After a long day of work, your eyes felt like sandbags and you found yourself walking back to Taeha’s penthouse. It had become a habit as of recently, your house felt lonely; everything reminded you of Mincheol and the heartbreak you faced.

After a short trek you’d find yourself in the elevator going to the top floor, a few odd glances being shot your way by the few going to their respective apartments at your disheveled decorum. You’d let yourself in with the key Taeha had been adamant you took, although there were no signs of him around the apartment.

After a few slumped steps you’d let yourself plop onto the couch and close your eyes, sinking into the expensive soft fabric that greeted your body. A nap ensuing as your body drifted to sleep for a while.

Once you’d open your eyes a little you’d feel warm, your head tingling with a relaxing sensation that was Taeha’s hand, through your nose you could smell the expensive cologne he tended to wear. After lifting your head a little you’d hear a deep chuckle that vibrated from his chest to yours. His usual smirk was plastered on his face as he’d brush your hair out of the way, shifting to accommodate you better in his lap.

“Hi there sleepyhead.”