-Short(again), but still fluffy! Thank you for the amazing reviews and I hope you enjoy this little chapter! :)-

-DAY 10: Take a scenic road trip, and sing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs-

Newt was 98% sure he went deaf after that day.

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"TONIGHT, WE ARE VICTORIOUS! CHAMPAGNE POURING OVER US! ALL MY FRIENDS WERE GLORIOUS! TONIGHT WE ARE VICTORRRIIIOUUUSS!"

Newt was two seconds from banging his head off the window. They'd been in this car, on the dusty road, for half an hour. They were on their way to the scenic, Haven Park, outside Glade City. It was quite out of the way for the little family. So Newt was already dreading the long car ride and cramped muscles. Now, he also had the added bonus of his husband and his daughter singing at the top of their lungs. And it was all Minho's fault. He'd turned on the radio and his new favorite song, Victorious, by Panic! At the Disco had come on. So OF COURSE, he had to sing. And every time Minho sang, Belle sang too.

Newt didn't know how long he could survive this trip.

"This is my jam!" Belle cheered from the backseat. She pumped her fists in the air, auburn pigtails bouncing. She was smiling so widely, it looked like it physically hurt.

"This is the jam of all jams!" Minho declared from the driver's seat. Glancing back in the rearview mirror, he returned his daughter's smile. The sunlit forest outside gave him a great backdrop, with his perfect, spiked hair and black T-shirt.

"Let's sing it together again!" Belle exclaimed. Minho and she played this game where they sang together, back and forth.

Chuckling, Minho turned the radio up a little. "Okay, you start."

"Okay!" Humming the music to herself while she waited for the singing to start, Belle swung her legs to the beat. Then she took a breath and Newt mentally prepared himself. "DOUBLE BUBBLE DISCO QUEEN!"

"HEADED TO THE GUILLOTINE!"

"SKIN AS COOL AS STEVE MCQUEEN!"

"LET ME BE YOUR KILLER KING!"

Newt couldn't hold back; he groaned in despair and leaned his head against the window. "I'm not going to survive this," he muttered, and rubbed at his temple with three fingers.

While Belle continued to sing excitedly in the backseat, Minho glanced over at Newt in amusement. "Aw, c'mon, Newt," he urged. "Try to have some fun. Belle loves this song."

"Well, I'm starting to hate it," Newt replied bitterly.

Minho pouted. "I thought you liked it when I sing."

Newt rolled his eyes. Leave it to Minho to bring that up. "Yeah, but only when—" He stopped, with a meaningful look tossed back at Belle. Then he bent across the car a bit and lowered his voice. "Only when you're not fooling around, like, in—"

"In the shower," Minho interrupted deviously. He shot Newt a lethal smirk. "Together..." Leaving a hand on the steering wheel, he rested the other on Newt's knee.

"Minho," Newt warned.

"Remember the last time you took a shower with me?"

"Stop it."

"We're taking one together once we get back."

Newt growled scoldingly. He batted Minho's hand, but let it stay on his knee. "Idiot," he muttered.

"Don't be like that." Leaning over, Minho placed a quick kiss on Newt's cheek.

"You're impossible," Newt replied, fighting the smile that wanted to rise at the kiss. He shook his head in mock pity at Minho's teasing.

Minho's mouth tilted up into a grin. "Want me to sing to you now?" he asked. "Without fooling around with Belle?"

Newt scoffed. "You can't go a second without messing around and singing like a crazy person."

"Watch me."

"...fine. Go for it."

Rubbing his thumb on Newt's knee, Minho looked back out the windows of the car. Newt waited, warmth beginning to pool inside of him. The way Minho sang with Belle was very different from the way he sang to Newt. It was intoxicating. Minho just didn't like singing seriously in front of other people. Finding a short phrase of the song he liked, Minho sang. There was a hint of something in his voice that was only for Newt:

"My touch

Is black and poisonous,

And nothing like my punch-

Drunk kiss, I know you need it,

Do you feel it? Drink the water,

Drink the wine..."

Newt found himself gaping in silence. Even Belle had stopped her cheering from the back. Minho's voice was glorious when he sang, low and pristine. The car was quiet except for the hum of the radio. Minho was blushing a little. Absently, he cleared his throat. "So how was that?" he asked.

"AWESOME!" Belle yelled, and threw her hands up in the air again.

Newt smiled fondly and took Minho's hand in his, twining their fingers. "What she said," he murmured, lifting their hands and kissing Minho's knuckles. Minho's blush deepened adorably and he couldn't even look over at Newt.

Maybe this road trip wouldn't be so bad after all.