-I like this one. It was cute to write. XD Sorry for such a long wait, guys. The Internet was choosing to escape me again -_-. Anyway, here's more of your Minewt and thank you again for the marvelous reviews ;)-
-DAY 22: Make a list of the reasons you love them and share it-
Minho was very disappointed, because he'd thought the whole Pinterest-relationship-advice thing was done already.
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"No, get away from me."
"Minho, you have to do it."
"No I don't. This is stupid."
"It is not. It's going to help us."
"We don't need hel—Hey!"
The argument was ended quite effectively by Newt darting from his place across the couch and pretty much tackling Minho. Minho squeaked in annoyance at having been trapped, the blonde pinning him to where he'd been laying down on the couch. Newt was easily able to stretch himself out on top of Minho, chin on his chest, and give him a stern look. "Now, you HAVE to do it," he declared triumphantly, lacing his fingers together on top of Minho's chest. "No arguments."
"Newwwwt," Minho whined, squirming a bit under him. But even though Minho was stronger, he couldn't move the blonde laying on top of him. (And he also couldn't deny how much he enjoyed the press of their stomachs or the twining of their legs on the couch cushions) "I didn't wanna do any more Pinterest relationship crap tonight."
"What did you wanna do then? Just sit on the couch all night and watch TV? That's boring." Newt emphasized this point with a pout, lower lip sticking out. His sooty blue eyes were round like a puppy's begging for attention; the puppy feeling was added to by the soft gray sweatpants he wore, his legs tangled with Minho's.
Minho sighed huffily. "It's not BORING," he protested. "That wasn't all I was gonna do anyway."
"What else were you planning then?" Newt asked drily.
"...sitting and looking at the beautiful Christmas tree you put up."
"Flattery isn't going to get you out of this."
"Did I mention how cute you look right now?"
"Still not working."
Minho bit his lip as he tried to think of a way out of this. It'd be different if it was any other Pinterest relationship challenge. But this one was giving a list of REASONS WHY YOU LOVE THEM. He was unprepared, and didn't have a list, and he was gonna have to think one up off the top of his head. He really didn't want to. Newt started to shift on top of him, searching for a folded piece of paper he'd been keeping, and Minho panicked. "Wait," he tried as a last attempt, and wrapped his arms around Newt's waist to trap him. "What if I said I would die if we did this?"
Sighing heavily, Newt gave him a flat look. "You're not gonna die, Minho."
"What if I said I was extremely turned on right now and I need you?"
"I'd say you can wait for two minutes while you read a list why you freaking love me, you shank."
"Well, I didn't even WRITE the list yet," Minho argued, "so this whole thing is kinda pointless until I do that."
Newt just gave him a shove in the arm. "You can come with it on the spot, can't you?" he asked in mock sweetness. At Minho's scowl, Newt flashed a bright smile and pecked his husband's nose. Then he tugged at Minho's T-shirt sleeve. "Okay, c'mon, get up. We're doing this."
"Uggghhh," Minho groaned again as Newt forced him to shift up into a sitting position with his back against the couch's arm. He definitely wasn't looking forward to this. But he had to admit, he was slightly brightened when Newt clambered up to sit in his lap; between his outstretched legs and back to his chest. He wondered if Newt felt his heartbeat skip when the blonde rested an absent hand on Minho's thigh.
"Okay, now don't read over my shoulder," Newt said with a warning tug at Minho's jeans over his knee.
"Fine, fine." But Minho smirked playfully and leaned forward to peer over Newt's shoulder as he unfolded the list.
"Hey!" Newt scolded and elbowed Minho in the ribs. "Come on, Min."
Laughing, Minho backed off, leaving only a kiss on Newt's ear. "Okay. Go on, then, read your shucking list."
He could practically hear Newt rolling his eyes in his voice. "Okay, um," he started, scanning over the notes he'd written. "There's five of them."
"There's only five reasons you love me?"
"Shut it, I didn't feel like boring you with more." Newt smoothed the paper between his fingers, settling in against Minho's chest. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he read the first one. "You make me laugh."
Minho thought. "I make a lot of people laugh."
"Are you going to comment on every reason I give you?" Newt asked.
"Yep." Wrapping his arms around Newt's waist, Minho grinned. "Carry on."
There was a muttered, "shuckface," before Newt went back to his list. "Um. You're great with Belle."
Minho had to nuzzle his face into the back of Newt's neck at that one, to hide his proud smile. He loved Belle and he had a huge soft spot for his daughter. He also really really loved that Newt had noticed that. "Can't argue with that," he said lightly, leaning back again. "I am pretty great."
"And humble too," Newt remarked, sarcasm oozing out of his words. But then he read the next reason. "This one says, uh... I don't remember writing this." He sighed. "Well, it's not very deep or anything, but, it says, 'I love your looks too.'"
There was a silence for a moment. Suspicious, Newt glanced back. Then he groaned, because Minho was smirking knowingly at him. "Shut up," Newt muttered.
"I didn't say anything," Minho protested.
"Your ego did."
"Whatever." Minho snuck a peek over Newt's shoulder again, earning him a growl of annoyance. "What, specifically, do you love about my looks?"
"When you don't talk about them."
"Jeez, fine. I like it better when YOU talk about them anyway."
"Moron." Lifting the paper again, Newt skimmed a finger down to the fourth reason. Some of the play left him then. He stiffened briefly against Minho before forcing himself to relax. "I love...how you still accept me, after everything. I love that you still treat me like I'm...the only person you see, even though I have a limp, and the Flare, and I've been..." He trailed off and he almost avoided the word again, the way he always did. But then his voice strengthened and he finished. "And I've been raped."
Minho blinked. Instinctively, he reached for the scar on Newt's wrist. "Newt..."
Flinching at the first touch, Newt let Minho curl his fingers around his wrist. The scar was rough under his fingertips. "You know that I wouldn't let something like that change how I feel," Minho murmured, placing his lips on Newt's neck. "I hate what he did, but I don't hate you. I could never stop loving you."
Twisting on the couch, Newt turned just enough to look up at Minho. Minho paused, unsure of what Newt wanted. "That's the last reason I love you," Newt said with a small smile. "You couldn't stop loving me."
Minho had to smile back. The warmth lighting up his heart for the blonde at this moment was incredible. It was nearly unbearable sometimes, his love for Newt. Sinking his fingers into Newt's hair, he pulled him in for a short kiss. Newt melted into him, a hand wandering up to hook in Minho's neckline. When he broke it, Minho kept their foreheads touching. "That was a wonderful shucking list, shank," he muttered jokingly.
Newt laughed and curled himself in closer on Minho's lap. "Thought you'd like it," he replied, tucking his head up against Minho's chest. "Now it's your turn."
Minho stroked a hand down Newt's arm, sighing in defeat. "Okay, fine. Let me think..."
