The Next Day
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Dynasty P.O.V
Mommy always told me that sometimes, love is of many kinds. Kinds that bend you. Kinds that break you. But no matter the kind, you play the hand you pulled. And you better play it well.
Cause even the best kind, at the wrong time can hurt you to heal you. Or even worse, vice versa..
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"Some peeople, want it alll. But I don't! Want nothin' at alll, if it aain't you baby, if I ain't got you baaee, somee people want, Diamond ringss, some just, want everythiingg, but everything means nothiinn', if I ain't got youuu."
My mid-morning quiet time was interrupted by the soft medley falling from Yungin's lips as he made his way into the kitchen.
I leaned against the island behind me, watching my bacon sizzle, as I enjoyed a fresh cup of hazelnut coffee.
"GoodMornin' Gorgeous," He says resting a hand on the back of my folded arm. "Somethin' smells good." He smirks, before kissing me on the cheek.
I tried to keep my composure as the scent of his freshly washed body and mild cologne circulated the air.
"GoodMornin."
I size him up taking in his attire.
The unbuttoned Burberry "Button Up" shirt, The white gold Cuban link resting on his bare, tatted chest. Followed by the "Jesus Piece", then the winged split photograph of his mother and deceased brother. The Burberry belt, barely holding up his lightly washed Rock Revival Jeans. The low-top Burberry sneakers. Oh, and the iced out Rolex, possibly weighing down his slender wrist.
I crack a smile, admiring his appearance like I did the first day I met em.
"You got enough fa me?" He asks, taking a seat at the table.
"Uh, yeah sure." I chuckle myself back from my day dream.
"Say uhh, where's Brooke? I ain't hear you fussin' this mornin, so I know she ain't here." He says.
I prepare his plate to be washed down with his favorite breakfast beverage, apple juice.
"Mommy and daddy wanted a day with all the grans so, I took em up on the offer." I shrug.
We both laugh.
Silence filled the air for a moment, until he spoke again.
"That's fa me?" He asks with a mouth full of cinnamon roll.
"What? This?" I pick up the box from last night.
"Nah, that."
"Well," I sigh. "Yeah. It is for you."
"Oh word!?, yeen even have ta do that, but since you did, Let me get that up off you shorty." He jokes, but not really.
I chuckle sarcastically, hoping I could keep it all together.
He wiped off his greasy fingers before opening the box.
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