Here's your new chapter! Thank you again for the marvelous reviews! This has cuddling and awesomeness and Minho being sexy, and yeah. Enjoy!-

-DAY 11: Cuddle up on the couch, and watch a romantic film or TV show together-

Minho could never be serious, even when Newt was crying over a movie. Well, maybe he COULD be, just this once.

-X-X-X-

"Okay, I got this, I got this..." Minho was whispering to himself, standing in Belle's room, blue walls darkened by dusk. He gazed at her carefully in the dimness, waiting for any movement. Belle was a curled-up ball of red hair and polka-dot pj's in bed, the pale covers up around her neck. Her lashes twitched softly as she dreamed, slow breaths tickling the air. She'd just fallen asleep. It was eight-thirty. A miracle.

Minho was overly proud of himself for his good work. Thanks to his amazing lullaby skills, he'd gotten Annabelle asleep in two minutes. Once she was out, she was OUT for the night. Which meant that he had the rest of the night with Newt and a movie he'd gotten earlier today. He snickered as he thought of it. He loved getting—Oh, wait, Belle was rolling over in bed. What if she heard him? As quickly and quietly as possible, he backed out of the room and shut the door behind him. Wincing at the slight click it made, he paused in the hall to listen. Nothing. She wasn't awake. Thank God.

Now. Where was he? Oh yes, his movie. Minho had went out to Walmart and bought The Vow. It was the most romantic, tragic, slightly-funny movie he'd ever heard of. He was dreading watching it because 1. he'd already seen it before and 2. he may be a gigantic cheeseball around Newt, but he hated watching OTHER people be cheeseballs on TV.

Anyway. He only bought this movie for a few select reasons: firstly, that Newt had such a soft spot for romance movies, it was ridiculous. Minho couldn't count the number of times he was forced to watch Titanic or It's Complicated, just because they were full of comedy and romance and all that gushy stuff. Second reason: romance movies turned Newt into the human equivalent of a puppy. He got all melty and cute, snuggling up next to Minho with those sapphire eyes driving Minho mad. Yes, he was looking forward to that. And thirdly, this movie was bound to make Newt cry.

Why did Minho want to make Newt cry over a film? He just liked to mess with him sometimes. Plus, Newt got even more puppy-like when he cried, and he always thanked Minho for picking the movie when it was over.

Minho was such a jerk, secretly manipulating Newt like this. But he loved it, and it was all for Newt anyway, so what the hell? Rubbing his palms together like a conspirator, he hurried into his room to change. Once in blue-striped boxers and a black tee (basically, his pj's, minus the shirt), he snagged the DVD off the bedside table and headed down the hall.

The living room was lit in lamplight glowing from the coffee tables. The screen of the TV was neon blue, waiting for the movie. Minho had asked Newt to get it ready earlier and to wait for him on the couch while he got the DVD. But now, looking at the empty couch, he saw that Newt wasn't even in the room. "Newt?" he called uncertainly. "You better not be hiding from me."

Suddenly, arms snaked around his waist from behind and a lean body pressed up against his back. Minho only jerked once, gasping. "Boo," a smooth, musical voice murmured to him and he recognized Newt's British accent.

"Dammit, Newt," Minho muttered, relaxing again.

A light giggle and lips grazing the side of his neck. "Did I scare you?"

"No."

"You're a bad liar, Minho."

Minho hummed noncommittally in response, DVD in one hand and the other tracing Newt's fingers laced on his stomach. He felt a kiss placed tenderly beneath his ear and broke into a grin. "Is that my surprise?" Newt asked, chin on Minho's shoulder now.

Minho flipped the box around so that Newt couldn't see it. "Maybe," he replied. "It's a movie."

"Well, I knew THAT." Newt stretched onto his toes to see better over Minho's shoulder. "What kind of movie?"

"Horrible, disgusting, tragic romance."

"I love those!"

There was evident sarcasm in that statement, making Minho laugh. "I know you do. That's why I got it."

"Hmmm." Thoughtfully, Newt nuzzled Minho's neck, prompting Minho to tilt his head to the side with a sigh. Newt traced his nose up Minho's neck and whispered in his ear, "are you sure you didn't get it for something else?" As he said it, he slid his hands down suggestively to rest very low on Minho's hips.

On second thought, forget the plan, Minho was taking Newt to bed right now. Then he snapped at his crazed, stupid mind for being so easily reeled in by Newt. He still wanted to watch the movie (well, sort of) and he still wanted to see Newt's reaction. He could do...other things with Newt later. "I'm sure," he answered firmly, and Newt groaned in despair. A flash of smugness made Minho snarky. "Sorry, baby, I know you wanted your hands on me tonight."

"I might still get my hands on you, so watch it," Newt quipped, sneaking a hand onto Minho's backside and curling his fingers in Minho's boxers. Minho didn't have time to shove Newt against a wall because the blonde had already slipped away across the room. "Now, put in the movie already and get over here." Falling onto the couch like a prince, Newt lazily sprawled out with a foot on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He wore only a pair of briefs; well, at least, Minho thought he did. It was hard to tell, thanks to the giant, red T-shirt he wore. That shirt had KEEP CALM AND PLAY GUITAR printed in white across it and had been a present to Minho from his mother. However, his mother got it way too big and it didn't even fit Minho. On, Newt it dropped to mid-thigh.

It was painfully cute and hot at the same time.

Minho raised an eyebrow at Newt's tone as he knelt beside the TV. "It's not very nice to order your husband around, you know."

"You know you love it."

"Do not."

"I can name twenty times you've SAID you loved it."

"Saying that while in bed with you doesn't count."

"Why not?"

"I was momentarily blinded by your beauty at the time."

Newt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Flattery will get you nowhere." Then he noticed Minho inserting the disc into the DVD player. Curiosity got the better of him. "What movie'd you get?" he asked, sitting up straighter.

"Not telling," Minho replied. "You gotta wait."

"Why?" Newt asked indignantly.

"Cuz it's a surprise." Smiling teasingly, Minho sauntered over to the couch and sat himself down next to Newt. As he picked up the remote from a couch cushion, Newt scooted over and kissed his cheek. There weren't any words needed for the gesture of affection. Minho's lips tilted up into a smile and he held out an arm invitingly. "C'mere."

Newt bit his lip and obediently hopped across the couch to Minho's side. Curling himself up against his husband, he rested a hand on Minho's chest and sighed contentedly. Minho rubbed Newt's shoulder once, then dropped his hand to Newt's waist. With Newt whispering, "love you, Min," against his collarbone, he pointed the remote at the TV and pressed PLAY.

-X-X-X-

Well, the end credits were rolling up the screen and Newt was a mess. He'd started sniffling at the part where the couple in the movie decided to separate, because the poor girl couldn't remember her husband at all. Then, at the end, he'd looked a little happier once they were together again, sort of. And at the very end, as the couple walked down the sidewalk together, he promptly stuck his face in Minho's chest and cried. Another successful movie night.

Minho patted Newt's head soothingly with the hand that wasn't holding the blonde close. "Hey, it's all right, sweetheart," he hushed. "They ended up working it out."

"That w—was an a—awful m—movie," Newt whimpered in reply, muffled from Minho's T-shirt.

"What do you mean? I thought it was pretty good and normally I hate these movies."

"It was s—so sad w—when she f—forgot him."

"But they end up together again."

"She s—still doesn't r—remember though."

Letting out a resigned breath, Minho held Newt closer. Sometimes, Newt was way too soft-hearted for the simplest things, like movies. He ran his fingers through the disheveled mess of Newt's hair. "C'mon, angel, don't cry," he cooed. "It's just a movie. Based on a true story, but still." Newt sniffed tearfully and Minho rubbed his back in circles. "It's okay, love. My darling. Don't cry..."

Newt finally lifted his head, pulling himself together enough to look more normal. He rubbed at his tearstained cheek with a hand. "What if...?"

Minho sent him a withering look. "Don't even ask 'what if that happened to us.' It was just a movie."

"Based on a true story," Newt reminded him flatly.

"Not OUR story," Minho protested. He thumbed a stray tear from Newt's cheekbone, cradling his face. "Newt, I would never forget you. And if I did, I think you'd be so ticked at me, you'd beat me up until I remembered." A half-smile pulled up his lips.

Newt gave a little laugh. "Yeah, I guess," he admitted.

"And even if I didn't remember, I'd just fall in love with you all over again." Minho used his hand on Newt's jaw to tip the blonde's chin up so that he could admire the mussed golden hair and ivory skin. "How could I resist someone like you?" he asked playfully.

"Okay, okay." Newt slid a hand over his face to remove the last traces of crying. "You got me there. I'm done crying like a bloody girl."

Minho smirked. "You look cute when you cry over cheesy movies."

"Very funny, Minho."

"I try." Leaning in, Minho pecked Newt's lips sweetly. He couldn't take how those big blue eyes gazed up at him in return. He kissed Newt again, just long enough for Newt to make a sound of content against his mouth. "Come to bed, angel," he murmured.

Newt gave Minho a wry glance. "To sleep or...?" he trailed off mischievously.

Minho replied with a wicked smirk, hooking his arms under Newt's knees and back, and scooping the blonde up off the couch. Standing up, he lifted Newt into his arms, bridal-style, and Newt squeaked. Hands at Minho's neck, he shivered as Minho nosed at his hair. "Let me show you why I won't forget you so easily," Minho murmured huskily.

Newt smiled and let Minho carry him from the room.

Another successful movie night, indeed.