Seonghwa sighed heavily as he shut the door to his apartment behind him. It had been an exhausting day at work, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of heaviness that had settled over him. As he walked further into his living room, he noticed Yeosang sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone.

"Hey, Yeosang," Seonghwa called out, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Yeosang looked up, a faint smile appearing on his face as he saw Seonghwa. "Hey, babe. Tough day?"

Seonghwa simply nodded, too tired to articulate his feelings. He desperately needed some solace, a comforting hug or a gentle touch to ease his weary mind. But he knew Yeosang was not the type who openly expressed physical affection. As much as Seonghwa understood and respected his boyfriend's boundaries, he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Yeosang noticed Seonghwa's somber expression and placed his phone aside, concern etching his features. "What's wrong, Seonghwa? Is there something bothering you?"

Seonghwa felt a lump form in his throat, but he pushed it down, not wanting to burden Yeosang with his troubles. "It's nothing, really. Just a long day at work."

Yeosang nodded understandingly, his eyes searching Seonghwa's face for any signs of distress. "Well, I'm here for you, you know that, right?"

Seonghwa managed a weak smile, grateful for Yeosang's comforting words. "Yeah, I know. Thank you, Yeosang."

But as Seonghwa looked at his tired and downcast boyfriend, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed an extra boost of affection tonight. Without thinking, he found himself walking towards Yeosang and pulling him into a tight embrace.

Yeosang was taken aback for a moment, his surprise evident in his eyes, but he quickly relaxed into the embrace, his arms encircling Seonghwa's waist. "You sure? I thought you were tired."

Seonghwa chuckled softly, his voice muffled against Yeosang's shoulder. "I am tired, but I just needed this, Yeosang. I needed you."

Yeosang's grip tightened around Seonghwa, his touch conveying the unspoken reassurance and love he always struggled to express verbally. Seonghwa took a deep breath, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him as the tension slowly dissipated from his body.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Seonghwa couldn't help but feel grateful for a boyfriend like Yeosang. Though Yeosang may not be the touchy type, he always found other ways to show his love and care. He would surprise Seonghwa with thoughtful gifts or remember the smallest details about his likes and dislikes.

Seonghwa finally pulled away, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Thank you, Yeosang. Sometimes, even the less touchy gestures mean the world to me."

Yeosang returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I may not always say it, but you mean the world to me too, Seonghwa. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

And in that moment, as they stood in the quiet sanctuary of their apartment, Seonghwa realized that love came in many different forms. Whether it was a tender touch or a silent understanding, he knew that with Yeosang by his side, he would never be alone.