A week passed in the Jeon mansion. On the surface, things were calm, but Mimi was always moving, always planning. She had become an expert at almost bumping into things.

While pouring tea in the morning sunroom, her hip would brush against Taehyung's thigh on purpose. "Oopsie, sir! Terribly clumsy today," she'd chirp, her breath warm on his ear.

Her short skirt would ride up as she stood, showing a flash of her pink lace underwear. Her blouse was always open, giving him a clear view of her chest when she bent to put his cup down.

Sana, busy with her tablet and phone calls, would just murmur, "Do be careful, Mimi."

Taehyung was always nervous, jumping at the sound of her heels on the floor. When she passed him in the narrow hallway, she would slow down, letting her body press against the bulge in his pants. "Pardon me, sir!" she'd say, pretending to be surprised.

She would turn her head to look up at him, her body staying against his for a moment too long. "These hallways are just so tight, aren't they? Makes it hard to squeeze past without... touching."

She would look right at his crotch and then back at his face, her eyes wide like she didn't mean it. "Everything alright? You seem... tense."

The worst place was the library. Taehyung found himself going there again and again, even though he knew he shouldn't. He would pretend to look at a shelf while Mimi dusted the lower ones right in front of him.

She would bend over deeply, her skirt going very high and showing the shape of her bare cheeks. Sometimes, she would lean back suddenly, pressing her soft, heavy breasts against his arm or chest.

"Oh! Silly me," she'd laugh, the feeling of it moving through him. He could see her nipple harden against the thin fabric.

"Reaching too far! Need something sturdy to lean on, sir." She would look right into his eyes, challenging him, her pink lips slightly open. "You're always so... solid."

Taehyung would grip a book so hard his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched tight. He was trapped by the sweet, strong smell of her perfume and the unbearable heat of her body.

Sana had no idea, her mind on other things, leaving Taehyung to drown in Mimi's constant, intentional game of showing skin and whispering teasing words.