Summary: Your group does dares to entertain the show's audience, and you get close with the guy staying on the 7th floor.
A/N: I don't know if anyone even reads the 8 Show fics here (i couldn't find anything and i'm so upset) but i got the biggest urge to write something about him 😭 reader replaces the 2nd floor here (i'll take requests please)
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You chose one of the eight balls in the box. One of you would become the King, which was the role to decide the next round's dare. Sadly, you didn't get to be the King this time either.
"I'm the King again!" 8th floor giggled.
What a surprise. She looked around all of you with a look that wouldn't mean anything good.
"Hmm, what could it be?" She tapped her lower lip with her finger a few times, thinking as if she had several options in her mind. Then, she smiled widely. "Balls 3 and 7 have to kiss. Deep kiss."
You turned your ball in your hand, the number 7 drawn on it with a black marker. You swallowed, nervous who the person with the ball 3 was, really, really hoping it wasn't 6th floor – anyone else than him.
"Oh! Like a French kiss?" 4th floor exclaimed, smiling and excited.
"I'm 3," 7th floor said.
"Who's 7?" the 4th floor asked, looking around her.
You hesitantly raised your hand, the white ball in your fist.
When your eyes met with 7th floor, your heart started instantly beating faster. His eyes widened behind those glasses which made him even more attractive than he already was. Neither of you moved at first, until he started walking towards you.
He stood now right in front of you, looking into your eyes.
"Are you okay with this?" he whispered, quiet and subtle enough that only you could hear him.
You would be able to refuse to do the dare assigned to you, but there would be a punishment for doing so – you would get stunned by a taser. 3rd floor had been the first to be stunned, and it had looked worse than what you had been prepared for.
"Yeah, it's okay," you whispered.
"Remember," 8th floor shouted. "A deep kiss, not just a peck." A wide and excited grin was spread on her face. She was having the time of her life handing her dares around to the rest of you like she owned the place.
7th floor took your face in his hands, for a few seconds looking into your eyes and shortly glancing at your lips, trying to see if you'd flinch away. After a moment, he pulled you into a kiss.
It was slow and soft at first, until he pushed his tongue between your teeth deeper into your mouth, exploring every corner. His face felt like it was shaped exactly to fit into yours, noses nestled against each other.
For a moment everyone around you faded, and you forgot you weren't alone, having six people stare at you and god knows how many more through the dozens of cameras spread around the place.
7th floor moved his hands now on your waist, keeping you close and steady against him, your hands resting on his shoulders.
You hadn't kissed many guys before, and it had been a long time since anyone touched you in any way so him kissing you was bringing butterflies in your stomach more than you had been prepared to.
8th floor squeeled excitedly and started clapping.
"How exciting!" she giggled. "We got 26 hours, good job you two."
Your cheeks turned red when you saw everyone looking at you. 7th floor let go of you, not saying anything. Both of you glanced at the red numbers, the time now higher than before, and returned to your previous spots.
"Well, that was quite intense," 5th floor whispered when you had returned to her side.
"Shut up," you mumbled.
You glanced towards 7th floor who was looking at your way but turned away instantly when you made eye contact with him.
Had he liked the kiss? It had felt like he was into it but did he make the kiss that passionate just to be able to get as many hours as possible? Was he only acting or was the kiss genuine? It was just a dare among others, nothing else.
After couple of rounds, it was again 8th floor's turn to be the King. It couldn't be just pure luck that she was chosen over and over again, the game had to be rigged somehow. You hadn't had a turn to be the King even once, though you didn't know what kind of dare you'd even assign to people.
"Alright, now... i want ball 2 to touch ball 1 under the shirt," 8th floor smirked and bit her lip.
Your face was burning up, the number 1 drawn on the white plastic. God, how much you wanted to disappear right now and wished that 8th floor would get kicked off her throne at least once.
"So, who's got 1 and 2?" 8th floor grinned.
7th floor slowly lifted his hand in the air, not looking excited at all.
"And where do we have ball one, hm?" 8th floor repeated, scanning the group with her narrowed eyes.
You awkwardly lifted your hand as well. "Um, it's me."
7th floor turned his head towards you, his eyes wide and cheeks pink too.
"Ah, how interesting to pair you up again," 8th floor gasped, then biting her lip. "Now, don't be shy."
You sat on the swing, straightening your back and taking a deep breath. 7th floor arrived next to you, standing with his gaze on his feet and debating in his mind what to do. He had never been a groper and wouldn't be now either.
You were dying of the waiting. 7th floor was staying still next to you, not making any attempt of reaching his hand towards you. What was he thinking?
"I'll take the taser," he announced after a long silence.
Your eyes widened as you turned your face towards him. He was avoiding eye contact with you.
"It's no problem, really, just get it over with," you insisted, not wanting to hurt him with a damn taser. "You have my permission."
But 7th floor could see how nervous you were at the moment, leg bouncing and nail scratching a piece of skin off on your thumb.
"I'm not that kind of guy," he stated, now having a direct eye contact with you, a kind look in them which made your heart skip a beat.
You appreciated him for being a gentleman but still you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had seemed to be into kissing you just a moment before, was he now regretting it and not be into you after all? No, it had been only a dare, he wasn't actually into you.
Stop overthinking, you thought.
He took his place above the slide, staying on his knees in front of you. You were holding the taser in your shaking hand.
"I don't want to hurt you," you said quietly.
"It won't do any permanent damage," he promised. "It's alright."
You took a deep breath, never having done this before to anyone. This was the first time you even held a taser in your hand.
Okay, just get it over with, it'll be fast.
"Come on, what's taking so long?" 6th floor groaned, getting frustrated of the waiting.
You quickly pressed the taser on 7th floor's neck before you'd hesitate any longer, sending a shock through his body and completely paralyzing him.
"Oh my god," you gasped in panic and hurried to his side, but of course he was unconscious.
You carried him back into his room with the help of 3rd floor to let him recover in peace, while 5th floor started mopping the slide and floor clean.
Tasing 7th floor had earned 34 hours for you. The audience loved violence.
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You returned to your room when it had gotten late and sat on the floor against the wall, pulling your legs against your chest.
You brought your finger up on your lips, imagining the kiss you had shared with 7th floor. It had made your heart flutter and want to kiss him longer, but having everyone stare at you made you a little anxious.
For him, surely it had been just a dare to earn more time, and that stung your heart. When it had been time for your second dare together, the expression on his face had looked disgusted – at least that was what you had figured out it to be. Uncomfortable, anxious, some negative emotion anyway.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door which scared the crap out of you. Everyone had already gone back to their rooms so you weren't prepared for any company. It would be midnight in about half an hour.
You got up and opened the door, finding 7th floor standing in front of you. His hands were clasped behind his back and gaze on the floor for a moment, until he lifted his face to look at you in the eyes.
"Um, hi?" you mumbled. He was alone, nobody else around him.
"May i come in?" he asked nervously.
"Why?"
"I'd like to talk to you about one thing privately," he explained.
"You should go back to your room, it's midnight soon," you said, wanting to get him out of your sight right now. You were too embarrassed of the things that happened and didn't happen between the two of you during the dares earlier that you wouldn't know what to say to him.
"It won't take long," he assured you.
You let out a sigh and opened the door a little wider, letting him come inside and closing the door after him.
Neither of you spoke for what felt like forever but what was probably not more than a minute.
"I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier," he said.
"It was just a dare, what's there to talk about?" you asked but felt your voice trembling a little. You really didn't want to go back to the moment of him rejecting you.
He looked a little awkward and nervous, not sure how to form his words correctly. He took a step closer to you, and you had an automatic urge to take a step back in sync but stayed on your spot.
"I hope i didn't make you too uncomfortable. During the dare." There was a sincere worry in his voice.
"It's alright. You didn't even do the second dare anyway." You shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant, but he seemed to be able to see right through you.
He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"I didn't do it because it felt disrespectful, being in front of everyone," he explained.
So, if we had been alone, you would have done it, you thought but didn't dare to say it outloud.
"I see," you mumbled, getting this warm and giddy feeling inside your stomach. "Well, i felt bad that you had to get tased."
"I'd rather take a little shock than put you on the spot like that," he admitted.
"Well, i do appreciate that," you said, a little smile rising on your lips. He'd rather get hurt than get too touchy with you in front of everyone, purely respecting your boundaries.
"And, uh," he continued. "I apologize if the first dare made you uncomfortable at all."
"It didn't," you said, though a little too fast. "I mean, it got us 26 hours, right?"
That was larger amount than what you had expected for one kiss, the audience must have enjoyed it as much as you did.
"Yeah, right," he mumbled. "But, um. Was it good?"
"What?"
"Was the kiss good?" he repeated.
"Oh, uh, yeah of course," you stuttered. "It was good."
"I'm glad to hear that," he said, letting himself smile a little too.
"Was that all you came to ask me?" you asked. "Wanted me to give you a review of the kiss, hm?"
"Not entirely," he replied, seeming a little nervous the way he was avoiding eye contact with you at first. "I was thinking if i could, perhaps, do it again? Now without everyone else staring at us."
"You want to... kiss me again?"
"We don't have to," he hurried to say. "Don't feel pressured. I just, i liked it and... i'd like to do it now that it's just the two of us."
"Technically, we're not alone now either, since we're being filmed," you reminded him, pointing at the several cameras in the room.
"Cameras are easier to ignore," he said, stepping now right in front of you and looking into your eyes. "If you want me to back off, just tell me and i'll leave. We can pretend that this never happened."
You wanted to kiss him so badly. You wanted him to touch you, to do things to you which you would want nobody else to witness but you didn't dare to make the first move. You glanced at his lips, nervous if he was actually serious. 7th floor didn't seem like the type of man who would joke about something like this.
He carefully lifted his hand to cup your cheek, the contact of his skin on yours sending sparks through your face.
"May i?" he whispered.
You swallowed and nodded, giving him a permission to lean in and press his lips on yours, taking you into a sweet and gentle kiss. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, his hands finding their way on your waist to pull you closer to him.
The first kiss you shared during the dare had been amazing, you had loved every second of it, but it had felt like both of you were holding back a little because of everyone else's stare at you. Now that you were alone, you felt so much more free to do whatever you wanted.
The kiss was gentle and careful, like he was unsure how much pressure was okay to put on your body.
He pulled away sooner than you would have wanted, though not letting go off your waist.
"How was that?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"A little too short," you said quietly, not sure what words would make him kiss you again.
He glanced at your lips again, pressing his lips back on yours harder than previously. The kiss was now deeper, his tongue finding its way to explore your mouth.
He slightly lifted the hem of your shirt and put his hand on your bare skin, slowly sliding it up among your back. The contact on your skin made you gasp and sent goosebumps all over your back.
He pulled his head away again, afraid what would be the point of crossing the line.
"I'm-"
"You want to do the second dare now?" you asked, lifting your eyebrow and feeling now braver than before. His cheeks turned slightly pink. You found it adorable how careful and hesitant he was being with you.
"I wouldn't want to cross the line and make you uncomfortable," he replied nervously and swallowed.
You grabbed his hand and pressed it back on your waist.
"It's okay, i... i don't mind," you let him know and pulled a comforting smile on your lips.
You turned around so that your back was against his chest. His hand was resting against your stomach until he slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt and put his hand under your shirt, resting it on your bare stomach. You flinched of his cold touch, and he was about to pull his hand away, but you gently grabbed his wrist.
"Your hand is just a little cold," you mumbled, stretching your neck to look into his eyes which were starting to be filled with lust.
He pressed his lips on the side of your neck, making you tilt your head towars your right shoulder to give him a better access to pepper kisses on your skin as he continued bringing his hand up your stomach until he reached your bra, stopping right under your breasts. A sigh escaped your lips when he started sucking on your skin a little harder, gripping your left hip with his other hand.
He hesitantly rested his hand on your left breast, brushing his thumb against the fabric of your bra.
7th floor eventually pulled his face away but kept his hand on your breast. You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder.
"Was that alright?" he asked, moving his hand to rest against your heart, arm still under your shirt.
"More than alright," you admitted.
"Your heart is beating really fast," he commented, furrowing his eyebrows and sounding worried. "Do i make you nervous? Did i go too far?"
"No, no," you hurried to say. "I mean, a little nervous, but in a good way. I, i liked it." You swallowed the lump in your throat.
He took his hand out of your shirt, letting go off you.
"I think we should sleep, it's late," he said.
He noticed how your face fell and disappointment covering your face.
"We can continue this tomorrow if... if you want to," he hurried to say.
"Yeah?" A smile rose on your lips. "Good night, 7th floor."
"Good night, 2nd floor."
Before he could leave, you pressed one more kiss on his cheek, making him smile a little too.
With that, he returned to his room, four floors separating you.
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"Guys, how did we gain 40 hours more overnight?" 4th floor asked next morning, the others around you confused too.
You glanced at 7th floor who was already looking at you. A small smile crept on his face as he looked at his feet.
