I can’t exactly remember when I met him. My parent’s said that our engagement had been planned since before we were born. I can’t even begin to count how many memories they caused us to suppress just by being near each other. Though there is one memory that is engraved into my mind. Mom and dad had arranged another sleepover for Kyuhyun and me. By now, we were nine, and they should have figured that anything involved with the two of us turn disastrous. Because at this age, we have learned about violence and torture. Our parents were downstairs drinking coffee and tea and talking about their co business while upstairs I was sitting on Kyuhyun’s back as he lay on the floor, face down.

“You say that again, I’m going to kill you!” I said pulling his hair.

“You're ugly!" he screamed and shoved me off him. I jumped onto his back and pulled his hair. 

“Take it back you wimp!” I screamed, kicking him in the side. He slammed me into a wall and stuck out his tongue at me. By now we were bruised, cut, burned, and pissed off at each other. As usual it started with a game of I dare you and as usual it led to fighting and broken toys. I stood back up from the floor and was about to grab the broken vase from my drawer when my parents barged in. 

 

~~~Credits to Snowdrop Request Shop for the poster~~~