Yn's pov―
Taehyung leaned against the counter in the quiet kitchen, his dark eyes fixed on me with that heavy intensity that made my stomach twist. It was almost 2 a.m., and the air felt thick between us. My back pressed lightly against the island as he pushed off the counter and stepped closer, his rings catching the low light while his fingers reached out to trace along my arm. The touch was slow, deliberate, sending shivers through my body as he dragged his fingertips up to my shoulder and down again, mapping the trembling in my skin.
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