-New chapter! This one's pretty short, sorry! But I thought it was a decent length for just a moment between these two. I hope you enjoy it! More coming soon!-

-DAY 24: Pull out old pictures from your early dating days, and revisit the honeymoon phase-

Old pictures of Minho were adorable.

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"Oh my God, look at this one."

Minho blinked as Newt poked a picture under his nose, pointing gleefully at its contents. "Whoa, this is old," he remarked, taking it from Newt's grasp and examining it. It was a picture of the couple at a high school track meet, wearing the matching T-shirts and with Minho's arm around Newt's shoulders. From the way they stood with space between them and the casual smiles, Minho guessed that this was from before they'd even started dating.

"I know, right?" Newt asked happily. "I don't even think we were together yet. I'm happy you talked me into doing track."

Minho smiled, lowering the picture to the growing pile on the coffee table before them. "I'm happy I did too."

"Why?"

"I got to watch you change in the locker room."

"Jerk," Newt laughed, elbowing Minho's arm.

The two were seated on the couch side by side, an open box lying next to Newt. Inside of it, were countless pictures from high school, college, and every other time they'd been friends or together. There were others with Gally, Thomas, and other friends too, but they were mainly focused on ones of them. Newt had discovered the box in the back of a closet and decided that they must go through it.

Minho didn't mind. It was nice to do something like this with Newt. There was something wonderful about looking at old pictures with Belle's voice in the background and their own house around them.

"Ha! You look hilarious!" Newt crowed. He chose a picture from the stack and held it up. It showed a very grumpy Minho, clothes soaked and an ice cube on his shoulder; it had been from the day they'd done the Ice Bucket Challenge. Minho hadn't been too happy to have a bucket of icy water thrown on top of him.

"Wow, I was mad at you," Minho remarked, taking the picture and studying it.

"For what?" Newt asked, wrinkling his nose as he searched for another picture.

Minho tugged lightly at the sleeve of Newt's white shirt. "It was your idea to do the challenge in the first place."

Newt flapped a hand in response. "Whatever, I didn't hear you complain—Oh my shuck, look at this!" He snatched up a picture and stuck it in Minho's face. "It's from the summer together before college, remember?"

Minho's eyebrows rose; the picture showed Newt and him knee-deep in pool water, laughing in each other's arms. Both were shirtless, in swim trunks and golden sunlight. "Hey, is that the pool out by Thomas's old house?" he asked, accepting the picture with a growing smile.

"I dunno, but I love it," Newt declared. Resting his shoulder against Minho's, he admired the photo dreamily. "Look at my handsome husband." He pointed a finger at the image of a sun-kissed Minho.

Minho chuckled as Newt nuzzled into his neck affectionately. "You're so lucky I put up with you," he joked. "Do I still look like that?"

"Nah." Newt placed a kiss on Minho's neck, beneath his jaw. "You got taller and your hair's a little longer, I think." Laughing, he poked Minho lightly in the stomach. "You definitely didn't get fat."

"Lucky for you," Minho quipped. Then he yelped as Newt dug tickling fingers into his side. "Shank!" Squirming under the probing fingertips, he slung an arm around Newt's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Newt's tickling faltered, then stopped as he kissed back with a sigh. For several minutes, neither of them spoke. Then Minho drew back from the kiss and smiled. "I was kidding, angel," he murmured. "I'm the lucky one."