Taehyung felt at ease when she fidgeted on the background. Clothes on or off, while humming or not along to one of those silly, trendy songs that popped up in every reel. It didn't matter. It was like white noise that was turned on to restore attention. Or a TV that plays all day just to be.

An integral part of his routine. His life. He leaned over to place his glass of wine on the coffee table with a deep, almost old-man-like sigh. The tablet on his lap was hot, as was his head, ready to melt from all those numbers on the screen. Ew. Work. Adult life. All those things that he would like to shove into a dusty drawer as quickly as possible at the end of the day.

"Love," he dragged out in a deep voice. He had a slight hoarseness to his voice that often appeared early in the morning or after drinking a glass of alcohol. He plopped back down onto the soft back of the sofa and patted his knees with both hands.

"Come here."