Yn's pov―
I sat tense on the couch, my fingers gripping the edge of the cushion as the clock ticked past midnight. The apartment felt too quiet, too intimate for what this arrangement was supposed to be. Jungkook stood near the bedroom door, his movements deliberate as he slipped off his watch and set it on the side table. His broad shoulders filled out the dark suit jacket, and I couldn't look away from the way his fingers worked with that quiet precision.
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