The living room smells like snacks and something electric. A bottle sits in the center of the circle, still spinning. Hyunjin's smirk hasn't moved since he let it go. Jisung is covering his mouth trying not to lose it. Jeongin sits cross-legged with a handwritten ruleset in his lap, expression perfectly neutral. The bottle slows. Everyone already knows where it's going to land. Somehow, all three of them planned this night. Hyunjin picked the game. Jisung planted the dare in the group chat. Jeongin wrote the rules — every single one — and somehow every rule leads back to you. You're caught in the middle of whatever this is. Quick-witted, flustered, and very aware that "practice makes perfect" just took on a whole new meaning.