"Only two more rounds left! You guys better make them good!" Seven announced to the group of people who released a sigh of relief. They couldn't help but revel in the thought of this game they were forced to play coming to an end.

Seven, as usual, made his way over to the group of girls. With only two girls left, he found that deciding amongst them was far more difficult than choosing between seven girls. You felt your heart flutter with a mix of excitement and nervousness when his eyes eventually landed on you, a smirk soon after making its way onto his features.

"Let's have you go now!" he exclaimed. He extended his hand to you which you gladly accepted and followed him to the center of the room. It was nerve-wracking to know that you would soon be paired up with one of these men to be alone in the closet, but you were excited nonetheless.

Reaching your hand inside the bag, you shuffled around the two remaining slips of paper and pulled out the one that felt just right. Pulling out the piece of paper, you unfolded it to reveal the number six messily written on the inside.

"Who is number six?" you called to the small crowd of men. A mint-haired man wearing dark sunglasses slowly stood up, holding his walking stick in his hand.

"Ah. I guess that's me," he said, a small smile forming on his lips. He made his way over to you, able to maneuver around the room surprisingly easy with the help of his walking stick. He stopped right before you and held out his free hand for you to take. "Although the situation may be a little awkward, it's a pleasure to be paired with you."

"The same goes for you," you replied, happily accepting his hand. You helped lead him into the closet where Seven closed the door behind the two of you. Neither of you let go of each other's hand and you hoped he wouldn't pull away. His hand felt so soft in yours. It was a feeling you quite enjoyed.

"I'm assuming you agreed to play this little game?" Jihyun questioned, slight amusement present in his voice. "I hope that Luciel didn't force you to play like us."

"No, I really did want to play," you responded.

"Did? I didn't mean to stop you from playing."

"No, no!" you replied quickly, worried about offending him. "It's not that. I just don't want to force you to play something you're not interested in."

His head moved closer to you until you could feel his warm breath hitting your face. "Who said I wasn't interested?" he asked in a breathy whisper.

Before you knew what you were doing, your head was already closing the gap between the two of you. In seconds, your lips were pressed firmly against his. He moved his hand away from yours to bury his fingers in your [hair color] hair. Your arms locked around his neck as you deepened the kiss further, relishing the feeling of his lips against yours.

His fingers tugged roughly at your hair as his tongue flicked across your bottom lip before entering your mouth. His tongue paid extra special attention to yours before exploring every inch of your mouth. Oh, how he yearned to explore every inch of your whole body. Keeping one hand tangled in your [hair length] hair, the other traveled slowly down your body until reaching the hem of your shirt. His hand snaked up underneath the fabric, his skin touching your skin.

His hand moved across your stomach and he relished the feel of your soft skin. Just being able to touch you, even in a non-sexual manner, made him feel overjoyed. He only wished he could feel every part of your body.

Before the heat of the moment could make either of you go any further, the door was thrown open by the ever so mischievous Seven. You and Jihyun slowly pulled away from each other, both faces tinged with a deep shade of red.

"You two certainly had fun," teased Seven who bore a wide smirk.

"Yes, Luciel," Jihyun said, taking your hand in his. "We most certainly did."