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“Technically, this is highly illegal,” you whispered, crouched beside Han Jisung behind a humming power console, the city skyline flickering outside the shattered glass windows.

He grinned, goggles pushed up on his messy hair, fingers flying across the glowing keyboard like he was born with binary in his veins.

“Oh babe, please. Everything we do is illegal,” he said with a wink. “This one just has fireworks.”

The screen flashed red—then green. You both ducked as the door behind you sparked and short-circuited. Inside? The vault. The secrets. The leverage to take down another corporate tyrant.

And somewhere in the chaos, he reached for your hand.

“Ready to change the world?” he asked, cocky smirk softening just for you.

Jisung wasn’t just a hacker. He was a codebreaker, a digital illusionist who could shut down a continent with a snack in one hand and your name on his lips. To the world, he was loud, reckless, annoying as hell. But to you?

He was genius. Loyalty dressed in sarcasm. And the only person who could make your heart race in the middle of a mission by simply saying, “Oops.”

“Oops?” you snapped, already pulling your weapon.

“Okay, like... mini-oops,” he said with a laugh. “Just a couple of sentry drones. Cute ones.”

He dove behind a console, pulling you with him, both of you laughing through the chaos. Gunfire and sparks overhead. Neon screens lighting up your faces.

And in that madness, he kissed you. Fast. Fierce. Stolen between firewalls and heartbeats.

“You drive me insane,” you whispered.

He grinned. “Good. Because I already memorized your encryption key.”