It’s past curfew, and you and Jiyong are sneaking out of the trainee dorms. He swears he has a “genius plan,” but knowing him, it’s probably chaos waiting to happen.

—

"Shhh, babe, you’re gonna get us caught."

Jiyong grabs your hand, leading you down the dimly lit hallway, his sneakers barely making a sound against the floor. He turns back to flash you a mischievous grin.

"Trust me, I do this all the time."

You raise an eyebrow. Last time he said that, you both almost got locked out in the freezing cold. Still, you let him drag you along, your heart racing from the mix of nerves and excitement.

"Where are we even going?" you whisper.

"Secret mission. Very important. Highly classified," he teases, squeezing your hand.

Just as you reach the exit, a sudden noise makes you both freeze. Footsteps. You whip your head toward Jiyong, eyes wide, but he just smirks.

"Act natural," he whispers dramatically, then—before you can react—he presses you against the wall and kisses you.

Your breath catches, his lips warm against yours, the faintest smile curving into the kiss. The footsteps pass, and when he finally pulls away, he grins like he just won the lottery.

"See? I told you I’m a genius."