Yn's pov—
The house still smelled like fresh paint and new wood when the last of our guests finally left. Taehyung closed the front door with a soft click, the lock sliding into place like a promise. I leaned against the kitchen island, my heels already kicked off, watching him turn around. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, and the way his eyes found mine made my stomach tighten.
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