*Minho’s POV*

Ten hours. Only ten hours until midnight and then this terrible bet is over and I win! Gosh, I don’t know if I can last ten hours. I’m dying here!!!!

Nicole’s and my bet was almost over, but as the week continued she was making things increasingly difficult. It seemed like her dresses were getting shorter and shorter and tighter and tighter. I was so close to the breaking point.

“Minho!” she said happily as she waddled into my room.

 “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to pay attention to her extremely low cut shirt.

“I just thought I’d pay you a visit,” she smiled as she hopped onto my bed next to be. “Your bed is so comfy.”

Her shorts were so short that they practically didn’t exist. She lay down on her stomach, her cleavage barely staying in her shirt and her cheeks peaking out from the bottom of her shorts.

“I need to take you shopping,” I sighed and shook my head.

“Why? You don’t like my clothes?” she asked innocently.

“They’re too small.”

She sat up immediately and glared at me. “Are you calling me fat?!”

“No! That’s not what I meant at all! You just have um… accentuated parts of your body that should be covered-,”

“OMO YOU’RE CALLING ME FAT!!!”

She grabbed one of the pillows and began smacking me with it. However, I snatched the pillow out of her hands and used it the push her back down onto the bed (without touching her).

“You’re not fat,” I hissed in her ear. “You’re frickin gorgeous; do you understand?!”

She gulped and nodded her head. I released my hold and got up. “I’m going to take you shopping, and we’re going to buy you some great clothes, okay?” There was less than half a day left, but I knew I wouldn’t make it. I needed to get her new, more modest clothing ASAP!

“All right,” she answered still slightly frightened by my display of control.

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“How about this one?” I asked, as I took a dress off the rack and held it up for Nicole to see.

“Seriously?” she looked at me with a Yeah-Right expression and kept searching.

“I’M taking you shopping and I want you to try it on, so you’re going to!” I said, draping the dress over my arm. She just rolled her eyes and kept searching.

When we’d finally collected about 10 different outfits, Nicole went into the dressing room. I waited outside on a bench for her.

“Ready?” she called after a few minutes.

“Ready!” I called back. This was going to be great.

When she came out in the first outfit my face dropped. She was wearing this (http://www.cocktaildressesfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/short-cocktail-dress-2011.jpg),

“Where did that come from?!” I asked in confusion, turning so I didn’t have to look at the shortness of the dress.

“I wanted to try it on,” she explained innocently.

“Well take it off. Try on one of the outfits I picked out.”

She pouted and stomped back into the dressing room.

Gosh, she looked sooo good in that dress!!!!

“Are you changed yet?” I called after about 10 minutes of waiting.

“I’m not coming out in this!” she shouted.

“Then I won’t buy you anything,” I threatened. Silence followed until finally the dressing room door creaked open and she stepped out. I tried my hardest not to laugh. (http://www.rustyzipper.com/full/179392.jpg).

“I hate you,” she pouted.

“No, it looks good!” I exclaimed, sounding as honest as possible. “I think it brings out the color in your eyes.”

“Very funny,” she sneered and hurried back into the dressing room.

She tried on more hideous more the hideous outfits I’d picked for her against her will. As much as she was hating this, I was enjoying it greatly. (The dress she tried: 1. http://bp2.blogger.com/_ucg7AoWKod8/Rke02KHF4YI/AAAAAAAAALM/uh1AeJrQWwA/s400/4008.jpg2. http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/bg/Ugly+Betty+Season+Three+Comin+Up+pMJlPA58Ph0l.jpg3. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fmT6a1eXd0I/TkwbLM2VIEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SDlEHiB5BNk/s1600/IMG_3332.JPG4. http://www.avenue7.com/MakeThumbnail.ashx?height=500&width=500&&file=~/Images/ComboImages/12877306597344875094f31caa-5d18-42b5-86b9-766134915972.jpg&qual=80)   

I finally convinced her into buying this one (http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4137/4924374355_7f86b60f45_b.jpg).

“Well, at least we agreed on one thing,” I smiled as we walked back to the car.

“You mean at least I compromised once for you,” she pouted.

“Hey, I think you’ll look great in it. It’s modest and classy; like the stuff Rebecca wears.”

Nicole stopped in her tracks. “Rebecca?” she questioned, looking at me darkly. “You don’t still think about her, do you?”

“What? No! At least, not that way! I just think her style is nice. I only view her as a friend now,” I answered quickly.

“Now?! How long ago was it that you liked her? Was it while you still liked me?”

Crap! Bad choice of words!

When I didn’t answer (because I was in the middle of thinking^) she turned to open her car door.

“Nicole,” I stopped her in the act, slamming the door shut which made her jump in surprise.

“What Minho?!”

“No matter what happens, where we go, or who we meet, I’ll always love YOU. Not Rebecca; not anybody else! I mean it. I love you for the person you are-,”

“Minho, don’t get all mushy on me.”

“I can’t help it if I love you.”

She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me. Shyness showed through her attempt at a hard expression, making me smile.

“How can I trust that you won’t meet someone else when you go back to Seoul?” she questioned, not as strongly as her last inquiries.

“How can I trust that you won’t meet someone here when I go back? Or that you won’t have a fling with one of your old partners?”

“Minho, I don’t think I could do that even if I wanted to. You’ve changed me. That’s all in the past now.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. But you didn’t answer my question.”

“I have a simple answer for it,” I smiled down at her.

“And that would be…?”

“Because: I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

Like I had told her, it was a simple answer, but it must’ve been enough for her. I noticed her whole face soften and her voice almost purred. “Can I kiss you?”

“You’d be losing the bet,” I said as our faces inched closer.

“You would be too,” she pointed out, her eyes beginning to close.

“Then I guess it’s a lose-lose situation.”

“Or a win-win.”

“Yeah, cause I don’t like to lose,” I smirked.

“Just another thing we have in common.”

She reached up to wrap her arms around my neck as our lips made contact. I cupped her face gently in my hands, caressing her soft cheek. Out of everything we’d ever done, this is what I’d missed the most over the course of the bet. The other stuff… yeah that was great. But kissing my yebo; there was just something about it that made my knees (yes Choi Minho’s knees) go weak. 

*Gahhh my lovely readers!!! How are youuu? I have been reading your sweet comments and you guys make me want to cry! I love you all so so so so much I can't stress it enough. You make me uberly happy c: I'm glad you're enjoying it and I hope you enjoy the rest just as much if not more! There's still a few surprises left, so *sings this part* "nothing's over, nothing's over*. Sorry, just had to make an Infinite reference there. Anyway, I will quit author blabbing and let you go. But again, kamsahamnida, gracias, thank you, komapsumnida, arigato, and all other lanuages c: Lub you<3

P.S. Why do I have the words "Choi Minho, like a boss" stuck in my head? Oh me and my crazy thoughts. That booger is messing up my bias list again! >.<