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[EDIT NOTE]: About the confusion on the names mix-up. I was on mobile and I accidentally posted the non-edited version. Sorry about the confusion.

The Challenge by The Lucky Kind of fanfiction.net

"D-Did you pay her or...or something!?" Seunghyun sputtered as he paced back and forth around my bedroom. I chuckled and laced my fingers behind my head, leaning back against the headboard. I had just told him that Dara had agreed to go out with me and, Seunghyun, being the sore loser that he is, accused me of paying her. My eyes followed Seunghyun's figure as he walked in stiff lines around my room.

"No. She said yes because she likes me," I smirked as another groan fell from his lips.

"Bullsh!t! She hated you two days ago!" he shouted, now standing at the foot of my bed.

"Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm going to win?" I said with an arrogant roll of my eyes.

"No. No. No," he repeated. "The challenge isn't over. She may have agreed to a date but there is no way she will ever fall in love with you."

"Don't be so sure," I smirked. "Dara may be difficult, but she's still a girl. And every girl eventually falls for this," I said as I motioned to my face. Seunghyun scoffed, grabbing my bookbag from the floor and tossing it towards me. I caught it quickly and swung my legs off the bed.

"Let's see how your date goes first before we jump to conclusions," Seunghyun said as he walked out of my room, both of us preparing for another grueling day of school.

~Kyunghee University~

I stepped in through the double doors of the classic cream colored walls of my University. As soon as my feet made it through the doorway, everyone's eyes were focused on me. The loud conversations that filled the halls slowly decreased to murmurs as every person waited for me to make a move. I smirked, casually scanning the heads around the halls. I walked further into the school, people moving out of my way as I passed by. The girls stuck out their chests and flipped their hair, not so descreetly trying to get my attention. I noticed them from my peripheral vision but walked on past, mainly because I've dated most of these girls before. And I only have two rules when dating girls, never date the same girl twice, and never ever fall in love.

No exceptions.

I strided through the halls, drawing everyone's attention, when I finally saw her. She stood at her locker, her back towards me, and her face buried in a book. Her friend, who I now know as Chaerin, stood in front of her with her eyes wide as she saw me. I smirked as I strolled up to Dara who still hadn't looked up. The halls were silent now, everyone knew what was going on, and their mouths were shut not daring to miss a second of this. This was a custom that they have all become used to. Each week they wait in high anticipation to see who would be my next target.

As I walk up to Dara, the entire school watches, fully aware that she is the one I'm after this week. I stand directly behind her, peering over her shoulder to see her choice of reading material this time. The girls in the hall watch dumbfounded as to why it was her instead of them. The guys in the hall watch eagerly, mentally taking notes of what to do. Chaerin stares at me, her jaw dropping to the floor. Dara is probably the most oblivious girl I've ever met. How can she be so absorbed into the book that she hasn't noticed the dead silence surrounding her.

I examined the brown leather book she has in her hands and I recognized it to be the same one she carried around with her since elementary school. A yellow, worn out, pencil was gripped tightly in her right hand as she scribbled furiously on the page. She paused as she bit her lip in concentration. I squinted my eyes, trying to read the words only to find that there were no words. The page was completely filled with music notes. The notes neatly filled the pages and there were a few words scribbled into the margins of the pages. I read the notes and quietly hummed the melody, surprising myself at how great it sounded.

My mouth was right by Dara's ear as I hummed her song back to her. Her pencil froze in mid-sentence as she slowly turned her head to look at me, finally noticing my presence. Our faces were extremely close together and I could smell the minty fresh gum on her breath. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She squealed as she jumped about five feet in the air, dropping the book in the process. I chuckled as she clumsily slammed headfirst into her locker and knocked some papers off the shelf. Her hand flew to her chest as she calmed down her heavy breathing. I chuckled again as I knelt to the ground. I picked up the papers and her book only to have it swiped from my hand at a unhumanly fast pace.

"Don't touch my book!" she shouted, clutching the small book to her chest. She wrapped her arm around it, protecting it like it was a rare work of art.

"Sorry?" I said as I raised my eyebrows at her odd behavior. I stretched out my arm and handed her the papers that fell to the floor.

She relaxes instantly as she takes the papers from my hand. "It's okay. But this is your first and last warning, touch my book again and I will hurt you," she warned, stabbing my chest with her finger. I laugh at the thought of Dara, who somewhat resembles a rabid rabbit when she's angry, trying to hurt me.

She rolled her eyes at my laughter and placed her stuff back into her locker. "What do you want?" she said with a smile.

"I wanted to let you know that I'll pick you up at six for our date tonight," I smirked as I heard the whispers begin form in the background.

Her grin faltered. "Tonight?" she asked her uneasiness showing.

My smile drops as well at her expression. "Yes tonight. You agreed to go out with me right?" I asked freaking out at the thought of Dara changing her mind. I did not come this far only to take two steps backwards.

"Yea I agreed," she said, "but It's just I'm always so busy and-"

"Go on your date!" Chaerin shouted from beside us. We both snap our heads to her, forgetting that she was standing their the whole time.

"Chaerin!" Dara shouted. "You know about the thing," Dara mumbled the last part carefully, not wanting me to hear.

"I'll take care of it," she mumbled back.

"Chaerin, I don't know. What if something happens?" Dara muttered running a hand through her long hair

"Trust me," Chaerin assured her. They both continued talking obviously forgetting that I was still standing there trying to figure out their conversation.

"So..." I said interrupting their argument. "I'll see you at six."

"I never said ye-" Dara argued.

"She'd love to go!" Chaerin cut in.

"Great! I'll see you then," I said to Dara who was glaring at Chaerin in her meanest look possible.

"Alright bye!" Chaerin said.

"Do I have a say in this?" Dara shouted with an aggravated tone.

"Pick you up at your house!" I said before turning around and walking away.

"I'm only giving you one date!" she shouted after me.