Secrets

17. Merry Christmas

"Auntie!"

I groaned as forty pounds of excitement jumpped over my back.

"A...achoom...ach-me?" Katie tried to speak Korean as she crawled across me, shaking my shoulders. Unfortunately, having your Korean teacher in Korea didn't help, especially for a five year old.

"Achim," I muttered. "Get off."

"Get...up!" Katie continued in her choppy Korean.

"No."

"Pretty boxes."

"You mean presants."

"Glitter tree."

"It's Christmas, you can use English."

Katie considered it for a moment before accepting my offer. "Okay. Get up!"

I groaned and rolled out of bed, letting myself be dragged downstairs by a five-year-old.

"She didn't even let you get dressed."

"Be glad I'm even up, okay. Your offspring dragged me outta bed. You sent her up there. Didn't you?"

"Of course. You would have told me where to stick it. You can't tell Katie no." My brother gave me a hug. "How's Korea treating my baby sister? I heard you got a boyfriend over there in one of those music groups."

"Yeah. Mom's not too happy about that."

Donny patted my shoulder. "Don't worry too much about that. You're her little girl. She only wants the best. I know you're gonna do whatever makes you happy. I'll also gladly beat him to a pulp if he ever hurts my little sister."

"Shove off."

"My very mean little sister."

"It's nice you two are bonding," my sister-in-law poked her head out of the living room. "But gifts."

I ran up and hugged her around her baby belly.

I knelt down in front of her and started talking to her belly. "How's my favorite little nephew? Growing big right? I can't wait to meet you!"

Sam laughed. "Off the bump, off."

My family drew two adult's names from a hat and bought them gifts. And everyone got Katie one or two things. So Christmas was mostly about her.

I got a set of high quality headphones from my brother for my music producing. And my mom got me a new messanger bag with my name embroidered in Korean and English.

"Thank you! They're perfect."

"Oh, sweetheart, there's one more thing. Someone mailed this too the house. It came last week."

Inside was a lot of tissue, a note, another small box, and a lace vest. I put the vest on, pulled the note out.

"You were eyeing it in Hong Kong. It came late for your birthday. So you get it for Christmas. Also, I remember you saying how you love the Irish Claddagh ring. So take it as a promise. Between now and the next. Merry Christmas. I love you. Yoongi."

I reread the note aloud in English because my mom was trying to read Korean over my shoulder. Then I opened the smaller box and pulled out a claddagh with little clear gems in the crown.

Katie leaned over. "Pretty! Did your husband give you that?"

"My hus-...oh." I pulled her up onto my knee. "Katie-cat, I'm not married like Gammy and Pappy or your mommy and daddy. So he's not my husband. He's my boyfriend."

"Will he be your husband later?"

"Maybe. We'll see. But you'll be there if it happens."

I put the ring on my left index finger.

"Well, that boy you've got over there seems to be treating you pretty well," my dad huffed.

I grinned at him. "Don't worry, Dad. You're still my favorite guy."

"What about me?!"

"You're just my annoying big brother."

I pulled my phone out and used the messenger app usually connected to my American phone that was set for my Korean number over the holiday.

Me: you're absolutely too cute sometimes, but you suck because I told you no Christmas gifts, I'll have to make it up to you when I get home

I spent the remainder of the day either chit chatting with my family, or playing with my neice. But I never once took the ring off. It was a permanent part of my hand. It reminded me my heart was Yoongi's and his was mine.

Just before bed I received a new text.

Yoongi: is Seoul home now? Sorry, but I already mailed it when you said no gifts

Me: you have my heart, that's where home is, i love the gifts, I just have to think of a way to thank you

Yoongi: you could send me a picture in just the vest

I smirked at my phone. I knew he was kidding. He'd told me once he would never expect me to send him dirty pictures. But, I felt like he deserved it.

I locked my door and quickly stripped, fixed my hair, and threw the vest on over my bare skin. I set the timer on my phone and took a few pictures with the light behind me, making it a kind of erotic silhouette before changing the camera angle. Putting one finger between my teeth I set the timer and slipped the other hand between my legs.

Why am I wet? Is it really turning me on sending him naughty pictures?

I pulled my pajamas back on and laid back down.

Yoongi: i was kidding don't be mad

Me: well if you don't want the pictures...

Yoongi: you didn't

I sent him two of the silhouette photos

Yoongi: you're teasing

I sent him a couple of the second set.

Yoongi: you're giving me a hard time

Me: you're always giving me a hard time

Yoongi: I can't wait to have you back home and screaming

Me: I'll be home soon. I have to sleep now. Goodnight, I love you

Yoongi: I love you too, sweet dreams