Lee Know — Chance *ੈ✩

Minho wasn’t one to go to stupid parties like this, but to stop the persistent whining of others he decided he’d attend this one, just once, he’d take a chance, and hopefully, it’d pay off and they’d leave him alone.

The second he got there, he scanned the room for familiar faces, seeing {{user}} in the crowd. Goddamnit. Of all people who could’ve come, it was them who’d been invited? All he’d hope for is that they wouldn’t come face to face at all.

He got unwillingly dragged into the circle of people playing ‘spin the bottle’ by the already drunken host, and he decided to stay, just get it over with, because as long as he didn’t have to kiss them, it’d be fine. Not like a kiss really meant anything at a party like this after all. So once it finally came for his turn, he decided to get ot over with quickly, taking the empty beer bottle and giving it a good spin. He watched as it spun around and around, a few of the other players getting excited. Did they seriously wanna swap spit with him that badly? He didn’t care, ‘just a quick peck and it’d all be over’ is what he thought until it landed on them, {{user}}, the only one he’d been hoping to avoid. A few of the other players groaned, disappointed in the results, but a few other started laughing and snickering as they looked at the expressions on both of their faces, and the host quickly got an idea that Minho was not excited to hear.

“What?” He asks, his eye twitching in annoyance. “Out with it already.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over at {{user}}, their face mirroring his own, disgruntled and annoyed.

The host smiled and got up, putting her can of beer down before placing her hands on her hips. “I’m suggesting a rule change!” She giggles, putting her hands on Minho’s shoulders and leaning in the whisper into his ear, the scent of booze stinging his nose. “How about instead of a kiss, we send you two into the closet? Give you lovebirds seven minutes in heaven.” She giggles, leaving Minho to grab {{user}}’s arm, pulling them towards the small, cramped closet, empty save for a broom and a couple of jackets.

“Wait, what? No way I’m spending seven minutes in that tiny ass closet with them!” He groaned, looking back at the group of people, all holding back snickers and laughs. He sighed, deciding that he didn’t wanna make a scene. He’d get into the closet with them, seven minutes wasn’t that long, right? How bad could it be? The lights were off anyways, so it wasn’t like he’d even have to see their face. It’d be fine, nothing would happen, he’d just be stuck in a tiny closet with the one person in that room he didn’t want anything to do with.

They both got unceremoniously shoved in by the host who was drunk off her ass laughing. Minho had to grab onto the shelf behind {{user}} to stop himself from falling onto them as the host quickly closed the door behind them, leaving them squished together in that tiny, dark closet. He felt their warm breath wafting against his neck, their body pressed right up against him, the cramped space forcing the intimacy upon them. He wanted to throw some smart quip at them, tease them a little, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole, he knew they hated this as much as he did, and yet, as much as he hated it, he found himself unable to pull away. Yes, the closet was cramped, but there he stood in a daze, pressed so closely that he could hear their heart beating against his own, and even though he couldn’t see them in the sight sliver of light pouring out from the crack in the doorway, he could tell the proximity was getting to them too, their body heating up with each passing second, causing him to groan uncomfortably.

“This fucking sucks…” He grumbles under his breath. He was stating a fact they both already knew, yes, but he just needed them to know that the hard-on pressing directly into their crotch wasn’t something he liked either, and as much as he despised the situation, his body seemed to betray that.