Wu Yifan has a sensitive sense of touch.

Anyone, even his friends, could sling an arm around him and he would squirm away. His manager could pat his back and he could only smile uncomfortably in return.

He doesn't understand how for he doesn't have any traumatic past to associate it with. 

He hates it when people touch him so he keeps a safe distance from everyone.

He is pulled away from his thoughts as a pair of strong arms make their way around his middle, the warm breath of his lover ghosting over his nape. Yifan sighs contentedly.

“Morning, love.”

Wu Yifan has a sensitive sense of touch.

But Kim Junmyeon is an exception.

Yifan turns to face his husband, wrapping his long limbs around him. He plants a soft kiss on the younger's forehead, ignoring the fluttering of his heart as he watches the soft smile slowly gracing Junmyeon's beautiful face.

“Good morning, Junmyeon.”

_{word-vomit. Poof. I do not know what the hell I just wrote. Oh and this is my first time actually writing something that's not senseless.}

._{..well not really since I DO have a drabble collection about a certain HP couple but that was two years ago...}