The seven minutes seemed long, until they were actually in the little closet and unsure exactly what to do, it was clear that neither of them had played this game before, and they barely even knew each other. But somehow, when they were sitting together like this in the tiny space, it seemed weird just to wait it out. Pressing his lips against Daeās, just softly, not wanting to move too fast and trying to give the younger enough time to push him off or ask to stop, he just let the kiss linger. It wasnāt passionate, or deep by any stretch of the imagination, but then he couldnāt be accused of doing nothing. Pulling back a little, he smoothed Daeās hair back neatly, kissing his cheek. āDonāt worry, we donāt have to go further.ā
Dae didn't like parties, he didn't like big crowds or people who drank. But he'd agreed to come with a friend, who had subsequently ditched him for some girl he was clearly wanting to impress. Dae had come into conversation with the older man Kyuhyun, and with a few drinks under his own belt, he had agreed to join the game Seven Minutes in Heaven. But once he realized what it entailed, he had a few regrets. Feeling rather terrified, he was very relieved to be put in there with Kyuhyun. At least he seemed nice, and he had spoken to him a bit. The color in Dae's face was bright red, before during and after the slightly long kiss, returning it very clumsily. This was not really how he had pictured his first kiss to be, but it wasn't bad in any way. "T-thank you," he said stupidly. What was he saying that for? Was it for the kiss? Or for the understanding or lack of pressure to continue? Or what?
