Yn was terrified, yet she found herself craving it. She spent her nights tossing and turning, her hand sliding between her thighs, imagining his cold, dominant voice. She was confused; she didn't know if this was love, lust, or if she had simply been broken by him. She felt shy, almost ashamed to look the other boys in their circle in the eye—Jin, Namjoon, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, and Jungkook. They were all close, a tight-knit group of handsome, confident men, and she had always felt like the quiet, fragile one among them. Now, she felt like she carried a secret that marked her as something different. Something owned.

The days following that night in the dorm room were a blur of agonizing tension and suffocating confusion for Yn. Every time she saw Taehyung on campus, her skin felt too tight for her body. The memory of his weight pinning her down, the sound of his voice calling her a slut, and the visceral feeling of being filled in every possible way played on a loop in her mind.