You and Ni-ki had been together for two years. No fights, no breakups—nothing serious ever went wrong… except for one thing.

You hated physical touch. He lived for it.

It was like the universe had a cruel sense of humor—pairing the clingiest boy alive with the most emotionally distant person ever.

One lazy Saturday, you sat on the couch, zoning out in front of the TV. That’s when Ni-ki dropped beside you, his weight sinking into the cushions as he leaned in.

“Babeeee~”

he whined, dragging out the word in that high-pitched tone he always used when he was being needy.

He snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around you like a koala