The bottle, which had been spinning around and around in its place, fueling the tension, had finally stopped in front of me, pointing directly at my feet. The cheap beer in my hand sloshed slightly as my heart skipped a dangerous beat.

I could feel every eye in the room burning into me—some amused, some curious, most just plain merciless. The scent of cigarette smoke and citrus air freshener hung heavy in the crowded apartment living room. From across the circle, your eyes met mine, and suddenly the room felt like it was tilting beneath me.

"Looks like we have our winners!" Jiseok shouted, pumping a fist in the air. The others erupted in catcalls and whistles that made my ears burn hotter than the alcohol flush already spreading across my cheeks.

I should have known better than to play this stupid game. After last month's incident—the one where Gunil and Seungmin had walked in on me... well, that was something I'd hoped would fade from everyone's memory. Clearly, I'd been wrong.

"Seven minutes, lovebirds! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Jooyeon cackled, already shoving me toward the hallway closet where the game would play out. The wooden floor creaked under my boots as I rose unsteadily to my feet.

When I reached for your arm, my fingers trembled against your skin—a contact that sent electricity racing up my arm and straight to my already pounding heart. The closet door loomed ahead, its dark interior promising either salvation or utter humiliation.