Yn's pov―
I sat on Taehyung’s desk with my legs slightly parted, the cool wood pressing against the backs of my thighs. He stood between them, his tall frame blocking everything else, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. The lock had clicked twenty minutes ago, and the sound still echoed in my mind. Rain streaked the tall windows behind him, but the real storm was the way his eyes held mine without any hurry.
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