Yn's pov―
I sat there on the couch with the soft ribbon now looped securely around my wrists, the loose ends trailing down my arms like an invitation I couldn't ignore. My heart pounded against my ribs, each beat echoing the way Taehyung's dark eyes pinned me in place. The room felt charged, the scattered decorations forgotten as his gaze traced every flush on my skin. I shifted slightly, the ribbon holding my hands together in front of me, and a small tremor ran through my body when he leaned in closer without a word.







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