Wild Game Night part 7

The grand foyer of the mansion echoed with the nervous energy of eight restless souls. The sprawling estate, usually a haven for their chaotic creativity, was now the stage for a game that promised to stir up more than just dust bunnies in the far corners. Stray Kids, along with their friends BTS, were indulging in a classic teenage pastime: Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Earlier, laughter had filled the air, punctuated by playful jabs and the occasional groan at a particularly unfortunate pairing. Now, however, the energy had shifted. Bang Chan, leader and the steady hand of Stray Kids, was currently locked in the walk-in closet with Hyunjin, the group's resident visual and a swirling vortex of charisma. The silence that pressed against the closet door was a stark contrast to the earlier joviality, thick with unspoken tension.

Inside, the space was cramped. Boxes of forgotten tour merchandise crowded the floor, making navigating a hazard. Hyunjin, his long legs tangled in a discarded banner, stumbled and found himself falling directly toward Chan. Chan's reflexes were swift, a natural instinct to protect, and he caught Hyunjin, their bodies pressed close. The air crackled.

They were inches apart. Chan's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the silent house. He could feel Hyunjin's breath on his skin, the faint scent of his cologne a heady mix of sandalwood and something sweet. Hyunjin's eyes, dark and intense, held a question that mirrored the one swirling within Chan.

"Sorry… I, uh…" Hyunjin stammered, his voice a breathy whisper.

"No, it's okay," Chan replied, each word a careful step over a fragile precipice. He shifted them both back, trying to create space, to regain control. But the proximity had stirred something deep within him, something he'd buried beneath layers of responsibility and leadership. He wanted more.

In a move that felt both impulsive and inevitable, Chan reached out, cupping Hyunjin's face in his hands. He didn't think; he just reacted to the pull, the desperate need to narrow the distance. His lips met Hyunjin's, and the kiss was slow, tentative at first, then deepening into a plea, a confession.

This wasn't a casual game, wasn't a teenage dare. This was years of buried glances, unspoken vulnerabilities, and a connection that ran deeper than friendship. It was a kiss that spoke more than words ever could.

When they finally broke apart, they were breathless. Hyunjin's cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and something akin to exhilaration.

"Chan..." he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "I..."

Chan interrupted him, his own heart laid bare. "I like you, Hyunjin. I like you more than a friend."

Hyunjin's answering smile was radiant. "I like you too, Chan. So much," he confessed, his voice filled with a vulnerability that Chan had never witnessed before.

The confession hung in the air, a palpable thing. They knew, both of them, that they had crossed a line, that this game had irrevocably altered their relationship. The air between them now was charged with an intimacy that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

They began touching, light touches at first—the brush of a hand across a cheek, nervous fingers entwining. Then, the touches deepened. Chan, emboldened by the truth they had spoken, nuzzled into Hyunjin's neck. He bit gently, leaving a dark bloom of purple against the pale skin, a mark that screamed ownership.

Hyunjin moaned, his body arching. "Chan…" he gasped, his voice thick with desire.

They moved faster then, their bodies entangled in the tiny space. Kisses were exchanged, harsh and demanding, and new marks were branded on skin. The sounds of their passion were muffled only by the thin walls of the closet. They were lost in their own world of shared desire.

Ten minutes later, the door swung open, revealing RM and Jin. Their faces were masks of amusement, their expressions far too knowing.

"Time's up, lovebirds," Jin said, his voice laced with a teasing drawl. RM barely suppressed a chuckle. They had heard everything.

Chan and Hyunjin flushed crimson, scrambling apart like startled deer. They emerged from the closet, their clothes slightly disheveled, their faces flushed with a mixture of shame and exhilaration.

The other members looked up, their faces a mixture of confusion and curiosity. The duo, determined to act as though nothing happened, sat down as if nothing had changed.

The game continued, and all though no one said anything they knew that things were different and that the secret behind a locked closet could stay there for now. As the night grew older they knew that in this house of chaos and love, one thing had stayed for sure, Bang Chan and Hyunjin's new found love.