Snow
Pairing: OnHo
Rating: G
“I think we should marry.” The two of them were standing in the kitchen; Minho leaning against the counter as he waited for the water for the tea to boil, Onew standing barely thirty centimeters from him. The faint sound of the evening news could be heard coming from the living room.
“Why, because your mother keeps pestering us about it?”
“No, because I wanted to marry you since the first time I saw you.” The older looked absolutely serious as he looked at the younger.
“You think we should marry?”
“Yes.”
“Is that your way of proposing?”
“You want me to drop down on one knee?”
“No.”
“Then it’s my way of proposing.”
“Do you at least have a ring? You're supposed to have one, you know.” And of course Onew wasn’t going to have one but Minho couldn’t help asking; teasing, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t know if you’d like diamonds or rubies.”
“Neither.”
“A simple one then?”
“Maybe.” The younger was grinning, trying to keep from laughing.
“Something like this?” The older pulled out a small, black velvet box out of his pocket, snapping it open with his thumb as he let it rest in the palm of his hand; nestled inside it was a simple ring, a thin band of brushed platinum. The younger’s smile fell immediately, replaced by a shocked expression as he looked at the box his boyfriend was holding.
“Y-yeah, something like that.” The ring glimmered, reflecting the cold, blue light from the fluorescents as it hit the semi-polished surface.
“Will you marry me?” The words were quiet, whispered in a soft tone, as Onew looked him deep in the eyes. He was uncharacteristically serious; the goofy smile he always wore gone and replaced by a nervous expression - as if part of him was expecting Minho to say no and break his heart.
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
Well, maybe the emotion was slightly justified. Hadn’t Minho simply snorted to or laughed off all previous proposals, thinking they were jokes. How many of those had been serious? How many times had he rejected the older unknowingly? But Onew had never presented him with a ring, he’d never looked so serious about it as he did now; waiting for a reply, panic becoming more evident in his eyes with every passing second as the clock on the wall ticked them away.
“I’d like that.” Minho’s own voice was barely above a whisper as well.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Soft lips pressed against Minho's for a fleeting moment before the older pulled back, smiling brighter than the younger had ever seen him do.
“You’ll wear it?”
“No, pabo, I’ll let it rust in that box forever. Of course I’ll wear it.” The younger’s words earned him a light punch in the shoulder before the older took the ring out of the box, dropping the later on the counter, leaving it to it’s own fate. He held out an expecting hand, waiting for Minho to give him his.
There was a moment of hesitation before the younger lifted his right hand, ready to place it on top of the other’s palm.
“The left one, pabo.”
“Shut up, how am I supposed to know?”
“Common knowledge?” The cold ring slid easily onto Minho’s ring finger, past the first two knuckles and stopping right before it reached the third.
“I bet you Googled it.” Minho lifted his hand up to eyelevel, inspecting the thin band of metal running around one of his fingers. It felt oddly…perfect.
“Finally.” The younger looked up as Onew uttered the word, his boyfriend’s, or wasn’t it fiancée now, eyes locked onto Minho’s hand as he smiled in satisfaction. He had probably just crossed of one of his life goals from his to-do-list.
“We’re gonna have to tell my parents.” The younger couldn’t help but groan at the mental image.
“Your mom will probably hug the baby right out of me. Speaking of which, we haven’t been interrupted for a good twenty minutes.”
Onew whipped his head around just in time to catch a blond tuft of hair disappear behind the doorframe to the kitchen.
“Key!” The blond reappeared, not looking the slightest bit abashed at being caught.
“I’m telling your kids about this when they ask me how their daddies got married.”
“Kids? It’s a kid.” The youngest of the three retorted.
“For now.” And then the blond was gone again, grinning from ear to ear, immensely satisfied with himself for spying on the couple.
“For now right?”
“Hyung, could we at least have one kid before we start planning a second?”
“That’s a maybe?”
“We can have as many kids as you are willing to carry.” Minho pushed back from where he had been leaning against the counter. He was sure there would be a permanent dent in his lower back from the edge.
“B-but…you know I can’t!”
“Then I wouldn’t push it.” The older looked dejected; pouting as Minho lightly patted his shoulder as he walked around him towards the door. He had to stop his best friend from blurting out the news to Onew’s parents before it was too late.
A/N: So... Two things. First of all, the title has nothing to do with the contents in case you were confused. There is absolutely no snow in the fic thingy. I've given up on trying to name my fics, I'm just gonna name them random names from now on. Second: This is part of the mpreg and I've had it on my computer for months, waiting to post it as part of the third semester but I just not happening (that baby will never be born) so I decided to end this torture, post this, and call it quits - I have other things I wanna write as well. I just could not not post it.
Rating: G
“I think we should marry.” The two of them were standing in the kitchen; Minho leaning against the counter as he waited for the water for the tea to boil, Onew standing barely thirty centimeters from him. The faint sound of the evening news could be heard coming from the living room.
“Why, because your mother keeps pestering us about it?”
“No, because I wanted to marry you since the first time I saw you.” The older looked absolutely serious as he looked at the younger.
“You think we should marry?”
“Yes.”
“Is that your way of proposing?”
“You want me to drop down on one knee?”
“No.”
“Then it’s my way of proposing.”
“Do you at least have a ring? You're supposed to have one, you know.” And of course Onew wasn’t going to have one but Minho couldn’t help asking; teasing, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t know if you’d like diamonds or rubies.”
“Neither.”
“A simple one then?”
“Maybe.” The younger was grinning, trying to keep from laughing.
“Something like this?” The older pulled out a small, black velvet box out of his pocket, snapping it open with his thumb as he let it rest in the palm of his hand; nestled inside it was a simple ring, a thin band of brushed platinum. The younger’s smile fell immediately, replaced by a shocked expression as he looked at the box his boyfriend was holding.
“Y-yeah, something like that.” The ring glimmered, reflecting the cold, blue light from the fluorescents as it hit the semi-polished surface.
“Will you marry me?” The words were quiet, whispered in a soft tone, as Onew looked him deep in the eyes. He was uncharacteristically serious; the goofy smile he always wore gone and replaced by a nervous expression - as if part of him was expecting Minho to say no and break his heart.
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
Well, maybe the emotion was slightly justified. Hadn’t Minho simply snorted to or laughed off all previous proposals, thinking they were jokes. How many of those had been serious? How many times had he rejected the older unknowingly? But Onew had never presented him with a ring, he’d never looked so serious about it as he did now; waiting for a reply, panic becoming more evident in his eyes with every passing second as the clock on the wall ticked them away.
“I’d like that.” Minho’s own voice was barely above a whisper as well.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Soft lips pressed against Minho's for a fleeting moment before the older pulled back, smiling brighter than the younger had ever seen him do.
“You’ll wear it?”
“No, pabo, I’ll let it rust in that box forever. Of course I’ll wear it.” The younger’s words earned him a light punch in the shoulder before the older took the ring out of the box, dropping the later on the counter, leaving it to it’s own fate. He held out an expecting hand, waiting for Minho to give him his.
There was a moment of hesitation before the younger lifted his right hand, ready to place it on top of the other’s palm.
“The left one, pabo.”
“Shut up, how am I supposed to know?”
“Common knowledge?” The cold ring slid easily onto Minho’s ring finger, past the first two knuckles and stopping right before it reached the third.
“I bet you Googled it.” Minho lifted his hand up to eyelevel, inspecting the thin band of metal running around one of his fingers. It felt oddly…perfect.
“Finally.” The younger looked up as Onew uttered the word, his boyfriend’s, or wasn’t it fiancée now, eyes locked onto Minho’s hand as he smiled in satisfaction. He had probably just crossed of one of his life goals from his to-do-list.
“We’re gonna have to tell my parents.” The younger couldn’t help but groan at the mental image.
“Your mom will probably hug the baby right out of me. Speaking of which, we haven’t been interrupted for a good twenty minutes.”
Onew whipped his head around just in time to catch a blond tuft of hair disappear behind the doorframe to the kitchen.
“Key!” The blond reappeared, not looking the slightest bit abashed at being caught.
“I’m telling your kids about this when they ask me how their daddies got married.”
“Kids? It’s a kid.” The youngest of the three retorted.
“For now.” And then the blond was gone again, grinning from ear to ear, immensely satisfied with himself for spying on the couple.
“For now right?”
“Hyung, could we at least have one kid before we start planning a second?”
“That’s a maybe?”
“We can have as many kids as you are willing to carry.” Minho pushed back from where he had been leaning against the counter. He was sure there would be a permanent dent in his lower back from the edge.
“B-but…you know I can’t!”
“Then I wouldn’t push it.” The older looked dejected; pouting as Minho lightly patted his shoulder as he walked around him towards the door. He had to stop his best friend from blurting out the news to Onew’s parents before it was too late.
A/N: So... Two things. First of all, the title has nothing to do with the contents in case you were confused. There is absolutely no snow in the fic thingy. I've given up on trying to name my fics, I'm just gonna name them random names from now on. Second: This is part of the mpreg and I've had it on my computer for months, waiting to post it as part of the third semester but I just not happening (that baby will never be born) so I decided to end this torture, post this, and call it quits - I have other things I wanna write as well. I just could not not post it.