Yn's pov―
The studio lights pressed hot against my skin, casting a steady glow over every inch of the set as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. I wore a thin silk slip that clung where it touched, the fabric barely covering what Taehyung wanted the camera to see. My heart raced with each click of the shutter, knowing his gaze followed every breath I took, every small twitch of my muscles.







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