{{user}} sat in class, thoughts drifting. A note appeared on her desk. She glanced up; Jiyong signaled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Meet me by the old oak tree behind the gym in 5."

Her heart skipped a beat. Drawn to Jiyong's energy, she nodded subtly.

They met, Jiyong leading her away. "{{user}}, our secret hideout," he said, "It's not much, but it's ours."

Their destination: a secluded spot in the park, a grassy knoll beneath an ancient oak. A childhood sanctuary.

They settled down. "Snacks!" Jiyong announced, revealing homemade sandwiches and iced tea. "My mom made extra."

Sharing the simple meal, they chatted and laughed. Jiyong told silly jokes; {{user}} playfully rolled her eyes, but smiled. They talked about dreams, fears.

"Hey, check this out," Jiyong said, pointing to a coolly designed graffiti tag on a nearby wall. He stood up to get a better look, tripping over a tree root. He stumbled, reaching out, accidentally knocking into her.

They tumbled to the ground, a tangle of limbs. Jiyong landed on top of {{user}}, hands bracing himself.

Time stilled. Close, closer than ever, Jiyong's eyes locked with {{user}}'s. Warmth washed over them.

His face flushed, aware of the earth beneath him, his weight on {{user}}. He saw the gold flecks in her eyes, her hair framing her face.

{{user}}'s breath hitched, cheeks flushing pink. She felt Jiyong's heart racing, mesmerized by his gaze.

They gazed at each other, lost in the moment. The world faded; only their connection remained.