Yn's pov―
I sat across from Jungkook in his private lounge after midnight, the city lights casting sharp shadows across the room through the glass walls. His black shirt hung open at the collar, revealing the edge of his tattooed chest, and his fingers curled around a glass of whiskey while his eyes stayed locked on mine. He flirted with that slow, deliberate intensity that made my skin prickle, like he was savoring every second I tried to look away.
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