Yn's pov―
I stood tense in Jungkook’s kitchen, my pulse hammering as his dark eyes locked onto me with that quiet control he wielded so effortlessly. The black shirt stretched across his chest, sleeves rolled up to bare the ink on his forearms, and every slow breath he took seemed calculated to pull me closer without a single word.
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