"Stop moving," Jeongin mumbled as he pushed his boyfriend off his body. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, putting his hands over his bare chest. "I told you. I don't like being touched."

"I didn't-"

"Stop." He sat up and glared at the older then sighed. There was no use. He forgot how... how damn sensitive his boyfriend was. It was why he decided to help him. "Listen, bubs. I... I love you, yeah?" He saw a flash of worry go across the older’s face. "But you have to respect I don't... I'm not used to touch, okay? I understand you... you need it but..." he looked down and fiddled with his fingers. "I'm sorry."