Yn's pov―
I opened the door at midnight, my heart jumping when I saw Taehyung standing there. His hair was messy like he’d run his hands through it a hundred times, his coat slung over one shoulder, and his eyes burned with something raw and urgent. He looked like he hadn’t slept, like every second away from me had wound him tighter.
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