The Bet

Once Xing Han caught up, he grabbed Kyle by the waist and leaned over to Kyle's ear, "So, you want to play it like that, huh?"

Kyle laughed, leaning on Xing Han as he answered sweetly, "Shall we make a bet then?"

"Who caves in first?" Xing Han asked.

"The stakes?" Kyle asked back.

"If I win, pork chops everyday!" Xing Han exclaimed, his mouth-watering.

"If I win, instant noodles every week!" Kyle grinned.

Xing Han stared at Kyle, "No. Another one. That's too unhealthy for you. The stakes are too high."

Kyle tsked. Even at this, Xing Han was taking his responsibilities seriously, "Fine. Then no making me come out for Valentine's Day. You take my spot."

Kyle grinned widely at that as Xing Han paled.

"Deal," he said grudgingly, "Unless if you're on tour - then choose something else."

"Agreed," Kyle said, "So we shall portray to the lovely world how much we looooove each other. If you cringe, you lose."