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"Stop it, Minho. You're so bad at flirting," you said, pushing your best friend away as he gave you a mischievous smile.
"Hey! I'm very good at flirting. Do you know how many girls I've made fall in love with me?" he protested.
"Yeah, sure. Still, stop flirting with me, it's weird," you said. In reality, you loved his little attempts at flirting. They made your stomach flutter, and you liked the feeling.
Minho blew air out of his nose. "You don't believe me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Considering your last girlfriend was someone you dated in high school... no, I don't," you answered.
"It's because I'm waiting for someone! I've had plenty of one-night stands! How do you think I pulled them?" he asked.
"You're famous. That's how," you replied, shrugging. But you were curious—waiting for someone? What did he mean?
"I bet I can make you fall in love with me in two weeks," he suddenly said, crossing his arms.
You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. Oh, if he only knew you were already head over heels for him. But you could use some extra attention from him... let's see where it would lead. "The bet is on. What do I get if I win?" you asked, crossing your arms in the same way.
"I stop flirting with you," he said simply.
Ugh... that's actually not what you wanted, but you had to play along. "Fine. And what do you want?" you asked.
"If I manage to make you fall in love with me... I want you to be my girlfriend. And a blow job," he said with a straight face.
You burst out laughing. You knew Minho had a thing for you... you weren't stupid, but hearing him say things like that made you nervous. Laughing was your way of coping with the nerves. Still, you needed to play hard to get. "You can have that blow job, and we'll talk about the girlfriend thing again," you said, shaking his hand in agreement.
He grinned. "Can I maybe get that blow job now?" he asked cheekily.
"Minho!" you scolded, throwing a pillow at him.
***
The next morning, a loud knock on your door woke you up. You had tossed and turned all night, thinking about Minho, and had gone to sleep very late. You crept out of bed and walked to the door, only to see Minho standing there with flowers and coffee.
"Good morning, love," he grinned and placed a kiss on your cheek while walking in.
You had never seen him so sweet around you, and you couldn't help but melt. "Morning," you mumbled, taking the flowers he gave you, confused.
"What's all this about?" you asked, placing the bouquet of roses in a vase, unable to suppress a smile. God, he had already won that bet. He won it before it started. Still, you wanted to see how far he would go.
