each other.