-I think I'm on a roll, guys! Here's your new chapter! :)-

-DAY 19: Have a couples date with friends-

They should've picked anyone else. Literally, anyone else would've been better than Thomas and Gally.

-X-X-X-

"How long do you think they've been in there?"

Minho glanced up from where he'd been reading over the menu. Newt was next to him and looking curiously in the direction of the restrooms. Minho shrugged. "I dunno. Why, do you think they got lost or something?" The last question was a joke and he nudged Newt in the side when he said it.

Newt batted his hand away with a growl. "No, I don't think they got lost," he replied pointedly. "But I also don't think it takes this long to go to the bathroom."

The two were seated at a booth in an Olive Garden restaurant. Minho had to admit, it was a nice place. The arcing walls and ceilings were all cream-colored, and there was a constant tantalizing smell of Italian food. He'd have to remember to come here more often. The reason he was there tonight, however, was because he and Newt had agreed to go on a double date with Gally and Thomas. Gally and Thomas had recently gotten together (FINALLY), and they wanted to spend a night out with some of their friends. Completely ignoring Newt's argument that they weren't dating, they were MARRIED, Minho agreed to come.

So here they were.

And Minho was 98% sure that Gally and Thomas were having sex in the restroom right now.

"This is so wrong," Minho muttered, sipping from his water glass.

"I know," Newt deadpanned.

"I mean, Thomas was supposed to be the innocent one of the group. He's always been that way. Now he's getting more action than I am." Then Minho squeaked as Newt punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"THAT'S what you think is wrong about this?" Newt asked incredulously.

Minho lifted his hands in a surrendering gesture. "Well, what am I supposed to say?"

"That you think it's wrong that our best friends are obviously—" Newt stopped then, glancing around, then lowered his voice to a hiss. "Having sex in the restrooms at shucking Olive Garden!"

"I thought you'd like the fact that I'm jealous about getting less action than Thomas," Minho protested. "After all, YOU'RE the reason for that, anyway."

"Oh, shut up. And stop calling it 'action.'"

"What should I call it then?"

"..."

"Exactly."

Newt huffed, sending a glance up toward Heaven. "You're impossible and this is embarrassing," he muttered, picking up his menu again.

"You gonna yell at them when they get back?" Minho asked. He would've loved to see that.

"Nah. But it's gonna be awkward as hell." Newt didn't look up from the menu as he spoke, dark blue eyes flitting across the words.

Minho watched the way Newt chewed on his bottom lip as he thought, the way he'd pulled the too-long sleeves of his turquoise shirt over part of his hands. He always did that, like a little kid, Minho thought fondly. Reaching over, he tugged on Newt's shirt at his shoulder. "Hey."

"Hmm?" Newt glanced up then, eyebrows raised in question.

"Do you remember when we were dating?"

A smile worked onto Newt's lips and he laughed, shaking his head. "We were really stupid," he remarked.

"Yeah, well, most teenagers are stupid," Minho joked, bumping his shoulder against Newt's.

Newt mock-glared at him. "Well, YOU were always getting me into trouble," he accused.

"What?" Minho placed a hand on his chest in exaggerated hurt. "Did not."

"Did too!" Newt argued in comical childishness. "You used to convince me to go out with you to giant parties at Gally's place and we'd stay out all night. My parents hated you."

"Really?"

"Well, once you got into college and grew up, they liked you. Then they couldn't see how crazy you were sometimes."

Minho scoffed. "I was not crazy." Newt shot him a flat look and Minho 'hmphed,' looking away. "Not as crazy as other people, anyway."

"Still crazy." Smiling affectionately all of sudden, Newt leaned his shoulder against Minho's. "Remember when we were in high school?" he asked mischievously. "And even though you were young, you acted like you knew we'd end up getting married."

"I did?" Minho asked in surprise. He thought he'd always treated Newt the best he could, but he'd never thought he'd acted like that, exactly.

"Yeah." Briefly, Newt nosed at Minho's shoulder, as though inhaling his scent from his T-shirt sleeve. "You held doors open for me, and sent me cheesy texts at night, and you always called me 'angel.'" Newt lifted his eyes to Minho's face, golden lashes and hair gleaming under the lights. "And I could always tell, you know."

Minho watched him warily. "Always tell what?"

"That you were obsessed with me." Newt grinned, blushing, and had to look away, even though he'd been the one to say it.

"Was not," Minho sniffed, because he just had to argue.

"Remember how you used to sneak me into janitors' closets to make out before class?" Newt slipped his hand to the back of Minho's neck, stroking his fingers over the short hair he found there. "Sometimes during class?"

Slipping down a bit in the seat, Minho tried not to purr under Newt's touch. "You were very tempting," he mumbled, "so it wasn't entirely my fault."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Min," Newt chuckled. Then Minho glanced over at him with a meaningful look in his eyes. Newt blinked, searching his husband's expression. "What?"

"That's how I know YOU were obsessed with ME."

"What do you mean?"

The corner of Minho's mouth quirked up into a half-grin. "You always called me 'Min.'"

Newt's blush deepened adorably. Sighing defeatedly, he rested his cheek on Minho's shoulder for just a moment. His hand slipped beneath Minho's on his knee and their fingers entwined. "I am obsessed with you," he admitted, and Minho pressed his lips briefly to Newt's hair.

Touching Newt's chin, Minho urged the blonde's head up so that their gazes met. "C'mere," he murmured, and left a short, but sweet kiss on Newt's lips. When he broke it, their foreheads stilled touched.

"I love you," Newt whispered with a lingering smile.

Minho grinned back warmly. "Love you, too, angel."

The couple's stolen moment was interrupted when their friends FINALLY arrived back at the booth. Thomas slid into the seat first, a shy blush heating up his cheeks and his coffee-colored eyes cast downward. Gally sat next to him, black hair a bit rumpled and looking way too smug for his own good. Newt cleared his throat pointedly as the other couple fiddled with their shirtsleeves. "And where were you two?" the blonde asked, making Minho hide a smirk behind his hand.

"Er," Thomas stammered, his blush deepening.

"Bathroom," Gally answered firmly. "It was crowded."

"Uh-huh." Newt didn't sound convinced, but he went back to looking at his menu without another word. Across the table, Gally had leaned over to whisper something in Thomas's ear. The brunette looked like he was biting back a giggle, catching his lower lip in his teeth. Gally's mouth was twisted into a smirk, his lips grazing Thomas's ear. They were sickeningly cute together.

I hope Newt and I aren't like that, Minho thought.

But, well, they were.