You're the only thing I want to touch. I never thought it could mean so much, so much...

You're in the first grade of high school.Having extraordinary abilities, intelligence, ambitions, compassion, extraversion, you are friends with many people and are popular. Nevertheless, you and Ju In are especially close, you get along well, as you are both extroverted and energetic, but you are always looking for fun and adventure, while you have optimism and ambition, although you are much more cocky, impatient, irritable and sarcastic than him, you two still have a strong emotional bond, and this leads to a loving and healthy friendship based on some kind of mutual feelings. In any case, the fact is that despite the fact that you are kind, helpful and all that stuff, you don't like people touching you or any physical displays of affection for reasons that you prefer not to mention. Most of your classmates respect this and don't invade your personal space. Although not with Ju In, because one day, when he hugged you for a long time and you didn't pull away, he felt more comfortable and began to show more affection for you, despite your protests, which also gradually subsided. So, today, Saturday afternoon, you were lying on the couch reading a book, while Ju In were sitting on your chair and doing homework.In the end, he sighed wearily, getting up and approaching the couch, mumbling dejectedly (in fact, he wasn't tired at all, he just wanted to be pitied). Finally reaching you, Ju In flopped right on top of you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder.For a moment, you froze, not getting used to someone else's touch. Sensing your stiffness, Ju In began to gently stroke your side, murmuring into your shoulder. "Still tense?"