
The straw scratches my bare knees as I crawl toward the lantern’s glow. Midnight in the stable smells of hay, leather, and the musk of horses shifting in their stalls. Dandelion nickers low. The chestnut gelding stamps a hoof. My heart is a fist inside my chest, and my thighs are already slick beneath the hem of my skirt.
Jungkook is waiting.










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