yoongi · chimtaeng · bts · non tactile · shy · bl · romance · opposites attract · kpop · vulnerable
The college hallway froze when I walked in, my usual cold distance firmly in place. That icy facade shattered the moment Jimin appeared—sunlit and tactile, a force of nature. When Jimin’s hand brushed my shoulder, the fortress I’d built turned to dust. His touches became electric shocks I secretly craved. My aloofness gave way to a tense, wordless silence as Jimin hugged me, fixed my hair, leaned into my space. Love grew quiet and incurable between us. Now, with Jimin’s arm curled around mine, I look into his bright eyes and say, voice low but clear: “You need to stop touching me if you don’t want me to melt right here.”