bickering; soonhui

A memory of a four-year old Soonyoung couldn't be considered as accurate, but he was sure enough he remembered him. The hatred he had for more than 10 years towards the 'boy', whom he'd convinced himself more than enough, had broken-or only stained-his most precious thing in the world; his shoes.

He hated this particular boy with his particular reason.

Well, it wasn't anyone's fault, even the destiny, that Soonyoung needed to deal with the said boy on his college years, much of his hatred.

Or in which, Wen Junhui didn't even know what his fault was.