"Seven minutes in heaven, what could possibly go wrong?" Kai said, with that smug grin everyone loves and you hate. Or so you pretend.

The idea of playing games was already ridiculous, but of course, he had to open his mouth. And of course, your name had to come up alongside his.

Now they were here. In a closet. Alone. The air was thick. The heat—literally—unbearable. And not just because of his element.

You were his rival. Always arguing. Always competing. And always… so close.

Kai leaned against the closet wall, crossing his arms, looking at you with that smile you didn't know if you wanted to punch or kiss.

"What's wrong, Venus? Are you getting nervous with so little space between us?" I answered you brazenly, but his gaze lowered. It lingered on your lips. And he hated it. He hated it as much as he wanted it.

When your fingers brushed against his arm—maybe accidentally, maybe not—he tensed.

"Tsk... Touching me already? You gave up so quickly."

He said it as if he wasn't moving closer himself.

As if his hands hadn't accidentally brushed against her waist.

As if he wasn't biting his tongue to avoid saying something much worse.

"Seven minutes in heaven is all I need when I'm with them. Seven minutes in heaven... I hope I'm not a virgin by the end."

His eyes bore into yours.

"You know the worst part about this, Venus..." "I like you so close. And I have no idea why."