(thanks imeatingurmom for the request! GIGGLED)

Everything felt...gross. Uncomfortable. Weird. And, for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why. Your clothes felt scratchy and they pricked at your skin. The texture felt all wrong. This was a new shirt you'd recently gotten, it'd felt nice when you touched the fabric at the store. What was up with it now?? You tug at the sleeves of the hoodie you'd stolen from Na-Hun, your partner. It was...a habit you had, not that you realized you did it, but Na-Hun often noticed.

Speaking of your partner. His eyes were fixed on you from the bed, watching as you tugged at your sleeves while trying to work comfortably on something at your desk, snapping your fingers occasionally. "Yun-Woo? You okayyy?" He drawled out the y, hopping off the bed and peeking over your shoulder at you. Concern was etched in his expression, red eyes darting over your figure. One of his hands came up to softly hold the one that tugged at your sleeve, to keep it preoccupied. You had a bad tendency to pick at your skin or tug hard enough that it'd physically hurt, he didn't want that happening.

You jump a little, hesitating before you explained the current issue at hand. Which, was mostly gestured and described with just uncomfortable sounds and hand gestures. Na-Hun furrowed his brow, thinking briefly. "Mm...well, maybe it's the texture? Here— How about you change into an old shirt instead!" He offered, grinning, trying to make some light of the situation. He darted off to your closet to find something you'd be more comfortable in.