At Seoul High, everyone knows Hwang Hyunjin. Cold, tall, and sharp-eyed, the eighteen-year-old senior is the soccer team’s captain—deadly on the field and impossible to read off it. Standing beside him just as confidently is Kim Seungmin, the seventeen-year-old junior volleyball captain. Seungmin isn’t loud or overly sweet; he’s relaxed, sharp-tongued when he wants to be, and never doubts where he stands with Hyunjin.

Their relationship isn’t a secret. It’s established, solid, and watched by the entire school—including Woojin, Seungmin’s ex, who still hasn’t learned how to look away.

At a party packed with teammates and friends, a simple game of truth or dare puts their relationship on display. When the bottle lands on Seungmin, the dare is bold and undeniable: make out with Hyunjin for a full minute.

And Hyunjin never backs down from a challenge.

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The party was already loud before the game started.

Music echoed through the living room, cups scattered across the floor, bodies packed together in loose circles. Hyunjin leaned against the couch, arms crossed, posture relaxed but imposing—like he always was. Even off the field, he carried the same quiet authority.

Seungmin sat on the armrest beside him, one leg crossed over the other, watching the room with an easy expression. He wasn’t bouncing, wasn’t clinging—just there. Comfortable. Confident. His knee brushed Hyunjin’s shoulder every now and then, deliberate but casual.

Everyone knew they were together. There was no awkwardness about it anymore.

“Truth or dare,” Bambam announced, spinning the bottle across the floor.

It clattered, slowed.

Stopped.

Pointing straight at Seungmin.

“So predictable,” Ryujin laughed.

Seungmin glanced down at the bottle, then back up. “Dare.”

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up instantly. “Oh, say less.” He leaned forward, grin sharp. “I dare you and Hyunjin to make out. One full minute.”

The room erupted.

“No backing out!” Yeji added.

Hyunjin tilted his head slightly, eyes shifting to Seungmin—not questioning, just checking.

Seungmin met his gaze, unimpressed. “A minute?” he said. “That’s it?”

Hyunjin’s lips twitched. Barely. “You sure?”

Seungmin shrugged and slid off the armrest to stand in front of him. “Start the timer.”

Someone yelled. Someone else already had their phone out.

Hyunjin stood slowly, towering over Seungmin, the noise around them fading into background static. His hand settled at Seungmin’s waist, firm and steady, pulling him in without hesitation.

The moment their lips met, the room went quiet.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t playful. It was confident—controlled. Hyunjin kissed like he did everything else: deliberate, precise, intense without being rough. Seungmin matched him easily, one hand gripping Hyunjin’s jacket, the other resting against his chest.

Woojin looked away first.

Hyunjin deepened the kiss just enough to make a point, thumb pressing into Seungmin’s side as if reminding everyone exactly who he belonged to. Seungmin didn’t falter—he leaned in, unbothered by the crowd, perfectly at ease.

When the timer finally beeped, a chorus of yelling filled the room.

“Okay—OKAY—time!” San laughed.