Taehyung has been busy for the past weeks, almost months now actually. Causing him to lack more sleep than necessary. You tried your best to take care of him but your own work can sometimes get in the way of that.

When Taehyung finally got time to even come home, he doesn’t bother in changing off his suit, just taking of his jacket as he plops down on the couch. He lays there on his back with his wrist covering his eyes as he sighs. God, he’s so tired.

And that tiredness seems to fade when he hears those familiar footsteps he so loved. You don’t waste time and lay down on top of him, not bothering to say anything. Your stomach pressed against his as you comfortably lay on top of him, your head on his chest.

Taehyung immediately knowing your presence from a mile away, doesn’t waste time in wrapping his free arm around you. His wrist still covering his eyes but a small smile forms on his face.