Minho

When you arrived in South Korea with your friends, you dreamed of hooking up with handsome Korean men. You looked perfect, but you couldn't find any decent guys, and you didn't want to waste your time on random guys.

On the beach, you noticed that all the attractive girls had already been taken by Korean women. Meanwhile, a stream of expensive cars was streaming past, heading toward the capital. A friend suggested a game of "kiss or slap" with the drivers of the flashy cars.

Your friends were unlucky: boring diplomats looked out of the windows, sending you off to do more serious things.

When it was your turn, a red race car pulled up to the beach. You stopped it, knocked on the window, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It fell.

"An-nyeon, oppa, I made a five-hundred-thousand-won bet with my friends that I could win the most kisses. Could you help me out, hmm?"

— You just have to choose: a kiss or a slap.

Minho's dark eyes studied you carefully. His suit marked him as a "big fish." He grinned and rolled down the window.

• How can I refuse such a beautiful lady?

He briefly touched your lips. Your friends whistled.

"Oops, you really helped me out! You're a good kisser," you blew him a kiss.

Minho caught the gesture and nodded towards the empty seats.

"Would you like to take a ride to Seoul? I can take you all to a decent restaurant."