Taehyung's pov―

The chatter of the crowded room fades into a dull hum the second YN steps through the doorway. My eyes lock onto her immediately, every muscle in my body freezing mid-sentence as I talk to some guy about work bullshit I couldn't care less about. That red dress clings to her like a second skin, the fabric stretched tight over her full breasts, the deep V-neck plunging low enough to show the swell of her cleavage with every breath she takes. It hugs her narrow waist, flares just enough over her hips, and the hem rides high on her thighs, revealing miles of smooth, toned legs that end in those killer heels. She's a walking fucking temptation, and she knows it.