At the basement of HIGHGRND, in two separate studios, two hard-working artists were busy at their own work. One producing, the other recording. Both had been working through the night and were feeling extremely exhausted and sleepy. She glanced at the clock on the wall. He glanced at his watch. 1 a.m. The late-night cafe across the street would close at 2.

Ah, . I need an iced coffee. They both thought.

She excused herself for a break, grabbing her coat and wallet. He grabbed his phone and the studio keys Tablo gave him and left after locking up, wanting to make that sure no one entered the studio while he was gone and accidentally mess up his progress. They left their respective studios, heading out into the cold in the wee hours of that fateful winter night.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual occurrences or people are purely coincidental. Do not plagiarise. 'Cos plagiarism is no-no.

Rating to be advised. This story contains some explicit language.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with a new one lmaoooo. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning Dear No One, I just don't know where to go with it right now *sobs* but anyway, I'll try to get started on the first chapter for this as soon as I can but honestly I'm really really really busy so updates will be slow, but if you decide to give this story a chance, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER~~ Hope y'all will enjoy this fic.