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-DAY 21: Rent a hotel room to get away from your regular routine for a night-

Minho was ecstatic to get a night away with Newt and Belle.

However, needless to say, every night can have some...unexpected events.

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The hotel was beautiful, the night was young, and Newt was stunning. Minho couldn't think of a better way to spend his Friday.

The Newton's were walking through the glass doors of a lovely hotel close to Glade City. It wasn't overly extravagant, but it wasn't too shabby either. The carpet under their feet was deep, rich red and the walls were warm-colored too. There were other people there, of course, lingering by the front desk or heading for their rooms; it put a light buzz of conversation in the air and a pleasant feeling to the night. Minho was happy.

He was especially happy because this had all been HIS idea. What a brilliant person he was.

"Slow down, Belle!" Newt called to the redheaded girl skipping ahead of them. "The room's not gonna go anywhere before we get to it."

"I know!" Belle replied cheerily. She gave a little spin in her skipping, hair and navy dress wheeling about her.

"So, why're you going so fast?"

"I just like skipping!"

Newt exchanged a glance with Minho. "She just likes skipping," he stated flatly, a quirk to his mouth.

Minho chuckled, slinging his fingers in his jeans pockets. "I wonder where she gets that from."

"Probably you," Newt joked, and elbowed Minho in the ribs.

"I do not skip." Minho batted Newt in the arm scoldingly.

"You totally do," Newt replied. "I've seen it."

"You must've been drunk at the time."

"YOU must've been drunk at the time."

Minho couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Shut up," he snickered, circling his arm around Newt's waist and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Affection filled his heart for the blonde.

"Make me—Oh, wait, you're really warm." Pressing himself into Minho's side as they walked, Newt encouraged Minho to keep his arm around him. A soft purr of delight left the blonde's throat as they walked with sides squished together.

Minho grinned. Newt was like a little kitten in his arms. "Really warm," he repeated in mock thoughtfulness. "Is that your shy way of saying I'm hot in public?"

"Whatever," Newt replied noncommittally. He slid his eyes slowly over Minho, from head to toe, knowing how much it would turn Minho on. It was like a physical touch gliding over his skin and Minho shivered. "Mrs. Park does send the best Christmas presents," Newt remarked, after taking in the brown leather jacket Minho was wearing. "I think I have a new weakness for you in leather."

Minho gasped then, because Newt had snuck a hand up the back of his shirt and jacket, and was running his fingers over Minho's lower back. "Quit it," he managed. He couldn't concentrate when he physically ACHED for Newt's hands on him.

"Sorry," Newt murmured, not sounding sorry at all. He looked away, but with the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Newt had been getting very flirtatious lately and Minho was gonna have to do something about that.

Suddenly, their conversation was interrupted by a pained yelp ahead of them. Belle had tripped over a fold in the carpet. She now sat up from where she'd landed hard on her knees and rubbed her elbow. As soon as she raised glistening green eyes to her fathers' faces, Minho knew what was going to happen. "Daddy," she whined and then she was crying softly, tears staining her cheeks. Several people paused walking by, concern in their gazes.

"Oh, Annabelle," Newt said at once, hurrying over to her and kneeling down. "You can't go so fast. Where does it hurt?"

"M—m—my knees," she sniffled. There was a bruise already forming on one and the other was scraped painfully.

Minho crouched on Belle's other side and stroked her hair. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," he soothed, as she continued to cry between her fathers. "It's okay. I'll make it better." He glanced over at Newt. "You think they have Band-Aids here?"

"They have to," Newt replied, hand on Belle's shoulder. "What hotel doesn't have Band-Aids?"

"We should probably get one on her knee."

"Yeah. I'll go and—"

"Am I gonna bleed to death, Daddy?" Belle asked abruptly, her face still crumpled and tearstained.

Minho had to try not to laugh a little, because it was too endearing, in a sad way. Newt blinked at his daughter in surprise. "Oh—no, honey, you won't bleed to death," he reassured her. "It's just a scratch, that's all."

"B—but you h—hurt your leg and it d—didn't get better."

Newt could only stare at her. "Well...that was—"

And they were all cut off by someone's hand appearing in front of them. It was holding a lollipop in a bright pink wrapper. Belle sniffed and blinked up at the stranger in surprise. Minho and Newt did the same. It was an old woman, her skin wrinkled as old book pages and wearing a pale blue turtleneck. She smiled sweetly down at Belle with warm, brown eyes. "Here you are, sweetie," she croaked in a worn voice. "Do you like lollipops?"

Belle rubbed her cheek with a hand. "Y—yeah," she stammered.

"Well then, here you go. Something to cheer you up, hmm?"

"Thank you." Belle accepted the gift, holding the lollipop carefully in both hands. Looking up at the old woman again, she gave a tiny smile.

"There," the old woman said fondly. "No more crying." Then she lifted a finger importantly. "Now, don't go ruining your dinner with that candy without asking your parents first." Her smile was sent to Minho and Newt.

"Okay." Belle nodded once. Then she took Newt's hand as he helped her stand up and smoothed down her dress.

Minho straightened too, but his gaze was still on the old woman. "I...Thanks," he told her sheepishly.

She waved a hand at him like it was no big deal. "Oh, don't worry about it," she replied. "Everyone needs some cheering up now and then."

"Well, it was very nice of you."

Tilting her head at him, she smiled. "You're very sweet," she commented, as though she didn't think she deserved his compliment. Then she glanced at Newt, who had joined the two after checking in with Belle. "How long have you two been married?" At the raised eyebrows she received, she chuckled. "I may be old, but I'm not blind. I know a couple when I see one."

Newt lowered his gaze bashfully. "About four years," he replied. "We've been married four years."

"How lovely. And the little one, how old is she?"

"About seven," Minho answered. "She was an orphan, so they don't know her exact age."

"Well, she is just a sweetheart," the old woman replied warmly. She glanced between the two of them. "You should be proud to be her family. She's lucky to have caring parents like you two."

Newt blushed. "Thanks."

Nodding once, she started to shuffle past them. Minho watched her creaky movements, feeling a bit lighter about the people in the world. Pausing next to Newt, the old woman leaned over and whispered too-loudly to him, "and watch out for this one, dear." She pointed at Minho. "MUCH too handsome for his own good." Patting his arm, she continued on, leaving Newt pink in the cheeks.

As soon as she was gone, Minho grinned at his husband. "I like her."