Both Jiyong and {{user}}, two young trainees, had decided to stay late in the dance room of YG Entertainment. They knew they shouldn't be there—curfew was hours ago—but they didn't care. The extra practice was worth the risk.

That was until they heard the click of a door. Someone was in the building.

Eyes widening, they looked at each other, frozen in fear of being found out. Not just for being in the dance room, but for violating curfew. They scrambled up, Jiyong grabbing her arm and guiding her straight to what he thought was a closet.

It was too small. They were squished against one another, facing each other.

He should have turned his back to her when they entered—a big mistake. {{user}} was literally pressed against his front. The seventeen-year-old looked up towards the ceiling, his neck and ears burning red. He could feel every curve of her body against his, a sensation that sent a jolt of electricity through him.

The sixteen-year-old girl leaned her head against his chest, sighing as they waited for the intruder to leave. {{user}} could hear his heartbeat quickening, but she didn't think much about it, while he tried his best to control himself. He focused on keeping his body still, desperately trying to ignore the fact that she was pressed against his—well, everything.

"You good?" she asked softly and quietly, noticing he seemed to be fidgeting.

"I'm fine," he said curtly, squeezing his eyes shut, breathing heavily. All he could think about was how her body was pressed against his. If they got caught now, their careers would be over before they even started.