Two months passed in a blur of careful seduction. Mimi woke up early, her stomach sick and twisting. She tried to ignore it and went to make Jungkook's bitter coffee-two sugars, stirred counter-clockwise. But when the smell hit her, she felt sick. She just made it to the marble sink in the penthouse.

Her hands shook as she pulled the thin plastic stick from its hiding place behind the expensive soap. The minutes passed slowly. The digital display blinked: