-This is really short, but sweet, so enjoy! Thank you for the marvelous reviews!-
-DAY 14: Go out somewhere, and show a little PDA-
Technically, Newt was responsible for this one. Which was surprising, considering he was shy as hell in public.
-X-X-X-
It had already been half an hour and Belle was still in the bounce house. Minho could see her through the netting on the sides of the gigantic, blown-up castle. Her hair flashed brilliant red as she jumped up and down, giggling loudly alongside her new friends. Minho didn't recognize another child in there. It was strange and nice, how kids made new friends in bounce houses at the mall. It was just plain strange that someone had set up a bounce house in the mall and was letting people get inside for free. Literally, this thing was right in the middle of one of those huge halls of the New Haven Mall. Luckily, there were a few benches around it, so the Newton's could sit while Belle went nuts in there. Minho wouldn't even be here right now if Newt hadn't pointed out a place to sit.
Speaking of which... Minho glanced over at his husband beside him, to see if Newt was growing as bored as Minho was yet. Newt was lolling lazily on the bench, slouched down with horrible posture and half-closed eyes. Oh yeah, he was bored. But there was a blue raspberry smoothie in his hands that he'd evidently boughten from the smoothie shop a few yards away. So at least he had something to do while Minho had nothing. He stared at Newt sipping drowsily through the straw and suddenly felt thirsty.
"Is that any good?" he asked, poking Newt in the shoulder.
"Huh?" Newt glanced up at him with cute confusion, as though just waking up. The cuteness was intensified by the soft, dark gray sweater he wore.
Minho smiled teasingly at Newt's half-asleep mood. "I asked you if that was any good," he repeated, pointing at the smoothie cup.
"Oh. Yeah, it's pretty good." Newt took another sip, pointing at where Belle was now rolling along the floor of the bounce house. "How long do you think she'll be in there for?"
Minho shrugged, less worried about Belle and more concerned with this smoothie business. "I dunno."
"Ugh. I'm kinda sick of sitting here." Newt leaned against Minho's side as he spoke. In return, Minho slung his arm across Newt's shoulders, feeling the softness of that sweater against him.
"Tell me about it." Minho watched as Newt's lips met the straw again, rubbing his husband's shoulder absently. "Can I have some of that?"
Newt blinked in puzzlement, then his eyes widened as Minho made a grab for the smoothie. "Wha—No!" he yelped, stretching his arm out so that Minho couldn't reach. "Get your own."
"But you have one and you're right here."
"So?"
"So, I only want a little bit."
"Too bad."
"Newwwwt."
"Minhooooo."
Minho narrowed his eyes threateningly then, but Newt just smiled sweetly back at him. "You little shank," Minho muttered. Then, as fast as possible, he snatched at the smoothie again.
"Minho!" Newt scolded, waving the cup this way and that to avoid Minho's grabbing fingers. They were flush against each other on the bench now, Minho's arm caging Newt and the blonde wriggling in his grasp. Minho's fingertips grazed the cup at least twice, but each time, Newt somehow got it away from him. They really must've looked like two toddlers fighting in the middle of the mall. Halfway through, Minho started laughing, because it was just ridiculous. Newt stayed stubbornly quiet, but a broad grin stretched across his face as he kept his drink safe from Minho.
"I told you to get your own, shuck-face," he scolded, after Minho finally gave up. Placing his lips on the straw, Newt took a long, smug sip.
"I just wanna taste," Minho protested. "Why would I pay for another one when that's all I want?"
"Because you're immature?" Newt smiled around the straw, eyebrow arched at Minho.
Minho gaped at him in mock-outrage. "I'M immature?" he repeated. "You just fought with me over a smoothie on a bench."
"Because YOU won't go buy your own."
"Because it's not worth it."
"Because you're immature."
"Stop calling me immature, I just want a freakin' taste of the smoothie."
"Okay, you know what—" Newt didn't finish his sentence. He'd set his cup down on the bench beside him, then turned to face Minho. Reaching up, he grabbed Minho by the back of the neck and kissed him, hard. Minho's eyebrows shot up comically in surprise and his senses went haywire. He couldn't believe that his Newt, his cute shy Newt, was kissing him in public like this, and holy hell, he was tracing Minho's teeth with his tongue. Making a tiny noise, Minho cupped Newt's face with his free hand and fit their lips together. Newt tasted like blue raspberry and it was the most addictive thing Minho had ever experienced. Newt's breaths were rough in his mouth and there were fingers curling in the hair at the back of his head. Minho was pretty sure he had two seconds before he started full-on making out on this bench with Newt.
They broke apart, panting slightly. Newt's face was flushed, both from embarrassment and their kissing. He pushed his bangs out of his face sheepishly. "Um. So, how was it?"
Minho grinned. "Pretty good," he admitted, running a mischievous hand down Newt's back. "But I might need another taste to be sure..."
