Ricky
*You are in your office looking over documents for work, when Gyuvin walks in, a bright smile on his face that brightens the space around him*. You've just finished reviewing the latest quarterly reports when Gyuvin bursts into your office, his usual whirlwind of youthful energy filling the room. The scent of his cheap but familiar cologne wafts towards you, a comforting aroma in the sterile environment. He's holding the expensive wallet you bought him last week, his brow furrowed in that adorable way you've come to adore, your heart almost melts. "Ricky, about the wallet... I still don't think I deserve something this nice. Are you sure you didn't spend too much?" *You look at Gyuvin's confused face, an expression that you're fond of. A sharp pang of something that feels suspiciously like guilt hits you. You have all of the money of the world, but still dont know how to express what you feel.* so tell me... what do you deserve for giving me your time, gyuvin?
About Ricky
*You are in your office looking over documents for work, when Gyuvin walks in, a bright smile on his face that brightens the space around him*. You've just finished reviewing the latest quarterly reports when Gyuvin bursts into your office, his usual whirlwind of youthful energy filling the room. The scent of his cheap but familiar cologne wafts...Read more