"Only three more rounds left!" Seven proclaimed. "You guys better make it good."

"Just get on with it," Vanderwood said with an exasperated sigh.

"Aye aye, Ms. Vanderwood!" Without wasting another second, Seven made his way over to the remaining girls. He walked back and forth past each one, examining which one would he thought would be best for that round. He suddenly stopped moving directly in front of you.

"Let's pick you!"

"Ah, okay," you replied, slightly surprised he decided to pick you. Grabbing your hand, he led you to the center of the room like he did with the previous girls. You slowly approached the bag and carefully stuck your hand inside. You rummaged through the few remaining pieces of paper before grabbing one you felt would be good. Removing the slip of paper from the bag, you unfolded it to reveal the number two.

"Who's number two?" you asked the group of men.

A black-haired man dressed in a business suit stood up and adjusted his sleeves before walking to the center of the room himself. He revealed the similar slip of paper he held in his own hand which also had a number two written on it.

"I believe that would be me," Jumin stated calmly.

"Let's get you two lovebirds in the closet!" Seven exclaimed. As per usual, he led you and Jumin into the nearby closet before locking the door behind you both.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments. Neither of you knew what to say nor what to do. You yearned for him to make a move, but he didn't seem too obliged to do anything. At least, not yet.

"This is the kissing game, correct? I believe I remember reading this in the Urban Dictionary," he finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yes, it is."

"Now, forgive me if I sound too abrupt. The last thing I want is to tarnish my reputable image, but I must ask; do you want to play this game with me?"

"I... uh..." you stammered, shocked by his question. "Yes."

"Perfect."

Before you could react, he placed his hands on your waist and kissed you, enveloping your lips with his. It was a soft kiss at first, but once you started getting more into it, he deepened the kiss further. His tongue flicked across your bottom lip before entering your mouth and connecting with your tongue.

As your tongues swirled against each other, fighting for dominance, Jumin started backing you up until your body was trapped between the wall and his body. His hands started moving ever so slowly up your body until they reached your own hands. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall. You gasped at this sudden action, allowing his tongue to successfully dominate your own.

Pinning both of your hands with just one of his, he used his free hand to travel up your shirt and explore your bare skin. At that point, you and he were so breathless from the fiery kiss that you were both shaking from lack of oxygen, yet neither of you wanted to pull away. It wasn't until the closet door suddenly swung open that the two of you gave in.

"Wow, Jumin. You really got into the game," Seven teased.

Ignoring the red-haired man, Jumin looked at you. "I'm sorry if I did anything too inappropriate."

"No, it's okay," you honestly replied, still breathless. "I really enjoyed it."

If only you and he could've gone further.