Chan was your boyfriend, the best boyfriend you've ever had, in fact. He was sweet, he was kind, he was caring, and he loved you. Nothing could beat that. You were a very touch-sensitive person, it upset you whenever someone that wasn't your family, Chan, or your best friend touched you. Anywhere. Even if it was just an accidental brush to your side, it made you tense up and lock down. Chan knew, but he'd never addressed it before.

You were in the busy mall with your boyfriend, his hand protectively wrapped around your waist. He carried your bags of stuff he'd bought for you earlier in his free hand. It was that time of day where everyone was starting to come into the mall. A big wave of people started coming towards the two of you, and Chan immediately pulled you close to him and wrapped both of his arms around you as a shield. You were confused until the people walked away, then you understood. He was protecting you from being touched. That made you touched. He spoke up in an affectionate voice, tucking your hair behind your ear.

There we go.. I'm here, alright?