Truth or dare, spin the bottle, drinking games and another thread of cliché games for frisky teenagers to play in their parties that Jun, as corny as he found them, couldn't refrain himself from participating.

Seven minutes in heaven was the choice for this round. Being shoved inside a tight ass closet with someone he couldn't even choose wasn't appealing at all to Jun, but he still decided to indulge and stay in the circle of people taking place in the game.

It would be too much of a casuality for him to be chosen by the bottle, right?

Right...?

Jun sighed when the door of the closet closed behind him, the giggles of his friends at the other side triggering some kind of irritation within him. To his reassurance, he turned to look at you, who looked just as helpless as him.

"It's just seven minutes," he said, not trying to sound annoyed as he knew this was not your fault at all. "They'll pass quickly, right?"