-Here's your new chapter, guys! We're getting closer to the end of this story, and I'm so happy that you're enjoying this. This chapter got a little sidetracked from the actual challenge, but it's still fluffy and romantic so... CX. Let me know what you think! :)-

-DAY 26: Make a playlist for each other. Pick songs that mean something to you both.-

Minho sang them all to Newt.

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Newt leaned against the wall in the hallway and closed his eyes. He stayed there, a wide smile playing on his lips. He never wanted to move.

Minho was in the shower and he was singing Unchained Melody.

"Ohh, my love...my darling...I've hungered for your touch..."

God, his voice was liquid chocolate. Newt was practically melting into a puddle against the wall. The only thing keeping him from joining his silver-tongued husband in the shower was Belle. She was eating breakfast in the kitchen right now, already showered and dressed for the day with her hair in braids. She was too young for him to leave her alone for an hour (or two), especially if he was planning on spending that time having shower-sex with Minho.

It's the best kind though, he thought gloomily. He tried for one minute to get himself composed enough to walk away from the bathroom door. Minho's voice filtered through like honey spilling. "Agh, I can't listen to this," Newt muttered, tearing himself from the wall and marching away down the hall. Two more seconds of this, and he would be breaking the door down. Passing the clock in the living room, he passed a glance up at it. "Annabelle, are you ready for school yet?" he asked. He emerged into the kitchen to see her in her little jeans and zebra-striped shirt.

"Yup!" she answered adjusting the straps of her backpack on her shoulders. "I brushed my teeth in the kitchen cuz Dad's still in the bathroom."

"And I don't think he'll be out anytime soon," Newt mumbled under his breath. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt; he hadn't gotten a shower yet and still had bedhead and pj's. Working from home translated to getting to take his time getting ready in the morning. "The bus is probably coming soon. Do you have everything?"

"Yeah, Daddy, I'm not dumb," she replied with a playful eye-roll that made him chuckle. "I got all my homework."

"Okay. What about that project you were doing last night?"

"It's in a folder in my bag too."

"All right, well, sounds like you have everything. Um..." Newt racked his brain for whatever else she might need. "The bus might be coming soo—Oh wait." From the cracked-open front door, there came the sound of an engine rumbling down the street. "There it is."

Belle's eyes widened. "I gotta go!" she exclaimed, darting around him and out the kitchen.

Amused with her excitement, Newt hurried after her. He watched her braids bounce as she ran up to the door and pulled it open. He never grew tired of seeing his daughter off to school. The bright yellow of the bus was waiting outside when he caught up with her on the wide porch. "Okay, sweetheart," he said, kneeling down next to her. "Have a great day. Don't get into trouble."

"I won't, promise," Belle replied with a radiant smile. "Love you, Daddy." Jumping forward, she flung her arms around his neck.

Newt grinned and hugged her back. "Love you, too," he murmured and placed a kiss on the side of her head. From over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of the windows of the bus. There was a boy in one, watching them with a disgusted look on his face. As Newt watched, the boy turned around and said something to the boy next to him. Newt looked away, telling himself it was foolish to feel embarrassed when they were just elementary school kids. "Belle? Are you still having trouble with kids at school?"

Belle drew back. "Daddy, I gotta go," she protested, bouncing up and down on her toes.

She'd avoided the question. Newt sighed. "All right, go ahead." He stood up to watch her run down the steps and along the stone path to the street. A sad cloud had fallen over his heart. There were even homophobes among elementary school children. Sometimes, on his worse days, he wondered if Belle would've had an easier life at school if her parents had been like every other kids' parents. But he always regretted thinking it afterward. Annabelle was his and Minho's, as much as a biological child was to their parents.

With a slow breath, he walked back inside and closed the door behind him. He made his way down the hall back toward the living room. As he turned down the hall that led back to the bathroom, a door clicking open made him glance up. "Did Belle leave?" Minho's voice asked, a moment before he appeared from the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from his shower.

"Yeah, she left," Newt sighed. Great. Minho was done in the shower, which meant Newt couldn't join him. Why was this day not going well for him? Folding his arms over his chest, he watched as Minho ran a hand over his shower-tousled hair. A smile threatened his lips. "I heard you singing."

Glancing up, Minho turned a cute shade of pink. "Oh. Yeah. That song always reminds me of you."

"Really?" Newt asked in delight.

"It's on my Newt playlist," Minho replied with a shrug.

A bubble of laughter skipped out of Newt then and he hopped a few steps closer to Minho. "You have a playlist for me?" His hands were laced coyly behind his back.

Minho watched him with a soft admiration in his gaze. "Yeah, I know, I'm a corny moron," he said sarcastically.

"But you're my corny moron," Newt cooed, reaching for Minho's waist and shivering when his fingers met the bare skin, warmed from his shower. Minho sighed as he let the blonde pull him close and set his hands at the back of Newt's neck. "I wish you waited to get into the shower," Newt remarked.

"Why?" Minho asked, rubbing circles into the back of Newt's shoulders with his fingers.

Newt dropped his forehead into Minho's chest, purring as Minho massaged his shoulders. "I could've gotten in with you," he murmured, trailing his index finger up over the muscle in Minho's back.

A long sigh slid out of Minho. "We can take one together later," he mumbled, running his thumbs under Newt's neckline to feel his collarbone. "Tonight... I'll get...candles..." His voice faltered, because Newt had reached up to card his fingers through Minho's hair and then dropped to trace his strong shoulders. He cleared his throat. "...and turn on...music and we...um, we can..."

"We can what?" Newt asked, fingers feeling Minho's biceps admiringly before circling to press into his shoulder blades.

"We can do whatever...you want," Minho stammered. His forehead drooped down onto Newt's, a low breath leaving him.

Newt closed his eyes, their noses brushing together. He could feel Minho's warmth and the toned strength of his body so tantalizingly close. Minho nipped his lower lip lightly, making Newt release a soft sound. He ran his fingers down Minho's back, reveling in the lingering water droplets slipping under his skin. His hands slid lower over Minho's towel, cupping his backside suggestively. A little moan came from Minho's throat.

"I want you," Newt whispered.

Minho whimpered at the words. "I have a guitar lesson in half an hour."

"Then we have some time." Newt kissed Minho's mouth once, running his tongue along his lips. After Minho's whine, he pulled back, breathing hard. "Please," he breathed out.

"I dunno," Minho managed, practically gasping for air as Newt pushed him back into the wall. "What if—God." He stuttered to a halt when Newt ran hot kisses down his chest, then his stomach, licking water drops from his abs. His fingers threaded through Newt's hair.

"Just let me..." Newt didn't finish, but it was obvious what he had planned; kneeling in front of Minho and running his fingertips along the lines in Minho's hips.

Minho couldn't even look at Newt anymore. The sight of his beautiful husband on his knees for him was enough for his legs to feel like jelly. "Newt, I don't think...Newt—!" It was embarrassing, the way he groaned out the name, but he couldn't help it. Newt was kissing his hip and sliding a hand up Minho's thigh under his towel.

"I take it back," Newt murmured, toying with the edge of Minho's towel. "I'm gonna make you late."

He did. Minho showed up at work fifteen minutes late, thoroughly ruffled, and with many hurried excuses.