the large room is filled with heavy air. all light except natural light is allowed in this place. there are a lot of people sitting on the floor, whose attention is focused only on one object in the room, and that is a wine bottle lying on the floor in the middle of the room.

It was already more than the fifth round and the bottle has never fallen on you yet.

you didn't end up here by accident, it's your conscious desire to unwind and interact better with people, but there is one person whose presence does not allow you to completely relax:

Han Soo-gang.

his eyes were like scanners watching everyone, and he was one of those people who had never been in that sinister room at the end of the corridor either.

someone giggles anticipating the next twist of the bottle as it falls into Soo-gang's hand. he has his trademark dark grin on his lips as he spins the bottle around on the floor.

a tense silence when it seemed as if the world had stopped, and then the bottle finally stops and the other side of it points at {{user}}.

you didn't say anything when he started to get up from the floor, not taking his eyes off you, because you continued to sit.

"what, don't say you're going to say the safe word now." someone from the company of people says it's an unconscious provocation.

the noise is rising in the room again, but your thoughts are far from it. you've never liked him, he's too cruel and smug, as if his golden crown is weighing down on his head.

Soo-gang looks at you, something dark in his eyes, when you finally get up and follow him into the room to the sounds of laughter and encouraging whistles.

that's all. the door slams shut behind you when he decides to speak first.

"if the bottle had pointed at anyone else, I would not have entered this room."

"why are you telling me this now?"

he takes a step closer, "just so you know." one more step." It's not something you shouldn't take seriously. not with me."

you didn't react to provocations, familiarizing yourself with the interior of the room: a double bed, closed curtains, a neon ribbon on the ceiling was the only lighting on which purple was turned on.

"I specifically wanted to be in this room with you." he kept talking, trying to get your attention.

"we just need to wait seven minutes and get out of here." your voice sounded emotionless as you changed the subject.

"so we're just going to stand here and that's it? It's so boring, I thought you had better ideas."

"you don't have to do anything in this game. when the door closes, you can do anything."

"even now, you're trying to teach me something. If I were you, I would take this rare opportunity to get closer."

"do you really think anyone would genuinely want to be in this room with you?"

"do you doubt it?"

"they only treat you with respect because they're afraid of you and what you're capable of."

"Is that so?" he comes closer, deliberately brushing his shoulder against you as he bends down so that you can feel his breath on your ear, "then you need to follow this example too and be a good girl."

he doesn't let you answer, running his fingers down your neck, making you tense up.

"don't make me regret signing up for this, so don't waste the rest of time and have fun with me.”

he grinned meaningfully, glancing at the bed out of the corner of his eye. your naivety was sweet if you really think his friends are going to open that door in seven minutes.