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"Offer something, if I can't prove myself, think of something you want and I'll get it. But, If I can prove myself, I'll get something I want." He reiterated his words, and I thought hard, was this guy actually being serious right now?

I had my doubts, but his certain confidence made me doubt my own self. Maybe he could actually afford my entire house times ten. But then again, that thought alone just sounds absurd, and I live in a new, high apartment.

New complex, large space and high view over Seoul, that just screams expensive itself.

"You're so confident that you can afford my house times ten. Fine though, fine." I thought for a while, "If you can't live up to your words, you owe me a new car." I told him, surely he wasn't able to pay for either of those.

"And I want you to marry me if I'm wrong." The guy persisted with his marriage proposal, I just looked at him in disbelief again.

"I don't even know your name, what do you even mean, marriage?!" I looked at his chilled expression, not taken aback by his own suggestion at all.

"Niki Nishimura, nice to know you. Twenty four years old, six foot two." He gave a brief introduction, a small smile on his face. Even his name sounded expensive though.

Niki Nishimura. Wow.

Yuri Nishimura?

I could kind of see that working. I shook my head free of those thoughts, I've known this guy for a single day, not even that, less than a day, no way was I gonna marry some guy like this.

"Park Yuri. Twenty three." I slowly introduced myself, still in a cloud of thoughts.

"Do we have a deal?" Niki's voice cut me out of my thoughts once more, and I was considering it a little too well.

"You know what, you probably can't even afford shit." I looked at him, feeling extremely confident in my choice, "Deal."

His plump lips curved into a smirk, he picked up his phone and typed something for a while. Whereas I was wondering, if my choice was reasonable. I mean, there was probably like a one in million chance he'd live up to his words, matter of fact, a one in a million chance he'd even talk to me tomorrow.

Worst case scenario, he pays me ten times my apartment cost and asks me to marry him. I'll just say no though. Seriously, free will.

Though, I had a gut feeling, a real bad one too. As if I was making a deal with the devil, I shook it off once more, as usual, just blaming it on the amount of alcohol I've had.

He looked over at me, placing his phone on the bar table.

"Seal the deal in." He held his hand out as if I was some kind of business partner. The fuck? Who does this guy think I am? If I see a fine guy, I will seize every opportunity to hit on him, okay?

I glanced at his reached out hand, then at him, then back at the hand and so on. He took his hand back, and looked at me, confused.

"Do I look like a businesswoman to you? Shaking hands, really?" I scoffed, crossing my arms.

He suddenly stood up, walked right up close into my personal space and cupped my cheeks. He smashed his lips onto mine, taking me slightly aback, okay, I was planning this for later, but I suppose now is fine too.

Despite knowing this guy for less than five hours, his kissing was actually surprisingly good. He pulled away casually, sitting himself back down at staring at me with a devilish smirk printed on his face.

"You can't take your deal off the table now." His voice echoed through my body, that rasp was really something.

"We'll see if you can even hold up your end of the deal." I stood up, giving a small smirk as I turned around.

I was about to walk off, before I did, I noticed that same girl Joyeon dragged. I flashed her a small smile, her cold expression reflecting my gesture back. Despite her attitude, I walked off, looking back as she sat on my stool, beside Niki.

What the fuck did I just sign myself up for? I mean, I honestly really doubt he could do anything.

I had a grin on my face as I walked back to the table with my girls, sitting back down and talking with them.