"Onto the next round!" Seven exclaimed as he bounded to the center of the room. As annoyed as the other men felt by the redhead's obnoxiously enthusiastic actions, at least the others had some sort of solace.

The game was already half-way done.

Seven quickly made his way to the group of girls who sat together. His eyes skimmed through everyone as you squirmed in your seat, too excited to sit still. Once his eyes moved past you once again, whatever last bit of patience you had left vanished.

"Let's see..." he mumbled. "Let's pick-"

You stood up, cutting off what he was about to say. "Me."

He raised an eyebrow at you before a smirk crossed his face. "I like the enthusiasm. Alright, miss [last name], you're up next."

Accepting his outstretched hand, you happily followed him to the center of the room where the bag laid on the table. Struggling to contain your excitement, you shoved your hand inside and felt around. You grabbed the first slip of paper that touched your fingers and pulled it out. Unfolding the tiny piece of paper, you revealed the number three.

"Number three?" you called out as you bounced on the balls of your feet in anticipation. A smile crossed your face as the blonde-haired boy stood up from his seat, nervousness radiating off of him.

"Well, you two couldn't be any more different," Seven teased as he patted Yoosung's back.

You grinned at both men before grabbing ahold of the younger's hand and pulling him along behind you. "It's okay," you called back to Seven. "Opposites attract, after all."

You led Yoosung into the closet yourself, not bothering to wait for Seven to do his usual job. Once you closed the door behind the two of you, he only seemed to grow more nervous. He obviously wasn't used to being in such close quarters with another person; especially not a girl.

"So... What kind of game is this anyway?" he asked hesitantly.

"It's not like your usual games," you told him. "We're supposed to kiss when we're in the closet together."

"Oh."

He stayed silent for a few moments. It was obvious the flustered man was blushing. He seemed to be struggling to find the right words to say. For the second time that day, your patience was wearing thin.

"Do you want to play?" you asked him, hoping he would agree.

"Uh... I'm not sure how good I will be, but... Yes."

Moving closer to him, you moved your hands slowly up his body until they reached his hair. You tangled your fingers within the dyed strands and tugged lightly. His breath hitched in his chest as you moved your face closer to him. His gasp was cut short when your lips connected with his, enveloping the two of you into a passionate kiss.

He was frozen for a few moments, but once he got used to the sudden kiss, he started moving his lips in sync with yours. His hands slowly moved up to your face where he cupped your cheeks in his palms.

Before the two of you pulled away, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, making it your turn to gasp. The thin line of saliva that clung to each of your lips was quickly broken when both you and he turned around to watch the closet door get slammed open.

"Aww, look at little Yoosung all grown up," he teased. "I guess opposites really do attract."