Positive touch wasn't something Jumin was used to. He wouldn't call his father a cold man, but he certainly wasn't the type of father who would often give physical affection to his son. His mother... his mother was never around. Even when she was there, she wasn't truly there. But he still soaked up the little bit of affection gave him.
Then came the wandering touches of those who wanted something from him. Money, fame, accusations that could be pulled out years in the future. These touches made him never want to be touched again.
He was labeled cold at that point by the media, but unfortunately the label didn't create a deterrent. Instead, they seemed to take it as a challenge. Who could bag the man made of ice?
For a while, Elizabeth's soft touch was the only thing he could stomach.
But then that changed. Jumin met her and found that her touch didn't send the shudders of revulsion down his spine. Despite being told to stay in the apartment, he'd come across her walking down the sidewalk as he left work for the night.
"What are you doing?" Jumin asked. She jumped at the sudden question, but then looked at him sheepishly.
"I... got hungry." She offered with a weak smile. Jumin nodded, pushing open the car door.
"Get in, I'll take you to dinner."
He ended up taking her back to the penthouse, pulling extra ingredients out of the fridge to create dinner for her as well. He had been stirring a pot when he suddenly felt a hand gently touch his back as she leaned forward to look at what he was doing.
"Oh! Sorry. I'm a little touchy." She said with an awkward laugh once she noticed him staring at her in confusion.
"No. It's... it's fine." Jumin managed to mumble, stating back at the pot.
"Are you sure?" She asked, concern flooding her voice. It was clear to her that the simple touch had actually bothered him.
"It's okay. I didn't mind it." Jumin said, confident in his answer. It had been okay.
And now they were together and it was more than okay. Now she was like a source of energy for him. One long hug from her could wipe away a weeks worth of exhaustion.
He came home from the office to find her sitting on the couch going through the RFA emails. Without a word, he flopped over on the couch, suit and all. She laughed as his head found it's way into her lap and she set her phone down so she could run her fingers through his hair.
"Long day?" She asked gently.
"Unbelievably." Jumin mumbled before nuzzling his face into her stomach. She giggled at the sensation it caused and skritched her fingers along his scalp.
"You're just like a cat." She mused. Jumin smiled slightly, and he was positive that she could feel it as she laughed. He already felt like he could take on the world again. Not that he ever wanted to move from this spot. Unable to stop himself he spoke.
