-Ugh. So this started out good, but I feel like the ending was rushed. But that's okay, cuz OMG, it's almost over! Day 27, people! :D. Thank you all for the wonderful support. I'm sorry for the delay in updates; there's been so much going on lately in my life, haha. But I'm still alive and writing (officially on page 47 of my own novel. Yay!) So, once again, enjoy the story!-

DAY 27: Spend a day giving back to the community together-

When Newt heard about the charity event going on in Glade Park, he was sure Minho was going to go. They needed musicians, after all. And of course Newt was going to go with him.

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Sunlight filtered between tall oak trees in Glade Park and caught in Annabelle's red hair. It waved behind her as she ran at the head of a pack of kids, cheering brightly. She kept running, weaving between people gathered at picnic tables full of food and making a few of them blink in surprise. She didn't stop until she reached someone's legs and took ahold of their knees. "Teresa, Teresa!" she cheered, bouncing up and down. "Pick me up!"

Newt, standing next to his friend, Teresa at a picnic table, smiled as she bent down to scoop Belle up into her arms. "There!" Teresa declared, beaming at a happy Belle. "How's that? Now you can see your dad on the stage." She pointed over at the makeshift stage (which was actually a raised platform on the ground), where Minho was sitting next to his boss, Miranda with a guitar in both their hands.

"Yeah!" Belle twisted to watch and Teresa switched her position a little so that Belle could see better.

Newt watched as Teresa struggled to blow a strand of black hair out of her face, as she couldn't use her hands now. "You don't have to hold her, Teresa," he said guiltily. "I can take her, if you want."

"Oh, no way," Teresa replied. "I'm not giving her up that easily." She tickled Belle's side playfully, making the little girl giggle.

Newt's heart felt warm in his chest. "Whatever you say," he laughed, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Belle's ear.

The three of them looked on as Miranda said something to Minho onstage, pushing her honey-colored hair back. Minho smiled and nodded, and the two began strumming on their guitars. The chords were beautiful, winding into the air and making people stop to listen. Newt smiled as the two started singing You'll Be in My Heart, Miranda's light voice complimenting Minho's smooth one perfectly. Though he felt a bit guilty, as he wasn't exactly paying full attention to the music. He was admiring his husband's powerful shoulders in his charcoal T-shirt and the way the sun danced in his dark hair. A little into the chorus, Minho caught him looking. A smirk tipped up one side of his mouth and he winked. Blushing, Newt looked down, biting his lip.

"You guys are too cute." Teresa's voice made him glance up. Belle had apparently run off again, because it was just Teresa now, smoothing down her blue top. "Seriously. I used to be jealous of you two."

"Used to be?" Newt asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, I do have a boyfriend now, remember?" Triumphant, she pointed over at a few people gathered by a thick tree. Two were Harriet and Jorge, tattoo artists at Dragonfire Tattoos, where Newt and Minho had had theirs done. The third artist was Aris, his short black hair spiked and his hands in his jeans pockets. He glanced over at Teresa once and gave a shy smile.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Aris," Newt joked. Teresa punched him in the arm and he laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I'm glad you finally found someone like him." Teresa had had trouble with an awful boyfriend in the past and Newt was happy to see that she'd chosen Aris now. He was a good person and Newt wasn't going to lie; the guy was charmingly cute.

But he's no Minho, Newt thought. Aris was nice to look at, but Minho would always be first in Newt's heart. (Besides, while Aris was cute, Minho was unbearably hot.)

Teresa beamed at him. "Thanks, Newt," she replied warmly. "I don't know if I ever thanked you for letting me crash that party with Minho. Remember that? Back when Nathan cheated on me?"

Newt snickered, because he remembered Minho's complaints of dressing up for that expensive business party. "I remember. That was hilarious."

"You should've been there when Minho almost decked him," Teresa giggled. "I have to say I've never had a date that tried to beat up another guy for me."

Newt nodded, but before he could say anything, Aris wandered up to the pair. His brown eyes flicked to Newt once, but they were mostly fixed on his girlfriend. "Hey, Newt," he said with a half-smile. His head bobbed toward the stage yards away. "Minho sounds awesome. I can't sing to save my life."

"He tries, but he's not as good as me," Newt replied sarcastically, stretching his arms, the edge of his blue-striped tee inching up a bit.

"Liar," Teresa accused, and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Are you calling me a bad singer?"

"Yes. Because you are."

"Hey, c'mon," Aris cut in, reaching out to snag Teresa by the waist. "Behave." Reeling her in, he touched a kiss to her nose. It was ridiculously adorable how he grinned at her delighted squeak and her fingers curled in his grey T-shirt.

"I behave when I want to," she murmured teasingly, pecking his mouth once. Aris turned pink and his fingertips inched under her top to smooth over her sides.

Newt cleared his throat pointedly. "I'm still here," he told them. "I can see you. PDA."

Stepping back a bit, Aris had the decency to look chagrined. But Teresa just slipped an arm around his waist and stuck her fingers in his belt loop. "Like YOU never show any PDA?" she asked in accusation.

Newt lifted his chin. "No. I never do." His argument lasted for about two minutes. Then someone's arms looped around his waist, making him yelp before he recognized Minho's laugh in his ear. He must've snuck over after the song ended and Newt hadn't noticed.

"Hey, angel," Minho murmured, chest against Newt's back and fingers linked over his stomach. Nuzzling Newt's hair, he hummed before kissing his ear. "What're you talking about?"

Newt sighed as Teresa sent him a meaningful look. The one time he didn't want Minho to come over here. "This is not PDA," he told her, pointing for emphasis. "This is just..."

"PDA? Why're you talking about PDA?" Minho glanced between the two in confusion. He refused to take his arms from around Newt (not that Newt was really complaining).

"Never mind," Newt said in defeat. "Just know that you're ruining my argument here."

"Yes, you are, Min," Teresa agreed. Grinning triumphantly, she leaned into Aris and made him blush a bit. "You're a great husband."

Minho ignored the teasing and just hugged Newt tighter. He placed a kiss on the blonde's neck. "I know I am. Right, baby?"

"Meh," was Newt's reply, and Teresa and Aris snickered to themselves. Minho just chuckled, a soft vibration against Newt's back. Newt found himself relaxing against him, slipping his hands over Minho's on his waist. A smile tilted his lips. Maybe PDA wasn't THAT bad...