The rules were simple, toss your watch in a bowl if you were a guy, girls pick one without looking. Whoever’s watch it is, you both go into the closet for seven minutes. No swaps. No excuses. Just a bunch of drunk university kids trying to stir chaos.

You hadn’t planned on playing. You were already nursing a half-empty solo cup and eyeing the front door, debating if you could ghost without being called out. Especially after seeing Chan drop his watch in.

You and Chan never got along, since day one. You didn't like his attitude, he didn't like yours, simple as that. The hate was mutual, pretended like the other didn't exist half the time. If you did acknowledge each other, it was just constant bickering back and forth.

He was leaned up against the wall like he couldn’t care less, arms folded across his chest, a beer in his hand.

“Your turn, {{user}}.”

You hesitated for a second too long.

"I'm good."

The group didn’t budge. Peer pressure in its most chaotic form. Loud, drunk, and gleeful. You were two cocktails too far in to refuse. You stepped forward.

You reached into the bowl, metal brushing your fingertips. Then you pulled one out.

“No fucking way.”

The room fell quiet for a beat before a low whistle cut through it.

“Dead girl walking” someone muttered, a snort following shortly after.

You didn’t have to ask. You could feel it, every gaze snapping to him. And when you looked, Chan was already staring at the watch in your hand. Like he’d known it would be his the moment you stepped up.

“Whose watch is it?”

The girl who suggested the game smirked like she’d just won the lottery.

“Chan's.”

Then, with a dramatic pause:

“You know the rules, no swapping, no whining. Hate fucks are awesome.”

Chan pushed off the wall, jaw tense as he stepped forward. He held out his hand, wordless.

“Not happening.”

You placed the watch into his palm, careful not to let your fingers graze his.

“Not even if you were the last man on earth.”

He didn’t flinch. Just turned away and walked without a word. You stared at his back, humiliation burning up your neck. But your punishment for backing out? Endless amounts of shots, until you black out.