"So, what did you want to tell me earlier?" I say as I carry my bag at the sound of the after school bell.
"Just stay away from Jimin. He's nothing but trouble."
"What's your name?" I raise my voice.
"Minhee."
"Alright, Minhee. If you're going to tell me all that 'he's mine and you're pathetic' crap, save it for someone who has time for that."
"I-I—"
"If you actually have a legitimate reason why I shouldn't date Jimin, might as well say it now."
"I d-do." I raise my eyebrow at her response.
"Just l-listen to t-this when y-you get home," she stammers, handing me a tape recorder before running off.
Who uses tape recorders these days? It's the 21st century. Might as well listen to it now; I don't see why I have to wait to reach home. Besides, Taehyung or Jimin will drive me anyways.
I press the button, and open up my ears.
"I-I think she likes me." This is Jimin's voice. Who was he talking to, and when was this?
"Do you feel the same way?" It was Namjoon, but he was on the phone.
"I don't know."
"100,000 won is on the line. Are you sure you'll win?"
"I'm sure."
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The Bet (박지민)
Fanfiction"If she ends up falling for you, I'll pay you 100,000 won, but if you end up falling for her, you have to pay me 100,000 won." "Deal."
