YN's pov―
I couldn't wait any longer. The college library's back stacks were perfect shelves towering high with forgotten books, the air heavy with the scent of aged paper and dust. No one came here during late afternoons, especially not on a Friday like this. My heart raced as I led Taehyung by the hand, pulling him deeper into the shadows. He was my senior, that confident guy with dark hair falling over his forehead and muscles that strained against his shirt. I'd been craving him all week, my pussy aching just thinking about his touch.
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