He closed the door slowly, leaning then on it. One of his hands lift to his chest, feeling the warmness of Nichkhun's hug still lining on him, almost burning his skin. It was the first time in his short existence someone's hug has such effect on him. Quite contrary of what he always thought and object about the unnecessary closeness people like too much but he wasn't familiarized with, totally contradictory to his mania of evading human contact; he didn't dislike that hug. Oddly enough, he felt as if that act repeat itself in the future he could be unusually glad to accept it... but why?