ship_holic
The first time Nishimura Riki decided he was going to marry Park Sunghoon, he was five years old, covered in pink paint, and crying because his older brother had told him that "marriage wasn't that simple."
Riki had disagreed.
"It is," he had insisted, sniffling, tiny fingers clutching his paintbrush. "I just have to grow up and ask him."
From that day on, his mind had been made.
Now, at seventeen, not much had changed.
Except for the fact that he still hadn't managed to say a single proper sentence to the boy he was supposedly going to marry.
But what if Sunghoon really liked him back ?