Yn's pov―
I stood frozen in the middle of our apartment as Jungkook's fingers worked the buttons of his black shirt one by one. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, dark and unblinking, radiating that dangerous dominance that always left me breathless. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the inked lines across his chest and the hard planes of muscle beneath. My pulse hammered in my throat while he watched me watch him.
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