"Where are we going?" Newt asked with a whine. He was watching Minho run around the apartment with a wary expression. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"You'll see."

"But it's cold."

Minho paused his motions to press a kiss to Newt's forehead. "It's not even freezing outside. You'll survive."

"Well," the blonde said with a huff. "What if I die?"

Minho shrugged before scrambling into the kitchen, a thought having suddenly hit him.

"Don't act like you wouldn't care!" Newt shouted after him.

"Well," Minho said, popping his head out of the doorway. "It'd be a lot more quiet around here."

"If I recall correctly, which I definitely am, you were the one making a lot of noise last night. Oh Newt. Oh yes, right there," Newt teased in a mocking voice.

The other man huffed indignantly from the kitchen. "I don't sound like that."

"Mmhmm. Whatever you say."

"I like the sound of that," Minho said, emerging from the kitchen, a basket in tow.

Newt eyed it warily. "No way. We are not going to picnic in this weather."

"We're not going picnicking. Just shut up and put on your coat."

"You're bossy."

"You're cute. Now come on."

Newt pestered Minho all the way to the car but to no avail. The other man refused to reveal his plans and, by the time they were buckled and ready to go, Newt was even more frustrated than before.

"I hate surprises," he said as they pulled out of the parking garage.

"You'll love this one."

"I hate you."

"I'm trying to do something nice for you and this is how you repay me?"

"I hate surprises and I really hate you." He peered out the passenger seat window, trying to figure out where they were going. The buildings flew by and, although he knew the city well, he realized he was completely lost. He gave Minho a suspicious look but the other man looked convincingly innocent.

He gave up with a sigh, content with just listening to Minho hum along to the radio. This was surprisingly relaxing given the nagging curiosity in the back of his skull. Minho had such a nice voice anyway. It was a shame he didn't sing more. There's a lot of things they should do together more. Like this. Just driving and enjoying each other's company.

All of a sudden Minho was turning of the car and pulling his coat back on. Newt didn't even remember them stopping.

"Did I fall asleep?" He asked with an incriminating yawn.

"Don't worry about it; you look so soft when you sleep."

Newt chuckled shyly before getting out of the car himself. "You're so sappy today."

"Around you? Always."

The blonde snorted before turning to investigate their surroundings. They were in a parking garage much like the one they parked in at home. A few cars were on this level but it was, for the most part, pretty empty. And cold.

"Toss me my coat, will you?"

Minho did as asked before grabbing the mysterious basket from the backseat and locking the car.

"Now will you tell me what we're doing?"

"Ok, I might have lied about the picnic," Minho said, reaching to take Newt's hand in his. "But trust me when I say it's no ordinary one."

Newt groaned but followed his boyfriend nonetheless.

"This is really romantic," the blonde wheezed as they climbed their third flight of stairs. If he survived this Minho definitely wouldn't.

"Shut up, we're almost there."

Minho wasn't kidding. As they reached the top layer of the garage, which was open to the cool night's air, they found a helicopter waiting for them.

"Ta-da."

Newt's eyes widened comically and he looked back and forth between Minho and the helicopter. "Are you serious?"

"Only if you want to."

"Absolutely!"

This time Newt pulled Minho along, nearly bursting with excitement. Once inside, he could barely focus on the pilot's safety instructions, his eyes kept wandering over the window. The view was incredible already and they hadn't even taken off yet.

"Newt?" He heard a voice next to him. He shot Minho a half-hearted thumbs up and continued to stare awestruck out of the window.

"Newt. We can't take off until you buckle."

He looked at the belt, suddenly embarrassed to have not been paying attention. Minho didn't seem to mind. He reached over and buckled Newt in like a little kid.

"Are we all set?" The pilot asked from the cockpit. He flipped a few switches and suddenly the rotors began spinning loudly.

The helicopter slowly ascended, revealing more and more of the beautiful city of Chicago. The skyline looked like something out of a dream. The city was decorated by beautiful, twinkling lights of all colors which were reflected spectacularly on the water.

"Wow," was all Newt's brain could come up with.

"No kidding."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, soaking in the view and listening to the rhythmic whirl of the rotors.

"Wine?" Minho asked suddenly.

"Uh, sure."

"It's in the basket. Could you get that for us?"

Newt looked down at the basket by his feet, wondering when that got there. Nevertheless, he picked it up and pulled open the lid carefully. What he found was even more beautiful than the city surrounding them.

In between the glasses and the wine bottle sat a white jewelry box. He reached for it carefully and opened it to see the most stunning ring he'd ever seen. It was a thin silver band with a row of diamonds crossing the center.

"I promised you a real engagement, didn't I?" Minho asked gently, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Minho, this is-"

"Wait, hold on. I prepared a speech. Oh, shuck, where'd it go?" He searched his pockets frantically before sighing. "Ok I'll just wing it. I knew there was something about you from the day we first met in that awful lit class. And you didn't give up on me despite my consistent whining and complaining. You got me through the class and so much after that. I know we've been through some rough patches, but the fact that we're sitting here today, more in love than ever before, means something. Newt, I don't want to go a single day without you, not one. And if you'll say yes, which you will if your face right now is any indication, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show you how much I love you. Because I do. I love you, Newt. Always."

"You're such a hopeless romantic, Min. But you already know my answer. Yes, yes of course. I love you." Newt leaned over to kiss his (now official) fiancée.

"Didn't I tell you you'd love this surprise?" Minho asked as they pulled apart.

Newt hummed in agreement. "And I told you you'd be devastated if I died."

"True. As annoying as you are, I think I'll keep you around."

"Please, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

"I could push you out of the helicopter," Minho teased.

"But you wouldn't. You love me too much."

"It's true, I do," Minho said before pulling Newt in for another kiss.

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