"I hope you have any idea how much I hate you."

Myungsoo stared intently at me, his dark orbs almost boring a hole on my face. I flinched. He scares the hell out of me, he always does. Slowly, the side of his lips rose, turning into the smirk he usually wears. "You can always hate me. I wouldn't care a bit."

My right hand instantly fell on his left cheek, visible marks showed where my long fingers landed. I immediately shut my eyes, waiting for his firm grip to grab my neck, or possibly a slap back - only several times stronger. Instead, I felt a hand lightly ruffling my hair. For the first time, I saw him smile, a real one.

"I'm sorry, Suzy."

We were seven back then. I was a little girl who barely even reached his shoulders when we first met. I didn't know that there will ever come a time that I'll look at him this way, not until now.