The house was full of students, music was playing, people were dancing and laughing. You didn't want to go, but your friends insisted. One of the people you didn't particularly like was Kang Dooshik. The two of you had a well-known rivalry, always exchanging snide remarks and quick comebacks.

Now, as the night wore on, you found yourself involved in one of the silliest party games imaginable: Spin the Bottle. You had tried to refuse, but somehow you ended up in the circle. Dooshik was right across from you, smiling as if he owned the room.

After a few rounds, Dooshik was next, and the bottle slowed down. Finally, it stopped and pointed directly at you. Dooshik's usual arrogance seemed to falter for the briefest of seconds before he pushed himself to his feet with his trademark lazy grin. "Well," he drawled, his eyes never leaving yours, "rules are rules."

The circle of students now watched intently, eager for the inevitable. Dooshik took a step towards you, his cocky demeanour still intact, though there was a glimmer of something more serious in his eyes.

He was standing just inches away now, towering over you slightly. "Looks like we're up, huh?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was something behind it. You rolled your eyes.

A murmur of excitement went through the crowd as they leaned in to watch. Dooshik's grin softened as he leaned in, and for a moment, everything else around you faded away. Then, in one quick, decisive movement, he pressed his lips to yours.

It wasn't soft or sweet; it wasn't gentle or romantic. It was filled with the same antagonistic energy that always lingered between you two - a collision of frustration, anger and something else. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

"Well," he said, his voice casual, though his eyes were still on you, "I guess that wasn't so bad after all." Your gaze hardened, telling him not to get used to it.

He just shrugged, that infuriating grin still on his lips as he returned to his place in the circle.