Two days ago, we lost a basketball game on purpose, which means Minho and I officially won with completing the list first.

Except Minho said that yesterday would not be the right day to tell Newt that, so I kept my mouth shut, no questions asked. Now we're swimming again. Water polo... again.

I remember last time. He wasn't pushing me under. I remember I wish he did, because he had been so close. Now I can't deny wanting him to do that exact thing again.

"Minho! Here!" Jeff nearly pushes me aside so he can catch the ball Minho throws. It's going so fast that I barely notice, until the ball lands right in my arms.

And Minho always throws perfectly, so no way he didn't do that on purpose.

I'm right beside the goal. Before I know it, I've thrown it past Thomas and scored, happy but confused as hell.

"That's my apology for pushing you underwater at the lake that day," he tells me quietly, lips close to my ear. Then he looks back up. "Sorry, Jeff. Thought she was on our team."

"Yeah, sure you did." The boy rolls his eyes.

The game continues like normal. At the end, I shower and dress into a pair of shorts and a simple green shirt Minho also gave me, then walk outside.

"Finally." I nearly let out a scream when he appears in front of me. "That took long. Okay, come on."

I pull a face. "Where are we going?"

"I'm making up for everything I did, remember?" He pulls me with him by taking my wrist. It sends a whole shot of electricity up my arm, which I ignore.

"Alright." He puts his hands on his hips once we stand in front the pool. "Remember when I pushed you in."

I give him a "what do you think, idiot" look, and he nods.

"Perfect. You've got the honor of pushing me in. Fully-clothed and all." Minho motions at his clothes.

I stare at him. "That's weird."

"But it would give you satisfaction, wouldn't it?"

"Sure it would."

"Do it, then."

I hesitate. It feels like he's planning something, but that's probably not it, according to his other apologies.

So I give him a push.

He remains standing, eyebrows up. "Well, you're gonna have to try at least a little bit."

"This is ridiculous."

"It's not as if you haven't touched me before."

My whole face gets burning red at that, and I push him as hard as I can. Now he does fall, straight into the pool with clothes and all. The satisfaction that washes over me is better than I thought it would be.

"And I'm not helping you out, because you'll pull me in," I add once he's up.

"Smart girl." Minho climbs out of the pool in such a smooth way, with the water dripping from him and all, that I have trouble looking somewhere else. "Oh. I also have to apologize for making you upset about the kiss. That's why you deserve a nice warm hug."

This freaking boy.

He wraps his arms around me, wetting my whole damn outfit. "I'll spare you from throwing you in."

When he lets go, my expression isn't exactly the happiest.

"Ahw, did my apologies not work? Maybe the last one will. I had no idea how I could make it up for stepping toward Eli and confronting him about the clothes, so I'll just say it like this: I am absolutely not sorry for stepping toward Eli and confronting him about the clothes because I already got you clothes, and I was pretty jealous. I also don't regret punching him. He pisses me off."

"You stole my punch," I say dryly.

"Punch me for it."

"Oeh, sure."

"I was kidding!" He yelps fast. "Kidding, kidding. Don't punch me in the face, please. Thank you. I'll get you a heavy bag."

"I think you made up for everything pretty good already," I'm now the one speaking fast. "Really. I don't need more apologies."

"Great! So can we kiss again?"

"What. The. Actu–

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and now he's speaking fast again. "Kidding– no, never mind, I was not. I don't know why I said that. I am not kidding at all. Or panicking. Like, at all. I'm not–"

"Perhaps you should get rid of that habit you have. Saying exactly what you think?" I tilt my head to the side, even though my insides are on fire.

I've got to stop talking around things. Especially things like this.

"I do not say everything that pops up in my mind out loud," he states.

"Yeah, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Prove it then, somehow. What crazy thing have you not told me?"

"That..." He stops, seems thoughtful, then sighs. "That you're really beautiful. Annoyingly beautiful. And that I like how I find you annoying because it's probably only my brain saying you're annoying while you're really just amazing– I never told you that." A short pause in which his face drops. "And I wish I didn't because that sounded awful."

I stare at him for a long time. I have no idea what to say. I know if I respond to him in no matter what way, I will regret it.

That's the problem. I'll regret every single thing I will ever do with Minho, or even close to him.

Or maybe, from the positive side, if I regret everything, it doesn't really matter how I will respond. The regret will be there, the satisfaction will be there.

I could straight up kiss him and regret it, but also be satisfied. I could push him in the pool again. I could punch him in the face, regret it, but be satisfied. Can run away, can tell him I think the same, can tell him nothing at all... I can do it all, except punching him or pushing him in the pool or running away won't fix any problems we have here.

He wants something real, Jennifer told me. He wants someone who will make him one of their first priorities. I don't want anything real. Don't want to be attached to anyone.

"Okay, just leave me standing here as I pray I somehow get buried alive right freaking now and will never have to face this embarrassment again," he mutters.

I look up. Don't want to be attached even when I already am attached to so many people. Lyndon, Thomas, my girl friends– I've been so busy thinking about Minho all the time that I have even gotten attached to him.

And look where the one night stand lead to. Plus, I know Minho. I know he probably wouldn't do anything wrong and for sure would protect me from Him, which wouldn't be the first reason to date him, of course, but still–

Jeez. My mind is having a fucking war with itself and for what.

"Yes," I say.

"What?" He frowns.

"Yes, we can kiss again."

"Don't run away."

"I won't."

"Don't pull the 'I'll leave it for a one time thing' again."

"I'll pull the 'I'll leave it for a two time thing'."

He presses his lips together. "Not funny."

"Jokes are supposed to be funny–"

His face lights up a bit. "It was a joke?"

"Yes," I say slowly. "I swear I won't regret it again."

"So you'd want to date me after all."

"If I survive that, yeah."

It's still confusing, because I've never decided I actually like him romantically, but I guess I kind of do. Even while he's annoying, which he will forever be.

"Alright, then." He steps closer, then pulls me closer by my waist. Just the hot feeling that rolls over me proves enough. Then our lips connected again.

Carefully at first, and we never make it as fast as the other... session. We just stand there, and I feel his hands and they feel so warm, even though he just got out of the pool. It feels like they're burning through me. In a good way.

I move my lips against his. They've stayed as soft as before, or maybe even got better. Tingles are spreading everywhere, giving me butterflies, shivers, and goosebumps all at once. Oh, can't forget the blush, either.

One of his hand moves to my neck, the other one stays on my waist. We're so close that our bodies have collided together seconds ago. I'm not sure if I got that right, though– I've lost track of time. I'm running my hand over his back. The other one simply sticks at the back of his head.

Then, with a last hum leaving my mouth, we apart, slowly. I can feel my chest moving up and down, fast and uncontrolled. He looks down at me, breathing just as heavily (or heavenly). Keeps holding me, lips plump and still half open from our kiss.

"Don't regret it?"

I shake my head. "No. And don't make me."

His lips catch a small smile. "I won't. As long as you keep your promise up. Trying something serious?"

I now nod. "Trying something serious."

"And immediately tell everyone that, or keep them tense for a little while?"

"That... I will decide later on."