#(.my melon)

I know this is late but Merry belated Christmas my friend! ‘The best is yet to come’, right? And now the best finally arrived, with more than one week delay. Blame this lazy Santa, I bet if someone paid him he would work faster. Anyways, I will use this chance and wish you a Happy New Year as well, so this lateness comes kind of handy I think. PS: I got your presents done before I went to LA, but the letter was a spontaneous idea. It’s more personal like this, right? Without further ado I will start now.

Dear Asher, my dumpling, my boyfriend, my love. Look at these cute mugs I got us. Yours is the one in the back of course, do you like them? But next to them I got you these shoes. Why you ask? Because even though they’re not completely your style, I don’t want you to be buried in your Jordans. This is our first Christmas as a couple, isn’t it actually pretty amazing? I love you Asher, thank you for being my boyfriend, and the person I am allowed to love. Let’s celebrate next Christmas together as well, and maybe also New Years, I would like that.

@hwangsia

Put the name of a person into my ask and I’ll tell you what I think about that person.@hwangsia

Well anyway.. Sophie is definitely someone who came along unexpected. I never knew she’d be my girlfriend and I think it’s a pretty awesome thing that she is. She’s someone who’s mean and stuff, but she’s really warm and cuddly- she makes up for all her mean-ness and whatnot. Despite her so-called imperfections, I still love her as much as I always will and maybe even love her more, if that’s possible. Sophie’s someone different from other girls, really. Ew I’m so cheesy I’ll stop. I totally copied this from the anon- Kiss me, still?

PS. Oh and you want me to do you, huh?

The younger let out a small yelp as she was picked up and thrown over the shoulder of her boyfriend, her hands starting to hit his back almost immediately. Before she had the chance to scold him though she was already placed on the bed, the male nuzzling his face on her neck. There was no way she could do it now, not after Asher acting so cute. Instead her hand reached out to play with some strands of his hair, a new habit she developed. “Aigoo, is my little dumpling tired? My poor baby, want to tell me about your day? Is there something I can do to make you feel better, perhaps?”

Asher decided to stay silent the whole time. Something that always comforted him was her scent. It wasn’t very strong, but it was there. The dancer held on to her firmly, showing her that all she needed to do was stay by his side. Like always, he had a long day at work being a smiley and jolly waiter he always was, which leads to him being drained after work. The way she played with his hair was nice. Having someone to play with his locks always seemed so relaxing to him to the point he could fall asleep anytime. Shaking his head in response, he leaned in closer and continued to nuzzle on her skin, placing a couple of butterfly kisses on her neck as he made himself comfortable.