Alone in her small attic room, Mimi took off the torn uniform. She put on the revealing lingerie she knew Taehyung would want: a flimsy black lace bra that hardly covered her breasts and a matching thong. She lay face down on her thin mattress, her skin cold, and listened. The big house became quiet.

Midnight passed. One o'clock chimed from downstairs. Then, she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. Her door opened.