Another chapter! This one was cute, but short. More is on the way, though! ;)-

-DAY 9: Take turns photographing each other-

Well, Newt had already taken pictures of Minho for Sonya's gallery shop, Framed.

So it was Minho's turn.

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"Pose."

"Huh?" Turning from where he was stretched rather comically to put away a plate, Newt peered at Minho over his shoulder. There was a telltale flash and Newt groaned, dropping his hands from the open cabinet. "Minho, did you really just take a picture of me?" he asked.

Minho examined the new picture on his phone screen proudly. "Yep!" He snickered at Newt's dumb expression in the picture. "Now, really, sweetheart, you could've done better in this one."

"Shut it." Newt took another plate from the clean stack beside the sink. "I wasn't prepared for you to be taking random pictures of me."

"Get ready now, cuz here's another." Minho quickly snapped another picture, this one catching Newt's annoyed glare in it. "Oh man," Minho chortled, thumbing through his phone's camera roll. "These are great."

"Are you gonna stop playing around and help?" Newt asked, placing more plates in their places in the cabinet.

"Can't." Minho kept scrolling. Oh yeah, some of these were priceless. Especially that one of Newt's weird, sleeping face. "I've been on a roll all week."

Newt gaped at Minho incredulously. "You've been taking pictures of me ALL WEEK?"

"Yes." Grinning, Minho leaned back on the counter and continued his examination of his pictures. Oh yes, that one of Newt in Minho's track tee was gonna be his new wallpaper. He had a thing for Newt wearing his clothes when he was cold.

Newt narrowed his eyes at Minho suspiciously. "Let me see," he said.

Immediately, Minho pulled his phone defensively to his stomach. "No."

A wicked glint entered Newt's eyes then and he abandoned the plates by the sink. "Minho," he warned.

"Get away from me." Minho edged back along the counter. Newt was a devilish angel in his red sweater and those skinny jeans. Nervous giddiness swam in Minho's stomach.

A smirk curled the corners of Newt's lips up. "You're giving me that phone," he said darkly.

"Yeah, right. Right after you announce that you're actually straight."

"I'll take it from you."

"You can try."

"Min," Newt purred in his best, silken voice, "give me your phone."

Minho pointed at him threateningly. "Stop it. Stop using that British accent on me."

"Fine," Newt decided lightly, and he even started to turn away. His fingers traced the edge of the counter. "I don't need to."

With that, he tackled Minho. "Newt!" Minho yelped, and then laughed as Newt went straight for the phone in his grasp. "Let go of my phone!"

"Never!" They fought like children, twisting and turning to get ahold of the precious iPhone. Minho was obviously fighting to keep his phone, because who wouldn't be? But he was also grinning from ear to ear at Newt's body pressing into his, fingers prying at Minho's, and his crystal laughter in Minho's ears. They ended up tangled with Newt's back to Minho's chest, Minho's arms around him as he held desperately to his phone in Newt's grip. "Newt, I'm not kidding. I will murder you in your sleep tonight."

"You can try!" Newt crowed, working on weakening Minho's hold.

Minho's fingers started to ache and he muttered, "dammit, Newt..." In a last effort, he stuck one hand into the crook of Newt's neck. Snorting loudly, Newt spun in Minho's arms to escape the tickling. They faced each other, phone and tangled fingers trapped between their chests and brilliant smiles.

"Let go," Minho ordered.

Newt sniggered. "You're cute when you try to be mad at me."

"Newt."

"Min."

After a second, Minho chuckled, shaking his head. Without releasing his phone, he touched his forehead to Newt's. "You're such an annoying...adorable, little shank," he muttered.

"I can't tell if that's an insult or not," Newt murmured, and tipped his chin up until their lips met.

Minho purred blissfully and they kissed, soft and deep.

For about two seconds, because dancing, fairy footsteps came prancing in from the living room. Then there was a bright, tinkling-bell voice: "Daddy! Dad! Whatcha—EWWW!"

Minho and Newt sprang apart, both blushing at having been caught. Hands on her hips and denim skirt waving, Belle mock-scowled up at her parents. Her nose was wrinkled and those sparky green eyes challenged the couple. "Were you guys just KISSING?" she demanded, as though "kissing" was considered murder to young children.

"U—um," Newt stammered, pulling at the hem of his sweater.

"Yes, yes, we were." Minho smiled widely and looped an arm around Newt's shoulders. "Because Daddy just loves me so much."

"Ewwww!" Belle stuck her tongue out. "Parents're only s'posed to kiss in PRIVATE, dummies!"

Minho jokingly leaned over and tousled Newt's hair with one hand. "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right," he admitted. "Tell Daddy to keep his hands to himself next time." Newt muttered something indignant and behind Minho's back, he gave a chastising tug to Minho's back pocket.

"Yeah!" Belle jabbed a finger at Newt scoldingly. She looked hilarious, yelling at him in her little red shirt with a white heart stamped on the front. But she soon grew tired of that and turned a curious eye on something else. "What's that?" she asked, pointing.

Minho followed her gaze and saw that she was talking about the phone in his hands. "This?" he asked, holding it up, and she nodded. "It's my phone. I was taking tons of funny pictures of Daddy on it."

Bouncing up and down, Belle broke into a huge grin. "I wanna see!" she declared.

Newt's jaw dropped and Minho returned her grin, only his was more evil. "Oh, I don't think—" Newt tried.

"C'mere, Belle, I'll show you!" Minho interrupted eagerly. He knelt down in front of his daughter before Newt could protest again. Belle skipped over and leaned forward with both hands on one of his bent knees. "C'mon, Newt," Minho urged, glancing up innocently. "Don't you wanna see your beautiful pictures too?"

There was a silence and then a very long sigh. Newt bent down next to Minho, faint dread in his face as he watched Minho enter his passcode. "These better not be embarrassing," he muttered.

"Trust me, okay?" Minho replied, just as a picture of Newt sleeping on the couch lit up on the screen.

Instantly, Belle was giggling. "Daddy, you look so weird!" she exclaimed. Newt's face in the picture was pretty awful; he was asleep with cheek on his arm, squishing one half of his face up.

Newt's ears turned pink as Minho nudged his side with an elbow. "Wait; there's more," he said evilly, and flicked to the next picture.

"HA!" Belle snorted loudly, because in this picture, Newt was in the middle of burning his mouth on too-hot coffee, face screwed up hysterically.

"I love this one!" Minho exclaimed.

Newt groaned and dragged a hand over his face.

And so, it went on. Minho continued to scroll through his camera roll and Bell's laughter lit up the room with every one. She leaned against his shoulder, bouncing on the balls of her feet enthusiastically. Newt was too busy being mortified to notice much. The pictures actually got worse as they went on. Newt with atrocious bedhead and bags under his eyes. Newt in the middle of scowling at Minho's camera while he brushed his teeth. Newt sticking his tongue out, Newt singing with a brush as a microphone, Newt cuddling with their kitten, Coal. There was even one of Newt accidentally spraying himself in the face while attempting to do dishes at the sink. Minho really had been on a roll.

"Awwww, I like that one!" Belle cheered, pointing a tiny finger. "That's the sweater I got you for Christmas!"

Newt peeked out from between his fingers. "Oh, god..."

Newt was wearing a neon-green sweater in this one, with freaking Rudolf prancing across the front.

Minho grinned triumphantly. "I'd stop, angel, but this is great," he said to Newt. Without thinking, he scrolled again.

"MINHO!" Newt suddenly slapped his hands over Minho's phone at the same time Minho yelped (he also practically GRABBED Belle's face to cover her eyes). He'd forgotten about THAT picture...the one he'd secretly taken after Newt had gotten out of the shower, towel not quite folded around him yet... Minho probably should've deleted that one before now. He grimaced at Newt as Belle squawked and pried at the fingers over her eyes. "Sorry," he whispered.

Newt was blushing furiously now. "Delete it," he hissed.

"But you're so sexy in it," Minho protested, quiet in Newt's ear so that Belle wouldn't hear.

"Too bad," Newt quipped.

Sighing, Minho deleted the picture. Precious memories lost. Oh well. "Okay, Belle, you can look now," he said, uncovering Belle's face.

She spat out a strand of hair and frowned up at him. "Why couldn't I see the picture?" she complained, big eyes flitting between her fathers.

Newt and Minho glanced at each other. Newt raised his eyebrows: YOU deal with this one. Muttering, "shuck-face," Minho thought hastily for an answer. He wasn't very good at coming up with stuff on the spot, but he thought he did pretty well.

"It was a picture Daddy took of that really boring show, Downton Abbey."

Belle's response: "Ew, I hate that show!"

Newt's response: punching Minho in the shoulder.