“First impression of my husband?” you laugh,shaking your head as you continue. “Can I be honest?” you ask,both palms on your mouth to stop you from laughing as you recalled the memory. “To be honest,my first time meeting him was when he was crossing the road with his stoic face still on. I remembered me having the urge to punch him then.” you confesse as you husband shouts from the kitchen. “I can hear you!”

Do I call him my childhood friend? Or else I don't know what more to address who he is to me. I met him eleven years ago when I moved to my new home. I was six that time as I moved in together with both my parents. 

Our house were just next to each other that I was forced to look at his stoic and expressionless face even when I didn't want to. Our parents knew each other when they were in elementary school so I guess they should have known each other for decades now. Which explained why we moved into the house next to them when my parents got settled down with stable jobs in Seoul. 

But what I had totally no clue was why me and my neighbour's son,Oh Sehun were the total polar opposites that we didn't even smile or greet at each other when we crossed paths. But my parents could go all chit chatty with the Oh family when they see each other. 

Neighbours should be nice,of course. Plus,me and Sehun attended the same high school and we are the same age so it would be a laughing stock to the others if we said we didn't know each other at all. 

So, I will show you just how this all happened.