Scenario: Minho and Amber play soccer together. A competition leads to a bet to feelings being discovered. (fluff)

Minho x Amber

"Amber want to hang out today?" Jonghyun asked the distracted Amber.

She shook her head, "I'm going to play soccer with Minho, sorry." Amber was sincerely sorry, but her expression showed she was impatiently waiting for Minho. She glanced at the hallway behind Jonghyun.

"It's fine. You two kids have fun." Jonghyun chuckled, patting Amber's back before taking his leave out the SM building.

"Thanks!" Amber grinned. Amber and Minho had been good friends since their trainee days and them having so much in common meant they spent a lot of time together during their free time. Their interest in sports and athletics was a sure match for their charasmatic personailities.

Amber waited for Minho in the empty hallway. She leaned her back against the wall, her head tilting back and hitting the wall with a light thud.

"Hey, did I keep you waiting?" a male voice was heard from down the hall. Amber quickly straightened up to see Minho approaching her. "Nope, not really." Once they were at close distance, they did their usual hand shake as a greeting.

"Ready for the game?"

"Yup! I'm going to for sure score a point against you this time!" Amber exclaimed, confidence sparkling in her eyes.

"Is that a bet I hear?" Minho played along, hovering his hand over his ear as if he asked the question.

Amber nodded for a moment. "Yeah, I'd say that."

Minho raised a brow in interest. "What do you want to bet?"

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Amber kicked the ball, dashing across the filed to where Minho was guarding his goal box. He stood fast, preparing to throw himself in either direction to block the goal. Amber gave the ball one last hard kick toward the goal. Time practically slowed down in Amber's mind as she watched the ball speed across the distance between her and Minho in slow motion.

She got her lungs ready to shout in victory, but her face immediately fell once seeing Minho slide down to the ground, catching the ball with his hands.

Amber dropped to her knees in defeat. "So close!" she whined. She fell onto her back, letting herself catch a breath from all of the heavy running.

Minho jogged over to where she layed. He knelt down by her head, softly chuckling at her despair of losing for the nth time. He observed her face, her eyes were closed and her breathing was becoming slower as she relaxed.

He used his hand to brush her sweaty bangs from her forward. Minho never really thought about it before, but Amber really did have flawless skin. It was good that she never got into the habit of applying make-up everyday or else people wouldn't be able to see the kind of natural beauty that she is.

She opened her eyes, seeing Minho right in her line of vision. "Welp, I lost. I will go through the bet with honor!" Amber punched the air ethusiasticaly.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Minho called from outside the women's restroom.

"I'm sure! You should know that I don't back down from bets," Amber responded. Minho patiently waited outside. The loser has to wear a dress and greet all of the artists in the building, the bet replayed in Minho's mind. At the time it sounded it fun, but as Minho thought it over he became uneasy. He wasn't sure what to expect, especially since he had never seen Amber in a dress.

A few more minutes passed before Minho heard clicking sounds (most likely from high-heels) coming from the women's restrooms. Minho turned his head, anticipating the outcome of Amber's appearance change. He gulped once laying eyes on her.

Amber stumbled a few times, grabbing hold of the wal to support her. "Ah, I don't understand how Girls' Generation sunbaes can wear these everyday," she sighed, looking down at the 2-inch heels.

She wore a red, knee-length dress that hugged her curves and chest that no one knew existed. Her baggy tops were her norm, so people probably never thought twice about whether she had curves or even a chest at that matter!

She lifted her head, surprised to hear no reaction coming from Minho. He was still in pure shock at her appearance that he hadn't had enough time to process his thoughts.

"What, am I too y?" Amber snickered. Minho shook his head to wake him up from his gaze. "Uh, Amber, you look...girly."

"Girly? Well that's nice to her," she smiled half-heartedly. For some reason she was expecting a different response. She combed through her bangs to avoid eye contact with Minho who was still having trouble processing words.

"You know what, how about we call off the bet?" Minho was able to voice out his thoughts.

"Hm, how come?" Amber asked, confused.

"It's just...I don't want you to feel pressured to this, so as your Oppa I call off this bet." Minho explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

Amber slowly nodded her head, trying to understand his reasoning. "Well if you say so. I'll go get changed then. This dress is really inchy anyway." She headed back into the restroom to change.

Minho sighed in relief. It's true that he wouldn't want her to feel uncomfortable, but most importantly he wanted to avoid having other people seeing her like that. He wanted to keep that to himself. Am I being too selfish, he thought.

The rest of SHINee peeped their heads from the corner of the hallway. "Minhooo~ was that who  we think it was?" Key whispered loudly from a distance. SHINee looked awe-struck at what their eyes had just witnessed.

"No, you were just imagining it," Minho bluntly replied, "Go back to the dorms." His group members shrugged it off and obeyed "the flaming charisma."

Nope, I definitely wasn't being selfish at all.

A/N: Back from my long haitus~ Ugh, I'm not use to writing anymore >< please excuse this awkwardly written one-shot.