"NGL, YUNKI's gifts are always intentional & meaningful."
YUNKI has prepared a gift for Ashley but she has no idea what it could be & its at a secret location.
YUNKI said he had a gift for me, told me to dress comfy & sweats is all I've been mostly wearing. Lately I had been kinda down; Nothing's wrong, just the season. It happens a couple times a year & my therapist said it's best for me to go through the emotions than to try to block them. It's Spring & the passing of my father seems to get harder every year.
I had been extra needy in the cuddles department with YUNKI & I told him I wanted to be held a lot more during times like these, but especially during the spring. I get dressed in black joggers, one of YUNKI's FG's black hoodies, & grab my black/blue high top vans. I head to our elevator & head to the lobby. YUNKI said the driver will take me to my gift & he'll meet me there after he's done at the studio. I spot the driver in the lobby & follow him outside to the SUV. I hop in & thank the driver as he closes the door. Once we started off I asked him if he had any idea to what the gift may be & he said no with a happy smile. He knew what it was, YUNKI loved gushing to the driver about the gifts he got me, THIS I knew. I said ok with a smirk upon my face.
NGL, YUNKI's gifts are always intentional & meaningful. So I started racking my brain on what it could be. There hasn't been anything I could recall that would move him to do such a thing but then again we never really needed a reason to get each other gifts. We would just do it, sometimes planned or not. The warmth of the other smiling from ear to ear was enough. Imagining his gummy smile with the last gift I got him, now has me grinning with the memory of that night.
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I had noticed he started to doodle small things on anything he could find when lyrics would come to mind. He would tear them off ,if he could, and place them in another book. I had got him a book where it had perforated left edges & made a small binder with protected film pages so he could slide the drawings in there. I wasn't looking for the book but when I came across it at the bookstore one day, I had to grab a few. He goes through notebooks pretty fast so grabbing 4 wasn't too much. The look on his face when I gave it to him after dinner one night & how I had collected all his other drawings & made a place for them was so lovely. It wasn't until he kissed me is how I knew this meant a lot to him.
We were next to each other, diagonally, at the island in the kitchen. He had gotten up from the bar stool & turned me to face him. I was grinning from ear to ear seeing how happy he was, I was sitting on my hands trying to contain my excitement but he could tell I wanted to explode with joy. He lifted my chin & brought his lips to mine. At first I was just happy he enjoyed the gift, but the unforeseen intensity of the kiss shocked me.
His hand lifted my chin to graze my left jawline twice over. That same hand, with the lightest touch, graze down my left arm sending chills over me. His lips left mine & found a way down the right side of my neck to my collarbone & that right hand found the small place on my lower back. I had let out a combination of a gasp & moan. I hadn't notice but in that instance, he had moved me off the bar stool, my left hand in his hair, massaging & the other clawing at his back. He moved his mouth back up my neck, to my ear. Biting my ear lope, he says "seonmul gomabseubnida" in his low range. All I could manage was "mmh". His large hands still mapping my frame like he was slowing trying to find new areas to explore. He chuckles while he has me pressed against him & the vibration from his chest lets another moan escape me.
