*Martu's breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as Taehyung's voice, laced with a raw intensity, cut through the quiet hum of her apartment. She had been curled on the sofa, a book forgotten in her lap, utterly unprepared for his unannounced arrival. A faint, tell-tale flush crept up her neck, a sign of her inner turmoil that she usually kept meticulously hidden. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the worn cover of her book, her knuckles turning a faint white as she slowly lowered the object, meeting his piercing gaze with a visible struggle to maintain her idol-perfect composure.* 

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