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“Zen still isn't back. I tried calling him a few times, but he didn't answer his phone.” Smiling wide, Yoosung shrugged. “I guess that means I'm your host still. Better just get used to it.” Still not quite sure how to run the game, Yoosung slowly meandered around the room. After a couple of moments, he stopped in front of you. “I don't know how I'm supposed to pick the next player, so how about you go next? You don't mind, do you?”

“Not at all. Someone's got to do it, right?” Hoping to your feet, you made your way to the bowl of items and placed your hand inside. After a few seconds of feeling around, you felt a quick sting of pain as something latched itself onto your finger. With a gasp, you jerked your hand out of the bowl, causing whatever had attached itself to you to go flying across the room. “What in the world was that?”

Your answer came in the form of 707 laughing. “Just a little joke. Don't worry, you'll be fine.” Still giggling to himself, 707 picked up the contraption and pocketed it. “If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm going to be your partner.”

“I'm pretty sure she knows.” Secretly feeling a little bad for you, Yoosung sighed. “Anyway, we should get you two in the closet. We still have a lot of people that need to play the game.”

You followed Yoosung's lead, but stopped just short of going inside. Arms crossed, you turned to 707 and gave the most serious expression you could muster. “I'm not going in there unless you promise that there will be no more funny business.”

707 was silent for a moment, hoping that you would just give in without him making that promise. When you didn't recant, however, he agreed. “Okay, if I have to. I promise.”

You didn't believe him completely, but he had promised, and that was all you could ask for. “Fine. If you break your promise, you're going to be sorry.” With a snort, you turned on your heel and marched into the dark closet. 707 followed close behind, and without a word, Yoosung locked the two of you inside. Not even a full second later, you felt 707 wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lift you into the air. Totally powerless, you frantically swung your legs around, trying to free yourself from him. “H-hey, what are you doing? I thought I said no funny business!”

Once again, your partner started to laugh. “You did, but this isn't funny business. This is just how I've decided to play the game.” Refusing to let you go, 707 nuzzled his nose against your neck before kissing you there.

“Cut it out.” More embarrassed than anything else, you pleaded with him to stop. “If you're not going to stop, at least put me down.”

“But if I put you down, you might run off, or slap me.” He laughed. “I don't really want to get slapped today.”

“I'm not going to slap you. I promise.” Sure, you were plenty embarrassed, but that wasn't reason enough to make you slap him. Besides, he was technically playing the game. He was just doing it in an odd way.

“Hmm, I guess if you promise.” After placing one more kiss on your neck, 707 reluctantly lowered you to your feet. “I think to be safe though, I'm going to hold on to you until Yoosung comes back. That way, if you were going to slap me, I could make a run for it.”

“I already told you that I wasn't going to slap you.” You wiggled around in his arms once more, but quickly stopped after realizing that it was no use. “Stop being such a scaredy cat already. This is pathetic.”

“I'm not being a scaredy cat, I'm just playing it safe.” Chuckling under his breath, 707 began gently nibbling at your shoulder.

Yet again, you started to blush. “Sure you are.” Ignoring your words, 707 continued to nibble and kiss at your neck, shoulders and throat. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. The problem wasn't that you wanted him to stop, it was more the fact that you had little control over what was happening. Suddenly, without any warning at all, 707's roughly bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. Taken completely by surprise, you couldn't hold back a loud, throaty gasp.

“Whoops. It looks like I went too far that time.” Laughing to himself, 707 finally let go of you. “I'm sorry about that.”

“No you're not.” Flustered beyond words, you awkwardly stepped away from him and placed your hand where he'd bit. You knew without seeing it that he'd left a mark. “Why would you do that? Everyone's going to see it.”

707 nodded. “Exactly.”

Before 707 had a chance to explain himself, the door opened and the light was turned on. “You're time-.” Yoosung stopped talking and let his mouth drop open. “Whoa, your neck's all red. What happened to it? Are you okay?”

“N-nothing happened. I'm totally fine. I've got to go.” Slapping your hand over your neck once more, you rushed out of the closet and made a beeline for the exit. Unbeknownst to you, 707 didn't plan on letting you get away that easily, and was only steps behind you.

“Everyone keeps leaving me.” Confused and feeling a little left out, Yoosung slumped over and sighed. “I want a turn too you know.”

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“Zen still isn't back. I tried calling him a few times, but he didn't answer his phone.” Smiling wide, Yoosung shrugged. “I guess that means I'm your host still. Better just get used to it.” Still not quite sure how to run the game, Yoosung slowly meandered around the room. After a couple of moments, he stopped in front of you. “I don't know how I'm supposed to pick the next player, so how about you go next? You don't mind, do you?”

“Not at all. Someone's got to do it, right?” Hoping to your feet, you made your way to the bowl of items and placed your hand inside. After a few seconds of feeling around, you felt a quick sting of pain as something latched itself onto your finger. With a gasp, you jerked your hand out of the bowl, causing whatever had attached itself to you to go flying across the room. “What in the world was that?”

Your answer came in the form of 707 laughing. “Just a little joke. Don't worry, you'll be fine.” Still giggling to himself, 707 picked up the contraption and pocketed it. “If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm going to be your partner.”

“I'm pretty sure she knows.” Secretly feeling a little bad for you, Yoosung sighed. “Anyway, we should get you two in the closet. We still have a lot of people that need to play the game.”

You followed Yoosung's lead, but stopped just short of going inside. Arms crossed, you turned to 707 and gave the most serious expression you could muster. “I'm not going in there unless you promise that there will be no more funny business.”

707 was silent for a moment, hoping that you would just give in without him making that promise. When you didn't recant, however, he agreed. “Okay, if I have to. I promise.”

You didn't believe him completely, but he had promised, and that was all you could ask for. “Fine. If you break your promise, you're going to be sorry.” With a snort, you turned on your heel and marched into the dark closet. 707 followed close behind, and without a word, Yoosung locked the two of you inside. Not even a full second later, you felt 707 wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lift you into the air. Totally powerless, you frantically swung your legs around, trying to free yourself from him. “H-hey, what are you doing? I thought I said no funny business!”

Once again, your partner started to laugh. “You did, but this isn't funny business. This is just how I've decided to play the game.” Refusing to let you go, 707 nuzzled his nose against your neck before kissing you there.

“Cut it out.” More embarrassed than anything else, you pleaded with him to stop. “If you're not going to stop, at least put me down.”

“But if I put you down, you might run off, or slap me.” He laughed. “I don't really want to get slapped today.”

“I'm not going to slap you. I promise.” Sure, you were plenty embarrassed, but that wasn't reason enough to make you slap him. Besides, he was technically playing the game. He was just doing it in an odd way.

“Hmm, I guess if you promise.” After placing one more kiss on your neck, 707 reluctantly lowered you to your feet. “I think to be safe though, I'm going to hold on to you until Yoosung comes back. That way, if you were going to slap me, I could make a run for it.”

“I already told you that I wasn't going to slap you.” You wiggled around in his arms once more, but quickly stopped after realizing that it was no use. “Stop being such a scaredy cat already. This is pathetic.”

“I'm not being a scaredy cat, I'm just playing it safe.” Chuckling under his breath, 707 began gently nibbling at your shoulder.

Yet again, you started to blush. “Sure you are.” Ignoring your words, 707 continued to nibble and kiss at your neck, shoulders and throat. You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. The problem wasn't that you wanted him to stop, it was more the fact that you had little control over what was happening. Suddenly, without any warning at all, 707's roughly bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. Taken completely by surprise, you couldn't hold back a loud, throaty gasp.

“Whoops. It looks like I went too far that time.” Laughing to himself, 707 finally let go of you. “I'm sorry about that.”

“No you're not.” Flustered beyond words, you awkwardly stepped away from him and placed your hand where he'd bit. You knew without seeing it that he'd left a mark. “Why would you do that? Everyone's going to see it.”

707 nodded. “Exactly.”

Before 707 had a chance to explain himself, the door opened and the light was turned on. “You're time-.” Yoosung stopped talking and let his mouth drop open. “Whoa, your neck's all red. What happened to it? Are you okay?”

“N-nothing happened. I'm totally fine. I've got to go.” Slapping your hand over your neck once more, you rushed out of the closet and made a beeline for the exit. Unbeknownst to you, 707 didn't plan on letting you get away that easily, and was only steps behind you.

“Everyone keeps leaving me.” Confused and feeling a little left out, Yoosung slumped over and sighed. “I want a turn too you know.”