Seulgi felt her cheeks get warm as she bent forward and tried to sew back the buttons on Taeyong's collar. She moved her head closer to his neck and watched her fingers closely and carefully, trying not to stick his neck with the needle. The atmosphere filled with tension as their faces were only a few centimeters apart and no one dared to speak - Or rather, she did not dare to speak while he watched her every move attentively. She could feel his eyes traveling up and down on her and he had noticed how she struggled to sew back the last button.

"Are you sure you're comfortable with that position?" he asked her with his deep voice, making her feel shivers down her spine.

"W-what?" she stuttered and stood up straight, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

A confident smirk appeared on his face.

"Here," he said and grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap. "This is probably a more comfortable position for you," he then said and stretched his neck, giving her a clear view of his collar so that she could sew back the last button.

Her whole body stiffened. His hands were still wrapped around her waist and not only were their faces close this time, but their bodies were practically pressed against each other's as well. He turned back his head and looked her in the eyes.

"What?" he whispered and leaned closer, making sure not to break their eye contact.

"You used to always sit on my lap."