"Here, baby," Mingi purrs, placing the chain over your head, letting it dangle around your neck. You said you liked it. It's yours now. It's a chain with a heart that rests a bit below your collar. He thinks it looks good on you.

The thing that's important about this, though, is that Mingi doesn't just let anyone borrow his chains. It's only you. Only you get them. And you get to borrow his rings, too. And he doesn't take that lightly. His jewelery is his.