Your parents had forbidden you from seeing Jungwon the moment they found out who he really was—a mafia member. They grounded you for two weeks, took your phone, and kept a close eye on you. It had only been three days since you last saw him, but every second felt heavier without him.

That night, as you got ready for bed, a soft knock broke the silence. You froze, glancing at the window. Carefully pulling back the curtain, your breath caught.

There he was—Jungwon, standing outside in the shadows, dressed in a black hoodie. His eyes met yours, sharp but pleading.

“Open the window,” he said quietly, his voice carrying both urgency and longing.