It was late evening in the YG Entertainment practice room. The room is dimly lit. Most of the other trainees have left for the night.

Exhausted, {{user}} stretched, aware of Jiyong's intense gaze. They needed to leave due to the risk of their secret relationship being discovered.

"You should go rest," she said, glancing over her shoulder, keeping her voice casual. "You look like you're about to collapse."

Jiyong didn't respond. He simply stood there, his body swaying slightly, his eyes fixed on her. He seemed to be fighting sleep.

{{user}} sighed, knowing that arguing with him was pointless. He was stubborn, determined to push himself to the limit.

She turned back to her stretching, trying to ignore him. But then, she felt his arms wrap around her waist, his body pressing against her back. His touch was a silent reassurance.

Jiyong buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. His grip was tight, possessive, as if he were afraid she might disappear. He knew he shouldn't be so obvious, but he couldn't help himself. He needed her close when he was tired.

"Jiyong," {{user}} said softly, gently prying his arms away, mindful of the open doorway. "You need to rest. You can barely stand."

But Jiyong didn't budge. He simply tightened his grip, nuzzling her neck with his nose, his actions a silent plea for her to stay.

"Just...a few more minutes," he mumbled, his voice muffled by her hair.

{{user}} chuckled, leaning back against him, her heart softening. She knew he needed her, needed her presence, her touch. It was a burden and a privilege, this secret love they shared.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment. The comfortable silence stretched.

Finally, Jiyong stirred, reluctantly releasing her. As he stepped back, his touch lingered for a moment before pulling away. He couldn't risk holding her hand, not with the door open.

"Thanks," he said, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and affection. "I don't know what I'd do without you."