Min Yoongi's Game

//Part 1//

"Sweet talk me."

I frown at the sudden statement. Looking up from the tinted red diner cups, I find myself staring into beautiful dark brown eyes. The eyes were the same brown color that any girl could manage to fall for, however, I knew that it would take more than pretty eyes to have me swooning.

"Hard to do when there's absolutely nothing sweet about you to talk about," I reply in my most monotonous tone, not a fan of charismatic lines made for hopelessly vulnerable girls.

Mr. Brown eyes gives me a cold laugh, almost out of courtesy and obviously forced out. Min Yoongi, the owner of the eyes is quite something, and yet I cant decide if he's something I want to run away from or verbally battle. He's a unique guy, notorious for his lethal charisma and expensive habits. Min Yoongi is a risk, one that a certain girl is unsure about indulging in.

To be completely honest, he is more than just simply unique. Yoongi is the definition of bad. Even his presence is unsettling and causes a sense of discomfort to arise.

"Sweet talk me", he say once more, the words coming out more as a controlling demand.

A demand he doesn't even bother to say the word 'please' with.

I say nothing for a matter of seconds, thinking of a good comeback before I find myself whispering, "Apple pie, red velvet cheesecake, cannoli, cream brûlée -"

I felt a hand press against my mouth before I have the chance to finish. My comeback obviously not what he was wanting to hear.

"Ha-ha very funny Grey" he says, however, he's not laughing. His devilishly handsome face not at all amused.

He is in all good looking, Min Yoongi is devilishly good looking. Although he is quite possibly the biggest jerk of the decade, I must say he is bestowed with good looks that any man would be jealous of. The whole dark hair-dark eyes mysterious combination that he accessories with a cigarette has almost every girl swooning. Key word is almost, as in he couldn't  possibly have me in a lovesick trance.

He uncovers my mouth, and I reveal an unsatisfied look.

"Wow, you know my last name and I'm not even a girl you've banged. Aren't I special?" I say bitterly, ready for our unusual conversation to come to an end.

He gives me a dry laugh, no charisma laced in it.

"You're extra special Grey. After all, I know not only your last name but your beautiful first one too." He replies with a smirk that almost has me swooning.

Key word: almost.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, cutting to the chase realizing that he wasn't planning on leaving my workplace without succeeding in conversation.

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at me intensely. He stares and stares while I stare back with equal intensity. Somehow this had become an unannounced staring contest because the moment I interrupt our stare down with a blink he speaks, "You and me Grey."

I fight the urge to correct him and bring up the fact that my first name is not 'Grey.'

"You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me within that time span, I win. If in anyway you were to win, I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and my player ways." He says rather loudly with a sense of seriousness in his dark eyes.

I blink just to still be faced by him. Shock an obvious expression I'm wearing.

To think that he thinks I will play house with him, he's a funny one. He thinks that I will willingly date and then fall in love with the schools biggest playboy...

"I know what you want," he says softly, to where only I can hear.

"And what is that pretty boy?" I ask in the same whisper, leaning against the counter.

He moves his face closer to mine, our lips inches apart, just about too close for my comfort. He is certainly invading my personal space.

"Revenge," he whispers.

"You're funny Yoongi." I reply with a laugh, taking a step away from him.

I wait for him to join in my laughter but he doesn't and looks at me with the same intensity from earlier.

"Jungkook cheated on you. Jungkook cheated me out," (SN: he would never) he says with almost no emotion written on his face (SN:Motionless Min). "We would be dating in public to rub it in his face and then I added in a twist. And besides wouldn't you like to be the one that possibly made the bad boy a softie?"

I bite my lip and grab a rag to wipe the counter down, only to have the rag taken out of my hand a second later.

"Are you afraid you'll lose and fall in love with me?" he says with a fake pout.

I laugh a big hearty laugh and throw a glare at him.

"Please. The world would have to be at it's end before I fall in love with you." I snicker.

He doesn't give me some wisecrack remark but simply stands up, tossing a $20 dollar bill on the counter and grabbing my arm. He takes a pen from my blouse pocket and writes his phone number on my arm. I roll my eyes as he does this not even bothering to stop him.

After he finishes his little masterpiece he closes the pen and tosses it back to me, grabbing his jacket before he walks out of the diner's door.

"Call me," he yells as the front door bell chimes, being out the door in a matter of seconds.

I glance at my arm one more time and notice the small writing scribbled next to his number...

'Call me when you're up to the challenge.'