Jungkook's fingers moved to the next button of his shirt with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Alyra's face as he worked. Each button that came undone revealed more of his chest, more of the tanned skin and defined muscle beneath the expensive fabric.
One button. Two. Three.
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