Winning a Football match for you
“A dinner date. Just you and me.” I blinked at him, puzzled. Is he joking? No, he isn’t. His eyes told me that he wasn’t in any mood for joking. He was serious. My inner thought blabbered in my brain, but the cat caught my tongue. “I…I don’t know. How can you ask it so casually? I mean— We aren’t even something. I am just your junior—” He waggled his index finger and shook his head, making me bite my tongue. “No. That’s where you are wrong. You are more special than you think you are to me.” My breath hitched at his confession, and I couldn’t control the warmth approaching my cheek. “I know that was sudden, you can take your time.” He declared, and I gulped down nervously. The words were stuck in my throat, and I don’t know how to answer this question. This is the first time someone has asked me out, and I don’t know how to respond. All the other thoughts were blurred, and the chemistry equations were falling like an unsolved puzzle around my brain. He took a glance at his wrist watch and looked back at me with nothing but hope. Hope that I will answer him then and there, but nothing slipped past my mouth. “I’ll be back.” He declared and raised his feet off the chair, making a minimalistic sound against the marble floor. I watched him slide the chair under the table while looking at him, befuddled and puzzled. What am I supposed to do? I blinked and something in me shifted. I pushed myself up from the chair, the scrape of wood against the floor barely registering amidst my racing thoughts. He spun around, his attention captured before I even managed to call out his name. “Taehyung,” I whispered, my voice soft, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up at the sound. He hummed softly in response, turning fully to face me. “I’ll go with you, only if you win today’s match.”
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