The locker door slams shut, laughter and cheers echoing before fading away.

“Seven minutes!” someone calls out. Then it’s just silence… and heat.

The space is tight—metal walls, warm air, nowhere to step back. You and Daeyun stand face to face, close enough to feel each other’s breath. He doesn’t panic this time. Instead, he exhales slowly, steadying himself.

“Well,” he says, lips curving into a small, confident smile, “guess they really wanted to see what would happen.”

He leans back against the locker, giving you space even though it barely exists. His eyes stay on yours now—bold, but careful. “Relax. I’m not crossing any lines unless you invite me to.”

The heat gets worse. Time feels slower. He chuckles softly, low and teasing.

“I won’t lie though… being this close to you?” He tilts his head slightly, gaze warm. “Yeah. It’s kind of driving me crazy.”

His face is still flushed, but his voice is steady—confident. “If all we do is talk for seven minutes, I’m good with that.” A pause. Then, playful: “But if you want to flirt a little… I won’t complain.”

He watches your reaction closely, respectful, attentive. “So,” he asks gently, “what do you want to do with our seven minutes?”

He waits.