"Lets have a twerk battle."

I was surprised. How can I possibly defeat him?
"Okay. What's the deal then?" I nodded, feeling a bit uneasy. "If you win, you can fall in love with my , even though I will feel uncomfortable. If I win, you are to disappear away from my sight, never to see me again."
Never to see him again?
Never see his ?
I couldn't afford that. Definitely no.
"May the best twerker win." he smirked.

***

The battle ended.
My felt uneasy, it felt tired. But looking at him, it was like he never did anything. That one metre of his. It was still perfect.
"How...how..." I whispered to myself. Is this truly going to be the end? Will I ever see his again? The room was silent, with only the music playing. 
"He won...he won...he definitely won..." I said sadly. 
"The name's Oh Sehun. I hope we will never meet again. Sayonara." he smiled, gesturing me to the exit.

***

Five years later, I was reunited back with Sehun. 
"It's nice to see you again... How about I invite you over to my house." he said. I obviously accepted the offer.
His house was huge, with big portraits and paintings of himself. There was even a portrait of his . I was fascinated.
"Wow...Sehun...I--"
"No need for words. I have come to ask you again, one last chance. Are y