YN's pov―
Desire is a dangerous thing. Especially when it's hidden, festering like a secret bruise you press just to feel the throb. I learned that the hard way, the moment I realized my eyes kept searching for him in every crowded room, every boring meeting, every goddamn family dinner. Kim Taehyung. My brother's best friend since college. He wasn't supposed to matter to me. Not like this. Not when he was always so composed, so unreadable, like he held the reins on his every impulse while the rest of us scrambled. Boxy smile for everyone else, deep voice that commanded attention without trying. But with me? Something shifted. Unspoken. Wrong.







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