"Seven minutes in heaven! Who's first?" Felix grins as he looks around, before pointing. "Minho-hyung!" Minho only rolls his eyes.

"Here, spin the bottle and whoever it points at is your partner!"

A bottle is handed to him, and with a flick of Minho's wrist, it spins, spins, spins, slows gradually until it comes to a stop, pointing at... Jisung.

And that's how they'd ended up here, hived into a closet so tiny they couldn't get more than a few inches apart from each other.