YN's pov―
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead as I slipped into the cramped trial room of the bustling department store, my heart racing like a drum in my chest. The space was tiny, barely enough room for two people, with a full-length mirror dominating one wall and a flimsy curtain for the door. I'd dragged Jungkook here on a whim, pretending to try on that slinky red dress we'd spotted earlier, but the real thrill was the danger of it all, the shoppers milling about just beyond the thin barrier, oblivious to what we might unleash. Jungkook followed close behind, his tall frame filling the doorway before he pulled the curtain shut with a decisive tug.





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