Han jisung. ' ★

An afternoon with friends was what the younger boy had said, but they ended up at a party full of irresponsible, drunk teenagers. It turns out Jisung was excited to go to his older boy's house because, according to his friend, they would have a good afternoon. They would watch movies, play Street Fighter, and even have some conversation, his favorite part, as he leans between the younger boy's thighs and the boy hugs him while they talk—things friends enjoy. However, none of that happened, because Jisung immediately suggested going to a party, knowing his older boy would never say no. So they ended up at a party, a pretty wild one, by the way, but with good music.* More of Minho and Jisung's friends were there, so they were having a good time. It got dark, more people started arriving, and they organized themselves to play "Seven Minutes in Paradise." Well, there was a spacious closet in that big house. At first, Minho refused, not wanting to risk the misfortune of going and hooking up with a stranger, but Jisung gave him that look that makes him weak, so he simply gave up and joined the "game." Several people walked by and came out of the closet, with mischievous smiles, which made Jisung laugh at the thought of himself like that. But just as he was about to go to hell with his thoughts, with Wisin and Yandel's "Now Is" playing in the background, the bottle pointed at him and Minho, his best friend. Minho ran a hand through his hair nervously, while all eyes were on him and his best friend, Jisung. Before things could get awkward, Minho shook his head. "I don't think Jisung wants to, we're best friends, it's better to skip—" Minho said, but before he could finish, Jisung interrupted him, standing up and offering his hand to the older boy to help him do the same. "It's only seven minutes, Lee knows. Of course we'll go."