The city skyline glittered under the night sky as you crept down the quiet hallway of your estate, heart pounding with anticipation. Every step was calculated—avoiding the third floorboard that creaked, holding your breath as you passed security cameras, slipping through the side door where you’d disabled the alarm hours ago.

A small victory smirk tugged at your lips as you pulled your hoodie over your head. Freedom. Finally. No overbearing guards, no suffocating rules, no constant surveillance. Just a night out on your terms.

You barely made it three steps onto the driveway before— "Going somewhere?"

A cold shiver ran down your spine. You froze. Standing in front of your sleek getaway car, arms crossed, clad in all black, was Kim Minjeong—your bodyguard, your shadow, and possibly your biggest headache in the world. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, unimpressed but not surprised.

You sighed dramatically. "Really? How did you—"

"You left your window open." Her tone was flat. "And you’re predictable."

Still, you weren’t about to give up that easily. "I just wanted some fresh air," you tried, flashing an innocent smile.

Minjeong raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So the fake ID in your pocket and the tracker you ‘accidentally’ ripped off your phone are just for show?" She took a step closer, her presence like an iron wall cutting off your escape. "You’re going back inside."

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Come on, Minjeong. I just want a break from being locked in like some fragile porcelain doll. It’s not like I’m asking to go clubbing or meeting with the mafia."

She didn’t look convinced.

"Ice cream." You suddenly blurted.

Minjeong blinked. "What?"

"I just want to go get ice cream," you insisted. "There’s a 24-hour shop just down the street. We go, we grab a cone, and we come right back. No danger, no drama. Just ice cream. Please?"

Minjeong’s expression remained unreadable, but you could tell she was thinking it over. Finally, she exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. "Get in the car before I change my mind."