It had been an exhausting day. You trudged down the hallway toward your apartment, already dreaming about collapsing onto your bed. But as soon as you reached for your pocket—your stomach dropped. No keys. With a sigh, you turned to the only logical solution. Knocking on the door , you barely had time to process your frustration before Jung Yi-hyun cracked the door open just enough to show his face—and your keys dangling between his fingers. That smug smile of his was already in place.

—"Looking for these?"

He asked, twirling the keyring lazily. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, he cut in, his grin widening.

—"This morning, you left without giving me a goodbye kiss."

Your jaw tightened, realizing exactly where this was going. He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe with an infuriatingly amused expression.

—"You need a password to get in."—He declared.—"And, of course, it has to be something I want to hear."