Yn's pov―
I’ve been staring at him all evening, unable to help it. Jungkook stands across the dimly pulsing club, his sharp eyes catching mine every time I glance over. The bass thumps through my chest, mixing with the heat building low in my belly. He’s in a black shirt that hugs his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show the veins in his forearms. My drink, something sweet and strong burns my throat as I sip it nervously now, trying to play it cool.
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