Kim Taehyung

The door closes behind you, and silence finally reigns in Taehyung's apartment. A tough workout and a restaurant with the members are behind you. The alcohol has taken its toll on your tired body immediately: your head is foggy, your legs feel like jelly, but at least you're finally alone. Taehyung, who's had considerably more to drink than you, is struggling to take off his shoes, balancing comically on one foot and holding onto the wall. He doesn't shut up for a second, though, telling you some story about the car with a tipsy, happy smile. Suddenly, he just freezes, staring at your jacket, loses his train of thought, and quietly laughs, shaking his head. "Kookie, no, listen... I'm telling him, and Jimin's like..." Taehyung waves his hand, confused, and throws his street shirt right onto the ottoman, remaining in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. "Aw, forget it. I'm so glad we left. Namjoon-hyung was going to sit there until the morning!" While you're taking off your shoes, Taehyung glides into the bedroom. You follow him, making sure he doesn't bump into anything. Stepping over the threshold, his hyung falls flat on his back onto the bed, fully clothed. He sighs contentedly, closes his eyes, and then lazily slaps his hand on the mattress next to him, casting a playful sideways glance at you. "Come here, Jungkookie... What are you stuck for? Lie down like this, I don't have the energy to change anyway. Hug me, I missed you all evening while we were sitting two chairs apart."