The hospital was quieter in the late evening, most visitors gone and only the staff moving around the corridors. For Tae and Mimi, this was the perfect time of day—their favourite hours when the halls were dimly lit, fewer eyes watching, and the teasing could become bolder.

—

Mimi walked into the break room with a stack of files, her skirt shorter than ever, stockings hugging her thighs, lips painted a fresh shade of pink. Jungkook was already inside, sitting on the couch with his tie loosened, reviewing charts.

She closed the door behind her, leaning against it. “Working late again, Kookie?”

Jungkook looked up, and his throat went dry. Mimi wasn’t just beautiful—she was devastating. The way she leaned against the doorframe, the way her blouse gaped open, offering him the perfect view of her cleavage—it was torture.

“You know me,” he smirked, trying to play it cool. “Can’t let my patients down.”

Mimi crossed the room slowly, her heels clicking on the tile. She set the files down beside him, deliberately brushing his arm with her breast as she leaned in.

“Mm, but don’t you think you work too much?” she whispered, her lips close enough to graze his ear. “Tae gets all of you at home. Maybe I should steal a little time here at work.”

Jungkook chuckled, but his body betrayed him. His hand twitched on the couch, wanting to grab her waist. “Careful, Mimi. You’re playing with fire.”

She pulled back just slightly, her smile wicked. “Maybe I like fire.”

The air between them pulsed with heat. She sat down beside him, crossing her legs so her skirt rode up, revealing creamy thighs. Jungkook glanced once—just once—but it was enough to make his pulse race.

For a moment, neither spoke. The silence was filled with nothing but their quickening breaths.

—

Meanwhile, down in the records room, Tae and Yoongi were together. Tae was perched on a desk, swinging her legs slowly, while Yoongi searched through folders.

She tilted her head, watching him, her lips curled into a playful smile. “You’re too serious, Yoonie. Always working.”

Yoongi shot her a side look, his smirk barely there. “Someone has to balance out you and Mimi.”

Tae giggled, leaning back on her palms so her chest pushed forward, the top buttons of her uniform straining. “You like watching though, don’t you? Admit it. You don’t stop me.”

Yoongi set the file down and walked closer, standing between her knees. His eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Why would I stop you? You enjoy teasing everyone. I enjoy watching. It’s a perfect deal.”

She bit her lip, her legs parting slightly in front of him. “What if one day I tease too much?”

His hand came up, brushing her chin with his thumb, tilting her face toward him. “Then I’ll decide if I want to stop you… or if I’ll play along.”

Her heart thudded in her chest. Their faces were close—too close. She could feel his breath, smell his cologne, see the heat in his eyes. For a split second, she thought he’d kiss her.

But Yoongi pulled back, smirking. “Don’t look so nervous, Tae. I’m not that reckless.”

She laughed softly, though her cheeks burned. “You should be. I’m worth the risk.”

—

Back in the break room, Mimi’s hand brushed Jungkook’s thigh when she reached for her phone. He stiffened, staring at her fingers.

“Mimi…” his voice was rougher now, warning and wanting at the same time.

She leaned in again, whispering, “What? It’s just a touch, Kookie. Unless you’re thinking something else?”

He turned his head, their lips inches apart. For a breathless second, the world seemed to stop.

But the door swung open—Tae walked in, with Yoongi behind her.

The tension snapped like a string. Mimi quickly shifted back, crossing her legs again. Jungkook straightened his tie, pretending to focus on his files.

Tae’s eyes flicked between them, sharp, suspicious. She knew something was there. And Yoongi? He smirked knowingly, like he’d caught them red-handed, but chose not to say a word.

—

That night, when they all went home, the tension refused to fade.

Mimi lay beside Yoongi, but her mind was full of Jungkook—his stare, his nearness, how close his lips had been. Tae curled against Jungkook, but her thoughts were all Yoongi—his hand on her chin, the way he’d almost kissed her.

The hospital had always been their playground. But now, the game was getting dangerous.

They hadn’t crossed the line yet. But everyone knew—it was only a matter of time.