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Seungmin hated it. Seungmin liked it too much, and that's why he hated it. He must've won. He must've received the price. But here you were, taking it all from him, making him flustered just by the thought of how much power you were now holding upon him.

The truth or dare. The stupid game for drunk parties, when you already drunk all the alcohol, listened to all the music and left with nothing else but to play it. Seungmin couldn't remember why he agreed on this. Maybe, because you agreed too. Maybe, because he hoped to make you tell him the truth. But, no. He lost. And lost completely. And now he is facing the consequences.

"Seungmin-ah, wait!" You ran down the empty corridor and almost crush into his back when he suddenly stops.

"What?" He turns to you too quickly, brows furrowed, lips pursed together. He knows what you want, you can read it in his eyes. And the only thing that confuses you is his reaction. Because, why? Why is he like this? Doesn't he like it? Doesn't he want it as hard as you do? Were your assumptions wrong?

You glance at him, eyes slowly going up and down his face, taking in the details. "Do you have a minute?" You smile a little, hiding your hands behind your back. He nods without pronouncing a word. It takes you aback a little, but you shake it off. You know what you need. And you know what kind of result you want to get, "Seungmin."

"What, y/n? Can you, please, hurry up. I have a lecture in 2 minutes," he sighs, crossing his arms on his chest. "What do you need?"

"You know what I need," you smile apologetically at him, shoving a small blue paper in his face. "This."

Seungmin growls exhaustedly, rolling his eyes. He knows what it is, the paper. The price. The stupid price for winning this fucking game. He knows what's written there, and still, he rereads it. As if to make sure he's not dreaming.

"Why now, y/n?.." he whines, pouting. "Why here?.. And why the hell I should do this?"

"Because you lost, boy," you chuckle, trying to hide your nervousness. "And because I need it..."

"Why?" Seungmin stares at you tiredly, and you look away, embarrassed. "Because–" you hug your arms, rolling back and forth on your heels. "I need to show them the presentation. And– It makes me shake just to think about them staring at me, and–" you gulp, remembering how huge the classroom is. "Seungmin, please..."

"God!.." Seungmin growls exhaustedly, closing his eyes for a second. "You're unbelievable, y/n! Fuck..."

"I know, and I'm sor–"

One step. It takes him just one big step to get closer. And now he's right in front of you, breathing rapidly, staring at your lips. You squeeze the blue thin paper in your shaking hands when his palms cup your cheek. He doesn't wait, doesn't make you take a breath or close your eyes. His lips find yours a second later. Soft and hungry they move a bit harshly against yours, without shame. As if they were finally allowed to do the thing they wanted for so long.

It takes you off guard, his speed. You feel like he doesn't understand it himself, the way he leads you closer to the walls, pinning you down. You feel like he doesn't think properly, when his arms slide down to your hips, slowly finding the edge of your hoodie. But you didn't complain when his hot fingertips find their way to the skin on your stomach–

And then it clicks.

"I–" he steps away as rapidly as he approached you before. The fear appears on his face, making him take his hands off of you as fast as possible. "I– I'm sorry..." His breath hitches in his throat, and he runs a hand through his hair, praying for his heart to calm down. "God... You needed a peck or something– but I feel like I made you, even more, wound up before the presentation– I'm sorry." You stare at him, at the way he worriedly checks you out, your a bit messed up hair and crumpled clothes. "Fuck," he sighs again, biting his lower lip.

"Min..." You still can't believe it, the way he kissed you. The way he kissed you, and the way he touched you, and the way his feelings were still present on your lips. It could mean only one thing– "Do you like me?"

Seungmin freezes in the spot, staring back at you.

"Seungmin, do you like me?" You can't believe it. You need him to tell it himself. You need to hear the words slipping from his own mouth. "Seungmin–"

"30 seconds left till the lecture starts, baby. I'm sorry," he smiles nervously, carefully touching your arm. "I need to go."

"Seungmin!"

"What?"

"I want a peck too."

"God, y/n!.."

"Please..."

This time his lips brushes slightly against yours. He smiles, leaning in again and pecking them one more time. His fingers caress your cheeks lightly before he steps away, beaming at you. "I really should go," he sighs, waving sadly at you. You try to catch your last opportunity by grabbing his arm, turning him to face you, "Seungmin, do you like me?"

"Y/n, I need to go," he chuckles, trying to detach your fingers from his sleeve.

"Answer me, please!"

"Bye, y/n," he smiles, winking at you and running away.

"Seungmin!"

He stops only when he reaches the door to his classroom. You're standing there, staring at him from a distance, when he turns to face you, smiling. You smile back weakly at him, but then he does the thing that makes your heart skip a bit. Your face becomes hot, and knots tie in the stomach when he winks at you, again. And then– A finger heart. He shows you a finger heart.