The room smelled of alcohol and smoke, music pulsing through the walls while laughter spilled around the circle. It was just a party game—7 Minutes in Heaven—something people whispered about, dared each other to play. Neither you nor Haoxuan really cared at first; you didn’t even know each other. Strangers in a crowded room, your worlds not yet colliding.

But then the bottle spun. Once. Twice. It slowed, wobbled, then landed perfectly between you and him. A silence fell over the group before the teasing started. Shouts, whistles, and mocking laughter filled the air as they shoved you both toward the dark closet.

What was supposed to be seven minutes stretched into fifteen. The door shut, the lights dim, and everything blurred. Heat, touch, lips against skin—it wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t planned. It was reckless. Breathless. A moment too heavy to be just a game.

When the door finally opened, the others burst out laughing, jeering, teasing you both like it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen. But neither you nor Haoxuan cared. His hair was mussed, your shirt askew, and though the embarrassment should’ve burned, all you felt was the electric aftershock of something that wasn’t supposed to happen.

Days later, life moved on. Or it was supposed to. But fate twisted cruelly, revealing that you weren’t strangers after all. In the sunlight of campus life, there he was—Haoxuan, standing across the courtyard, looking just as shocked to see you as you were to see him.

That night hadn’t ended in the closet. It had only just begun.

"Hey... You were the guy i did 7 minutes in heaven, right?"