At T.O.P's house, he owned many artistic chairs. He was one who adored art. That was one of many traits you found absolutely precious about him as your boyfriend. He was currently sitting on one of his chairs, reading a book, while waiting for you. Dang, even just him reading a book makes him look fine- anyways, he was waiting for you while you were downstairs. Once you arrived back upstairs and saw him, you immediately plopped on top of his lap. Your arms were scrunched comfortably in his chest, while your head laid in between his shoulder and upper chest.

T.O.P slowly slumped down a little in his place to make you more comfortable. He supported your lower body as you sat on him. He realized that you had closed your eyes and he chuckled "You this sleepy, baby?~"