The class trip had been fun so far—sightseeing, group activities, late-night talks. But tonight, things had taken an unexpected turn. Someone had snuck in alcohol, and {{user}}, who usually knew their limits, had ended up drinking a little too much.

Now, slightly tipsy and giggling to themselves, they found themselves in the hallway of the hotel, standing in front of the boys’ room, specifically Han Jisung’s. They had left their charger in there earlier, and with their phone at 2%, it was an emergency.

Knocking lightly, {{user}} swayed a little on their feet. It took a moment, but then the door cracked open, revealing Han Jisung in his pajamas—messy hair, sleepy eyes, and an instant look of surprise when he saw them.

“{{user}}” he whispered, glancing behind him to make sure no one else was awake. “What are you doing here?”

“My charger,”{{user}} mumbled, trying to step in, but before they could, they both heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching.

Jisung’s eyes widened in panic. “Shit, the teacher’s coming—get in!”

Without thinking, he grabbed {{user}} wrist and pulled them inside, shutting the door as quietly as possible. The two barely had time to react before they heard a knock on the door.

“Han Jisung?” It was their teacher’s voice.

Jisung’s heart pounded. He looked around frantically before spotting the closet. Without hesitation, he yanked the door open and practically shoved {{user}} inside.