The room smelled faintly of leather and sandalwood, low lights casting warm shadows across the walls. Yn lay still on the bed, chest rising and falling with anticipation, her skin already buzzing.
Jungkook stood above her, shirt off, rope draped around his strong hands like he’d been born to tie. His tattoos flexed with every movement, sharp eyes locked on her trembling body.
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