Yn's pov―
I snapped my pen in half without meaning to, the plastic cracking loudly between my fingers. Taehyung’s smirk widened as he watched me from across the scattered textbooks, his eyes narrowing with that knowing look that always made my stomach flip. My thighs pressed together on their own, heat pooling low as I tried to ignore the way his rolled-up sleeves exposed the veins on his forearms. I craved his touch so badly it hurt, every nerve ending screaming for him to close the distance.
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