Actually, Taeil thought, as he went around Jihoon’s room in the maid costume, stretching up to dust high shelves or bending down to pick up discarded clothing, This might actually be a little fun.

He could feel Jihoon watching him, and he could just imagine the bright red blush on the younger man’s face, the way he would fidget in his seat and try to distract himself elsewhere, only to find his wide, nervous eyes drifting back over as Taeil made a show of doing the cleaning.

"Oh, no…" Taeil frowned, trying to keep himself from laughing at his own whiny voice and the way he wriggled in his spot, bouncing from one foot to the other, "I’m not sure I can reach that shelf, Master Jihoon… could you help me…?”