YN's pov―
The party buzzed around me like electricity in the air, laughter and music filling our family home. It was my birthday, and I'd chosen this shirt dress that hugged my curves just right, soft fabric skimming my thighs, buttons straining slightly over my chest. Guests milled about, friends, family, the scent of fresh cake and wine hanging heavy. My heart skipped every time I caught Jungkook's eyes across the room. He was here, Jimin's best friend, tall and handsome in his black shirt, that quiet intensity always simmering between us.







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