You and I.N are headed to practice dance. He is taller and takes longer steps than you, so when you’re walking together, you almost have to jog next to him to be able to keep up. I.N slow down! You whine. He turns around and shoots you a cheeky grin. There doesn’t show any signs of him slowing down at all. It’s not my fault you’re short, noona! He chuckles, and almost starts walking faster.