"Alright, ladies, get ready for the next round," Seven exclaimed as he clapped his hands together. "Oh, and you too, girls."

"Very funny," remarked Vanderwood in an exasperated tone. He was still none too pleased, as well as the rest of the men, to be stuck playing this silly game. They all just wanted it over with and the only way for that was to get through the whole game.

"Why thank you, madam," the mischievous red-head teased before turning his attention to the girls who sat together. "Now who should go next?"

He kept moving his gaze from girl to girl before his eyes landed on you. What seemed to be a spark of fascination flashed across his face before he grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat.

"You're perfect for this round!"

You stumbled to regain your footing as he pulled you along behind him eagerly to the center of the room. As excited as you were to have your turn of the game, your thrill to start playing was no match to the ever so energetic, Seven.

Walking over to the bag that held the various numbers, you reached your hand inside and grabbed the first slip of paper you felt. You pulled your hand out slowly while gripping the piece of paper in your hands. Unfolding the slip, you revealed the number 7 written clearly on the crumpled paper.

"Number seven?" you called out, waiting for the person to step forward. Little did you know that the person you got was already standing beside you.

"What luck! I'm already next to go!" Seven exclaimed.

"You're number seven? How fitting," you joked.

Placing his hand on your back, he led you towards the closet located in the back of the room. You felt your heart racing with excitement as you walked with him. All you wanted was to make this game the most memorable one ever. After he opened the closet door for you, he motioned for you to step inside before following suit.

"I'll trust one of you to let us out once our seven minutes are up," he told the men sitting outside before closing the door.

All light was immediately snuffed from the closet. All you could see was the faint outline of Seven standing before you. You didn't even need to see him to know that he was grinning widely. He seemed just as excited as you were to start the game.

"So, [name]," he said softly, stretching his arms up in the air nonchalantly. "What do you want to do?"

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, he took a step forward and tripped over something unbeknown to you. He came crashing down to the floor with a loud thud before he could regain his balance.

"Saeyoung! Are you okay?" you asked worriedly as you kneeled down over him.

The ginger wheezed a little before his smirk reappeared on his face. He chuckled before saying, "I totally meant to do that."

"Sure you were-"

He didn't even let you finish uttering your sarcastic before he mashed his lips against yours. It was a passionate kiss; one that completely took you by surprise. Once your brain finally managed to register what was going on, you kissed him back, mimicking the same movement his lips were making.

One moment you were hovering above him when the next, you were lying on your back with him on top of you. He had a surprising amount of strength for someone who spent most of their time on a computer.

He placed his hands on either side of your face as he deepened the kiss. A breathy moan managed to escape from your mouth as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip, pulling ever so gently. His tongue snaked across your lips in an attempt to ask for permission into your mouth. You gladly accepted and opened your mouth slightly for him.

Your tongue and his collided together to begin a dance of passion. The tongues swirled around each other until he broke the motion. He pushed his tongue deeper into your mouth to explore every inch of the wet chasm. When he finally pulled away, he left you gasping for air. He didn't even give you enough time to recover before he started leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw all the way to your neck.

His lips peppered your neck with soft kisses. His teeth nibbled on the sensitive flesh causing you to moan with each bite. His teeth pulled and sucked on your skin, leaving a plethora of visible hickies across your neck.

"S-Saeyoung," you moaned as your fingers entangled in his hair, tugging on the strands. This only encouraged him to keep going.

"You better finish it up, Seven, I'm about to open the door," Zen called from outside the closet. In a panicked hurry, he fumbled off of you and you sat up in an attempt to seem inconspicuous

When Zen opened the door, you and Seven stared up at him and the others who stood behind him with a smile that feigned innocence. They weren't easily fooled by it.

"What happened in here?" Zen asked.

"Why on earth would you think we did something in here?" Seven countered, placing his hand over his heart in an act of shock.

"Why are you both on the ground then?" Yoosung questioned.

"It's more comfortable to sit."

"Why does she have bruises on her neck...?" Saeran inquired hesitantly.

"I-I fell," you stammered, a blush as dark as Seven's hair blooming on your face.

"A very convenient place to fall on," Jumin commented with crossed arms.

"Oh, whatever," Seven said as he stood up, helping you to your feet as well. "Seven-oh-Seven the Defender of Justice has struck again to show you, ladies, the proper way to play this game."

Grabbing your hand, he led you out of the closet behind him, leaving the rest of the guys standing there.

Now to see if any of them will be able to beat this round.