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“Ok, I don’t wanna sound rude bro, but…” that meant that whatever was going to come out of Jisung’s mouth next would be hella rude. Changbin just sighed. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell where you end and Minho begins. I’m surprised he didn’t come today.”
“He had to take Jeongin to karate practice since you insisted on having late lunch, Mr. wakes up at noon every day,” Changbin shot back.
“Sorry I work the night shift but still wanna see my best friend,” Jisung said with an eye roll.
“Whatever. But me and Minho spend plenty of time apart. It’s not like we work at the same place or something.”
“Yeah but you guys share everything!” Jisung exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat to exaggerate his point.
“Oh, bull, we do not!”
“You’re always wearing each other's clothes!”
(1)
Changbin was awoken by the sound of Innie laughing loudly downstairs only to get shushed by Minho. His face was smushed into the pillow, most likely leaving lines. He rolled over to check the time, seeing it had already passed 8:30. After rising out of bed, quickly brushing his teeth, and washing his face, he slowly descended the stairs, making his way into the kitchen.
Jeongin was sat on the benched part of the kitchen table, Minho cooking what looked (and smelled deliciously) like pancakes. This was concretely one of Changbin’s favorite sights in the world: his adorable son coloring away with his brand new (and quite large on him) glasses perched on his face and his beautiful husband also clad in his glasses but also with one of Changbin’s larger shirts draping loosely on his frame.
Changbin loved that his husband was someone who he could go to the gym with, but even with the height difference, Changbin’s sheer bulk made some of his clothes fit loosely on Minho who had a bit more of a toned than buff structure. That didn’t mean Minho couldn’t leg press Changbin to shame, though. (Or reach the top shelf).
Changbin made his way behind Minho, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist, laying his chin gently on Minho’s shoulder.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Minho said fondly.
“Good morning, Daddy!” Jeongin yelled from his seat, head shooting up at the mention of another person.
“Innie, baby, please quiet down, you’re gonna give dad a headache,” Minho said, sounding as if this was the hundredth time he had to ask Jeongin to use his inside voice.
“Ok, dad,” he complied with a sweet smile. He was such a good boy.
“These pancakes smell good, and these pancakes-” Changbin reached down to lay his hands on Minho’s ass over the long t-shirt “-look good.”
“You did not just call my butt a pancake,” Minho whipped around in fake shock.
Changbin took the opportunity to lift Minho up onto the counter, peppering his face in kisses and squeezing him tight. That was until he felt little fists banging against his pant leg.
“Stop it! Stop it! Hot! Hot! The stove is hot!” Jeongin was panicking, hitting Changbin on the leg, worried for his father’s safety obviously. Changbin backed away from Minho, picking Jeongin up and placing him on Minho’s legs.
“It’s ok baby, dad’s safe.”
“Is it cause your shirt is protecting him?” Kids asked the silliest questions.
“How did you know that was my shirt, buddy?” Changbin questioned with a smile.
“Cause you’re not wearing one!” Jeongin said, pointing an accusing finger at Changbin’s bare pec, causing his parents to laugh.
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“Well, we share a closet, so of course, we get mixed up sometimes,” Changbin defended.
“Yeah? It must be confusing when you and Minho both went to the veterinary school of Seoul- oh wait,” Jisung replied sarcastically, gesturing to the black sweatshirt covered in cat hair that Changbin was currently wearing.
“Ok, fine. It’s something we like to share, but that’s normal,” Changbin gave in with a roll of his eyes.
“Is sharing food normal too, then?”
(2)
They were all out celebrating Minho and Changbin’s engagement, a round table of 7.
“So? How did it happen?” Chan asked after they ordered at the fancy restaurant.
“Well, Changbin picked me up from work like he usually does, but then he passes one of the turns. So, I’m like ‘Aw, babe, you missed a turn. Where are we going?’” Minho starts.
“Actually you said ‘Are you an idiot? Where are you driving to?’” Changbin shot back and everyone laughed.
“Ok, ok,” Minho waved his hand dismissively with a mischievous smile. “So next thing I know, we’re at a beautiful park with a lake and everything- mind you, I’m still in my vet scrubs and he’s still in his gym clothes!”
“Hey! I don’t just wear suits every day so that would be suspicious!”
“Yeah, I’d be surprised if he even wears a suit to the wedding!” Jisung joked, causing everyone to laugh again.
“Don’t worry the sleeves of the shirt will be cut off,” Felix added.
“Ha ha,” Changbin replied dryly, “thanks for having faith in me guys.”
“Anyways,” Minho continued. “He pulled a little blanket and a picnic basket out of the trunk and took my hand, leading me down to the water’s edge. He had packed my favorite wine and my favorite take-out, of course.” Minho gave Changbin a look.
“My cooking skills have been improving with the help of my amazing fiance.” They shared a loving look at the word, neither believing they would be able to hold onto their favorite person for the rest of their life (legally) soon.
“We chatted about work as usual and just little things until Binnie pulled out two slices of cheesecake for dessert, and just as I’m about to take a bite he tells me it’s not ready yet and pulls out a pack of strawberries. It was so cute.”
“I was so nervous that this wouldn’t work,” Changbin says, squeezing Minho's hand under the table.
“Ok, so, he sets the strawberry on top of my slice, like holding it from the top, right? And when he takes his hand away? There’s the ring, sitting on the top of the strawberry, on top of my cake. And Binnie had the brightest blush on his face!” Minho exclaimed with a giggle.
“But Min had the most surprised look on his face I’ve ever seen! And his eyes got all sparkly- he didn’t cry, but I wasn’t expecting him to.”
At this point, Changbin and Minho are facing each other, staring into each other's eyes, their friends gladly listening to their story, incredibly happy for their two friends.
“I wanted to cry I promise, you know I just don’t.”
“Yeah,” Changbin mumbled, utterly staring in love. “And you dropped the cake to the ground, not even letting me say anything before you started yelling yes and squeezing all the air out of me, but I didn’t even care.”
“I was so happy. I had been thinking for months about proposing but I was afraid it would never be the right time, but it was perfect. Even if I was sweaty from work and you were in a t-shirt and gym shorts.”
Everyone laughed, bursting the couple’s little bubble and bringing them back down to earth.
The waiters then came by with their food, plates quickly being dispersed around the table.
“Well, that sound lovely, I’m so happy for you guys,” Hyunjin, ever the hopeless romantic, commented.
“A toast to the happy couple!” Seungmin raised his glass, causing everyone to cheer and clink their drinks together.
As everyone began to dig into their meals, Jisung glanced around the table, catching sight of the lovebirds as Minho dropped half his steak onto Changbin’s plate and Changbin slid half of his pasta onto Minho’s.
“Couldn’t decide what you want?” Jisung asked.
“Why not have both?” Minho shrugged as he started shoveling pasta into his mouth.
Jisung figured that was a good enough reason and continued with his own meal. That was until he watched as Minho repeatedly fed bites of his food to Changbin even though they now had the same food on their plate.
He let them be, knowing his friends were a little strange and finished his own meal.
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“He shows his love through actions like that, something you could afford to do a bit more, ya know?” Changbin defended
“What?!” Jisung exclaimed.
“Seungmin is never gonna know you like him if you don’t show him cause lord knows you’ll never say anything,” Changbin said with a roll of his eyes. Jisung’s blush was ungodly, lighting up his entire face.
“We’re not here to roast me! We’re here to roast you!”
“We’re here to have lunch, Jisungie!”
“Whatever,” Jisung rolled his eyes. “Speaking of lunch, you have some on your face.” Jisung reached out, using his thumb to wipe Changbin’s face. “Woah! Your skin is so soft, dude!”
Changbin laughed at the composition of Jisung’s sentence. “Thanks, man, I’ve been use-” He suddenly cut himself off.
“You’ve been what?” Jisung questioned, suspiciously.
Changbin looked around, avoiding eye contact with Jisung. He was pointedly ignoring the question.
“Is it Minho’s?” Jisung asked with a sigh.
(3)
It was their honeymoon; Minho wanted to go to a beach resort even though he couldn’t swim. Changbin tried on the first day and was able to bring his husband out to about waist deep but only by holding both his hands. Once a (small) wave passed, however, Minho immediately threw himself into Changbin’s arms and clung around his neck.
Changbin ultimately had to carry Minho back to shore and he hadn’t gone in the water since.
Their trip was still amazing though: moonlit walks on the beach, some of the best food they’ve ever eaten, and lots of romantic and sweaty nights alone in their beachfront hotel room.
It was one of the last days and the couple got out of bed late as usual, trying to enjoy their sleep, especially after staying up pretty late every night. Minho emerged from the shower, seeing Changbin inspecting his face in the mirror.
“What’s wrong baby? Are you sunburnt?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Changbin replied, “My skin is just really dry.”
“Hmmm,” Minho stood next to him, inspecting his face. “It’s probably from all the salt water and sun. Here.” Minho reached into his toiletry bag, pulling out a pink container with a white speckled lid. He opened it up to some clear jelly-looking stuff, according to Changbin.
Minho turned Changbin’s head to face him using his chin and began to smear some of the cold substance on his face.
“I can’t believe you don’t moisturize every day,” Minho chastised him. “You’re gonna get wrinkly and look like a cougar, but like the guy version.”
“What? Just cause I’m old?” Changbin exclaimed, pulling his chin out of Minho’s grip.
“Get back here! Yes, since I take care of my skin, I’ll stay young forever and you’ll get old and wrinkly, so you better keep working out.” Once Minho was finished rubbing it in, he placed a sweet kiss on Changin’s lips.
Changbin rolled his eyes fondly. “Why? So I can do this?” He lifted his husband up, ignoring the shriek as he dropped Minho onto the bed and climbed over him.
He leaned down, gently placing his lips on Minho’s but applying more pressure once his husband started to kiss back. Minho reached up, grabbing Changbin by the face in order to pull him impossibly closer, their mouths hurriedly pressing against each other.
“Mmmm, you smell good now,” Minho commented as he pulled away, heavy-lidded eyes staring deep into Changbin’s soul.
Changbin just gave a sly smile, diving back in for a kiss, his intentions much greater.
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“I mean technically this new jar I bought so it’s more like he’s using mine,” Changbin explained, still not looking at Jisung’s face.
“Right, right,” His friend replied, unconvinced.
Changbin’s phone then buzzed on the table, alerting him to a text message.
“Ah, Minho will be here in 5 to pick me up.”
“You still don’t have your own car?” Jisung questioned.
(4)
It was a busy morning, Minho being up to calm Jeongin down from a nightmare in the middle of the night, which caused him to oversleep out of tiredness and in turn not wake Changbin up either. It was a scramble around the house for Minho to find a matching pair of scrubs and for Changbin to get Innie ready for school, making sure he didn’t forget to put his stuffed rabbit in his little blue backpack.
Minho grabbed two Poptart packs to split amongst the three in the car and they were off, both parents working together to make sure Jeongin was buckled securely.
“What time do you get off today?” Minho asked once they were on the way to his work.
“Uh, I think I’ll get out at like 5 maybe,” He replied.
“Shit, let me take the car then cause I only work a half. I can pick Innie up.”
“Shit!” Jeongin repeated from the backseat.
“Jeongin, don’t say that it’s not a nice word, dad’s sorry for saying it,” Minho turned back to his son after flashing a look of panic towards his husband.
“Yeah, no dessert for dad today,” Changbin stated, making eye contact with Innie in the rearview mirror.
“Aw, c’mon,” Minho genuinely whined, writhing around the passenger seat.
“Aren’t you gonna be late if you drop us both off, though?” Changbin asked, continuing their previous conversation.
“Yeah, but if I explain I had to drop Jeongin off and offer to come in early or stay late another day they won’t mind.”
Changbin gave Minho a dissatisfied look.
“What?” Minho questioned.
“You know I hate when you pull extra hours.”
“I’ll be fine, Binnie, it’ll only be like 30 minutes at most,” Minho attempted to calm his husband down, placing a hand on his thigh.
“Fine,” Changbin relented.
Changbin was too busy focusing on the road ahead to see the fond smile on Minho’s face. It felt good to know someone cared so deeply for him.
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“We live in a city, there’s no way we could both own a car,” Changbin said.
“Fine, fine,” Jisung gave in, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, you know you guys don’t have to share everything right? You can be your own person.”
“We don’t share everything, Sung, but we’re married and we have a kid and we’re in love; of course we want to be involved with each other like that.”
“I would never want that,” Jisung argued. “Not even with Seungmi-” he quickly cut himself off.
“HA! I knew it!”
(+1)
As Changbin and Minho crawled into bed that night, Changbin couldn’t stop thinking about what Jisung was saying that afternoon. Were they too joined at the hip?
“Baby?” Changbin asked into the dark. He received a hum in confirmation that Minho was listening. “Are we one person?”
“Do you wanna be?” Changbin could hear the smirk in Minho’s voice as he wrapped his arms around Changbin’s waist and pulled him close.
“Not like that, you perv,” Changbin chuckled, lightly hitting Minho’s arm around him.
“What’s got you so troubled, bunny?” Minho sank his face into Changbin’s neck, leaving lazy kisses.
“I don’t know. Me and Jisung were talking today-”
“That’s the problem.”
“Hush.” He felt a smile against his neck. “But he was saying it’s weird that we share a lot: clothes, food, even skincare, and the car.”
“Babe.” Minho lifted his head up so he could look Changbin in the face, sensing from his tone that he was seriously feeling insecure about this. “What does Jisungie know? He can’t even tell Seungmin, the goofiest guy I know, that he likes him. He has no room to judge the way we love and live our lives.”
“That’s what I said! But I don’t know…” Changbin said, obviously still unsure.
“Do you not wanna share things with me? I can get out of our bed right now and go sleep in the guest room,” Minho suggested.
“Don’t be like that,” Changbin sighed, frustrated.
“Hmmm, maybe Innie will share his bed with me, but I’m sure my feet will hang off the end,” Minho looked up like he was seriously thinking. That got a smile out of Changbin until he sighed again.
“It’s not that I don’t want to share things with you, I just don’t want people to think we’re too attached,” Changbin explained.
“Well, I am attached to you,” Minho stated plainly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; you and Innie. Sharing my life with you is fun and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love you.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry if I made it sound like I don’t like sharing with you, I really do. I was insecure for a moment,” Changbin said, trying his best to look at Minho’s face in the dark.
“I know baby, it’s ok.” Minho smiled, leaning down to give Changbin a slobbery kiss which made him laugh.
“Daddy? Dad?” Jeongin was standing in their bedroom doorway, clutching his rabbit plush to his chest. “I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?”
“Of course, love, there’s always room to share,” Minho said, looking to Changbin afterward with a gentle smile.
Changbin smiled back. “Why don’t we share some kisses with you too?”
Jeongin climbed onto the bed, crawling in between his dads under the covers and after many kisses, they all fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, sharing their bed.