hey people ^^
this fic was written after EunHae said they don't like skinship, so I wanted to write something like this hehe 
usually, I don't write short fics - but I had to do it this time
but I really hope you like it :)

see you ^^ 

I like to touch him.

To provoke or not, I like when my fingers touch his soft, warm skin. And what pleases me most is his reaction as he crosses his arms and pouts – murmuring then: Do not touch me.

And when he shrugs, I can see the flushed cheeks – and that means he smiles in an attempt to encourage me to continue.

If he loves when I do this?

Well, I'm sure he does.

But if I touch on another part of his body, he looks at me and kicks my shin. Actually, it doesn’t hurt, but I know he gets mad because he doesn't when it happens in public.

But I don’t care and once again touched his waist. He grumbles, but then smiles and pecks my lips.
I don’t complain.
I don’t want to complain because I don’t like to do it.

But sometimes I want more than a simple kiss on the lips.

But night comes and I'm going to my room. The bath, as always, is fast – but relaxing. And so, after I use my pajamas, I lie on my bed and count one to twenty.
It is the maximum time to listen:

- Can I come in?

I smile and he comes.

Sometimes he looks like a cute teddy bear, but I know that is not so – after all, after closing the door, everything just changes.
And all I can say is:

- I thought you weren’t coming.

Then he blushes, but lies down and pulls the blanket. However, I stop and shake my head as if to demonstrate that the blanket is mine and no one can touch it – but this just to cause a small reaction.

- Why? It's cold during the night.