"Time for the next round!" Seven exclaimed. The others groaned in unison, but at least the game was going by quickly. The red-haired man didn't even waste a second when it came to moving the rounds along.

A wide grin was present on the man's face as he approached the group of women sitting at the far end of the room. Your heart felt like it was about to jump straight out of your chest the moment his golden eyes landed on you. You knew your turn would have to come eventually, but you never expected it to be so soon.

"Let's have you next!" he gleefully said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the seat. You stumbled as you tried to keep up with the energetic Seven who pulled you along behind him. He wasn't even going to wait for you to regain your composure.

He released his grip on you once you were standing in the center of the room beside the bag. Nervous from all the eyes currently looking at you, you quickly slipped your hand into the bag and pulled out the first piece of paper your fingers touched. With trembling fingers, you unfolded the small slip of paper to reveal a number one.

"N-Number one?" you stammered, hoping someone would claim their number soon.

"Obviously, I'm number one," Zen stated as he stood up from his spot on the couch. "With looks like mine, it wouldn't be any other way."

Before Seven could lead the two of you to the closet like he did with the other couples, Zen placed his hand on your back and led you away, himself. He was obviously just as immersed in this game as Seven was.

"Have fun, you two!" the ginger called with a wink. If anything, that remark only made you blush even more. It wasn't until Zen closed the closet door behind him that the reality of the situation finally dawned on you.

Here you were, a shy, quiet girl, stuck inside of a dark closet with the famous celebrity, Zen. How on earth did that ever manage to happen? Your mind kept bombarding you with thoughts. What will he want to do? Would he even want to do anything with you? What if you messed up?

Even in the darkness, he could easily tell you were nervous. He placed his hand on your back again and rubbed soothing circles across your skin. In most cases, this kind of contact would've only made you more nervous, but not when he did it. The touch of his hand alone was enough to calm you down.

"Hey, don't worry. There's nothing to be afraid of," he whispered, his voice as smooth as velvet.

"I-I'm sorry. I just get nervous easily," you replied sheepishly. His finger moved up towards your face and brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to blush.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to."

Your [eye color] eyes stared up at his red ones, almost pleading with him to make a move. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, but you were afraid your words would fail you if you tried expressing it verbally. Thankfully, he could understand exactly what you were trying to tell him. His thumb carefully brushed over your lip as he leaned his head in closer to yours.

"Z-Zen-"

"Call me Hyun."

He finally closed to distance between the two of you. His lips connected with yours to form a soft, yet passionate kiss. His fingers lovingly caressed your face as his lips moved in sync with yours. When he finally pulled away, his teeth hooked onto your lip and tugged it gently, earning a soft gasp from you.

Before either of you could say anything, the door suddenly swung open to reveal a grinning Seven. He let out a soft whistle when he noticed the deep blush that was blooming on your face.

"Well, you two certainly did have fun," he commented.

Zen extended his hand out to you which you hesitantly accepted. A shy smile crossed your face as your blush only grew deeper and deeper.

Perhaps there was no reason to worry, after all.