Hayeon has strong thighs. Taekwoon knows this firsthand. His mind flashes to images of Hayeon's thighs bracketing his hips, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she hauls herself up only to come back down.

There were also times when she will wrap her legs around him, pulling him in and not letting him get away, pressing Taekwoon flush to her.

Now, as Hayeon traps Taekwoon on the couch, sitting on his lap and her legs on either side, Taekwoon knows it's useless to struggle. It's not like he will anyway, not when Hayeon's also going pliant in his arms.