“Did you ever doubt me?” Sae held your chin between his thumb and index finger. His gaze was half-lidded, but the usual bored look was replaced with concealed yearning. “Pucker up.”

You can’t tell why you agreed to this bet, or why he even placed it in the first place. It was simple: you’d give him a kiss if he won against your brother’s team. And he did. Of course.

Sae rarely cared about anything not relating to soccer and you were understandably puzzled.