*Minho’s POV*

I was feeling so self-conscious! Every move I made, every word I spoke; I was always afraid I’d do something wrong.

Come on; get a hold of yourself Minho! She’s just a girl! A beautiful girl…Stop! She’s a girl!

“So, um, where are you from?” I finally asked her.

“Central New York, out in the middle of farm country,” she replied.

“Oh, farms are cool.”

Aigoo Minho! What are you saying?

“Um, so what do you like to do?” I tried again.

“I like photography, dancing, acting, singing, music, sports, and writing.”

Hmmm a girl with a lot of interests; she’s just my type!

“Cool! I like sports too! What ones do you like?” Finally we had something to talk about!

“I play soccer and volleyball. What about you?”

“I play soccer too!” I exclaimed.

“We should have a match, right here; right now,” she said.

“Okay, you’re on!” I ran to go find a ball while she set up some goals in a large grassy area of the garden.

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“Another point for me!” Rebecca shouted as I lifted the net and rolled the ball out of the makeshift goal.

How is she this good?!

I was pro at soccer. I could beat ANYONE. How was I losing 3-7 with a GIRL?! I hated losing; especially to girls.

She was getting tired; I could tell. It was the perfect time for me to strike.

“Ready?” I asked placing the ball in the center of the “field.”

“I was born ready,” she smiled deviously back at me.

I started off by faking to the right, but instead kicking the ball left. It always worked, but she had gotten used to my playing by now and knew I would do that. She followed me, gracefully moving her feet and fighting for the ball. This time I wasn’t going to let her good looks distract me. No more losing the ball because I was busy staring at her pretty face with beads of sweat running down her forehead.

She was about to snatch the ball from me; I saw it coming. In defense, I pulled my trickiest move, slipping the ball away from her with ease; well that is until my foot got caught on her ankle, pulling us both to the ground.

“Ouch!”

We were lying on the ground, side by side. I looked over at her to see Rebecca’s eyes shut tight, while she rolled around on the grass holding her ankle.

Minho, what did you do?!

“Rebecca, I’m… I’m…”

I stood up and offered her a hand up. She took it and attempted to stand, only to fall back down on her in pain and grab her ankle again.

“I’m so sorry!” I knelt down next to her, feeling absolutely terrible.

“It’s okay; I’m fine,” she lied. I could see her eyes getting wet.

*Rebecca’s POV*

Don’t you DARE cry Rebecca Doile! You’re stronger than this. You can’t cry…

A tear escaped down my cheek.

“Oh, Becca, I’m really sorry,” he wiped away my tear with his thumb.

I turned away so he wouldn’t see me cry. Gosh I always looked so ugly when I cried.

Suddenly I felt his hands reaching under my legs and behind my back, lifting me up off the ground. Out of instinct I wrapped my arms around his neck; the fear of falling danced in my mind.

I hated getting picked up. I felt like anyone who did would think I was fat; but being in Minho’s strong arms made me feel strangely light. He carried me into the mansion.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” I heard him whisper under his breath. 

This might sound weird, but the gif of Minho for this chapter kills me. He has such beautiful lips!!!!!!!!