Family = Love, Love = Family ( 3/4 )
Title: Family = Love, Love = Family: part III
Pairing: Minho//Suho
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Minho and Joonmyun decorate for their housewarming party~
A/N: Inspired by the episode where they blow up balloons to decorate for Kyu's birthday ^^.
“I’ll be there,” he says and dries his hands carefully on the towel, “just a sec!”
“Take your time!” Minho hollers, nudging open the sliding door with the toe of his sandal. “Hey, I got the propane! Grill should be all ready to go for tomorrow.” He waves at Joonmyun through the door before stacking the fuel cans next to the grill on the deck.
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing, though?” Joonmyun comes up to fill the gap in the doorway, watching his husband clear aside a few empty moving boxes scattered across the deck. The gently used gas grill came included with the purchase of the house, but no owner’s manual.
“Eh...probably I can figure it out. If not, Chanyeol has already volunteered to help us!”
“That pyromaniac?” Joonmyun laughs, his voice hoarse with a tremor of uncertainty. “I’d rather hand Donghae hyung a box of sulfur matches than let Chanyeol set up the grill!”
“Hey, don’t worry about tomorrow, ok?” Minho wipes his hands on his shorts as he kicks his sandals off at the doorstep, stepping up to catch Joonmyun around the waist. “I’m sure one of our friends will be able to help us work it out, and if not, we’ll just swing by Burger King and clean out their grill. Ok?”
“Ok.” Joonmyun smiles, lips lifting at the corners when Minho taps the tip of his nose with a finger.
“Just breathe, it’ll be fun! Is there anything in here I can help you with?” Minho shuffles forward into the house as Joonmyun tugs him backwards. Joonmyun trips over an unopened box labeled FRAGILE CD COLLECT’N in purple sharpie, knocking them over onto the sofa.
The furniture is already arranged in the spacious living living room and dining area, but they have a long ways to go with the boxes. The moving company put away the dishes and cooking utensils in the kitchen cabinets under Joonmyun’s careful supervision, but he declined their service for the rest of the boxes.
Minho doesn’t want him to feel stressed trying to do too much by himself, but he understands. Joonmyun has always been private about his personal belongings, though he does tend to fling them across the rooms and furniture within their zone of personal space at home.
“I’m not even going to stress over finding the holiday decorations until there’s a holiday to worry about!” Joonmyun stands with a groan, pulling Minho up with him.
“That sounds like a plan!” Minho slips past Joonmyun to peek into their brand new fridge the department store delivered yesterday. The brushed steel handles are cool under his palms, but only a tub of Joonmyun’s mother’s kimchi and an almost empty quart of milk are inside.
“Oh, and I ordered a pizza while you were at the store, I hope you don’t mind!” Joonmyun unclips the sunglasses from the front of Minho’s v-neck and lays them in the fruit basket with their car keys and phone chargers, all the important items small enough to get lost in the move.
“Hyung, since when have I ever minded pizza?” Minho laughs and leans in for a kiss, thanking his husband with a soft press to his lips. All in all, they’ve made a lot of progress in the two days since they moved out of the apartment, and Joonmyun’s been taking the stress in stride.
They’re both just so happy that it doesn’t seem like work at all, singing along to Joonmyun’s ipod as they arrange the toiletries in the medicine cabinet and shove boxes of winter clothes in the closet to deal with later. The whole process seems much less daunting when he has a smiling husband beside him.
“So, I think all that’s left is finishing the balloons, and then--”
Minho interrupts Joonmyun’s check list with another kiss, pulling him in by the belt loops as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “Sorry,” he mumbles into Joonmyun’s neck as soon as they come up for air. “You just smell really, really good, and I’m really, really hungry--I just can’t resist…”
“Mm!” Joonmyun hums against Minho’s cheek after stealing another kiss. “Balloons first, and then we can--mm! Hey.”
“Ok fine,” Minho agrees, though his smile is completely unapologetic for the groping squeeze of Joonmyun’s ass he stole before pulling away to find the colored party balloons.
“They’re next to the TV! The balloons, I mean.” Joonmyun leans across the counter to wave Minho in the right direction.
Minho pulls an orange one out of the open bag and gives it an experimental stretch. “Ooh, these are kinda stiff.”
“Yeah, I was working on one earlier but I couldn’t tie it off. I was waiting til you got back to help me.” Joonmyun grabs a red heart-shaped one and sucks it between his lips.
“Race to see who can blow it up fastest?”
“Woor awm!” Joonmyun agrees, and starts blowing.
Minho’s balloon grows fastest, blooming a paler shade of orange as the rubber stretches out, but Joonmyun overtakes him by the end. He puffs away steadily, leaning into each blow until his shoulders rock forward with the effort.
Joonmyun pinches at the stem before letting go with his mouth. “Hah! I won! But can you tie this for me?”
“Sure,” Minho nods when he finishes a moment later, “just--a sec! My--finger--” His index finger gets caught in the knot when he tries to secure his orange balloon, the rubber gripping the surface of his fingernail when he tries to pull the end through. “Ah! I can’t get it!”
“Are you ok?” Joonmyun almost loses his hold on his own balloon reaching for Minho in concern.
Minho shakes his head, whisking his hands out of reach and gritting his teeth for an extra forceful pull. “There! Got it.” The balloon bounces to the floor like a volleyball in low gravity and Minho rubs his fingers against his leg to restore the blood flow. “Here, let me get yours too!”
Joonmyun transfers the red balloon over, already digging in the bag for another color to try next.
“How many of these do we need to blow up?”
“Hm, I was thinking we could do the whole bag! There’s only thirty in here.” Joonmyun pulls out a sky blue egg shaped one next, shaking it limply in his palm.
“Thirty? We’re not going to have the energy left to eat by the time the pizza gets here!”
Joonmyun shrugs, mouth occupied, but lets the blue balloon fall from his lips with a hiss of air rushing out when the doorbell rings.
"I got it, I got i!" He waves for Minho to stay put and jogs for the front door. "Whoops!"
Minho chases after him into the entryway when he hears the crash of Joonmyun tripping over something. Joonmyun turns back with a sheepish smile as he wrenches the front door open.
"Sorry! I keep forgetting the umbrella stand is right by the corner!" he mouths as he pulls out his phone to show the order confirmation to the delivery man.
"Enjoy your food." The man clomps down the front steps, almost tripping on a stack of hula hoops looped over one of the planter boxes.
"Ah, maybe we should move those before our guests show up tomorrow." Joonmyun shrugs in the direction of the toys, some gag gift Jongdae had unloaded on them to keep in storage for him when he moved to Busan for a summer research project.
"Better yet, let's hang them off the mailbox so Jongdae remembers to finally collect them and take them off our hands!" Minho drags the umbrella stand further into the corner and away from the walkway.
Joonmyun slides the pizza box onto the island in the kitchen and starts picking at the nylon ribbons holding it together. "Uh, honey? Do you happen to know where the scissors are?"
"No?" Minho tosses him the roll of paper towels installed over the kitchen sink, makeshift plates for tonight since they're too worn out to do more dishes before bed. It's pushing 11:00 PM as is, and Minho's metabolism has long since burned through the candy bar and chicken salad he shared with Joonmyun around 3:00. "Did you check in the toolbox?"
"Why would they be in there?"
"I dunno. Just a thought." Minho squints as he surveys the spread of the kitchen. Utensil drawer. Aha. If they can't find the stationery scissors they might as well use the pair intended for kitchen use.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Joonmyun sighs as soon as he sees his husband turn around with the kitchen shears in hand. "You are a genius!"
"Nah, I think you're just really hungry!" Minho jabs him in the ribs through the soft folds of his baggy T-shirt but steps back to allow Joonmyun space to sever the strings.
"Maybe...maybe we should sleep after we eat, worry about the decorations in the morning?" Joonmyun looks up through his fringe with a small smile as he swipes a dangling string of warm cheese into his mouth with his tongue. "Life necessities before aesthetics."
Minho glances at the two mismatched balloons resting on the sofa, then at the bag of 28 other ones waiting to be filled, and then at the tired circles under his husband's eyes. "I like the way you think! Do you think we could maybe...just take the pizza box with us to bed? I think I'll keel over mid slice if I try to finish eating in here." He matches Joonmyun's coy expression with an innocent smile, dissolving into giggles when Joonmyun sucks in a slow breath of exaggerated consideration.
"Well," Joonmyun sighs, "ok. But just this once! I don't want the master bedroom to smell like greasy cheese after we went to the trouble of color coordinating the air freshener pumps to all of the rooms!"
"What if they sell Glade refills that smell like cheese?"
"Don't tease me or I might change my mind!"
"Got it!" Minho grabs the box with both hands, and the nearest plastic bag to place under it to keep the comforter from getting oil stains. "And thank you!" he adds, looking over his shoulder as Joonmyun trails him down the hall with the roll of towels. "This is such a nice moving in party, the nicest one I think we've ever had!"
"The party isn't til tomorrow." Joonmyun stifles a yawn into the crook of his elbow as he draws the curtains in the master bedroom, salmon damask to match the peach breeze air freshener installed by the nightstand.
"Well, then this is the pre-gaming! Booyah!" Minho flops on bed, rocking with the jostle when Joonmyun joins him on the mattress with a flying leap.
"Best party ever," Joonmyun agrees, and even though he smells like greasy cheese when he snuggles up to his husband for a lazy kiss, Minho doesn't mind at all.
(part two here) (part four here)
Pairing: Minho//Suho
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, written just for fun.
Summary: Minho and Joonmyun decorate for their housewarming party~
A/N: Inspired by the episode where they blow up balloons to decorate for Kyu's birthday ^^.
“I’ll be there,” he says and dries his hands carefully on the towel, “just a sec!”
“Take your time!” Minho hollers, nudging open the sliding door with the toe of his sandal. “Hey, I got the propane! Grill should be all ready to go for tomorrow.” He waves at Joonmyun through the door before stacking the fuel cans next to the grill on the deck.
“Are you sure you know how to work that thing, though?” Joonmyun comes up to fill the gap in the doorway, watching his husband clear aside a few empty moving boxes scattered across the deck. The gently used gas grill came included with the purchase of the house, but no owner’s manual.
“Eh...probably I can figure it out. If not, Chanyeol has already volunteered to help us!”
“That pyromaniac?” Joonmyun laughs, his voice hoarse with a tremor of uncertainty. “I’d rather hand Donghae hyung a box of sulfur matches than let Chanyeol set up the grill!”
“Hey, don’t worry about tomorrow, ok?” Minho wipes his hands on his shorts as he kicks his sandals off at the doorstep, stepping up to catch Joonmyun around the waist. “I’m sure one of our friends will be able to help us work it out, and if not, we’ll just swing by Burger King and clean out their grill. Ok?”
“Ok.” Joonmyun smiles, lips lifting at the corners when Minho taps the tip of his nose with a finger.
“Just breathe, it’ll be fun! Is there anything in here I can help you with?” Minho shuffles forward into the house as Joonmyun tugs him backwards. Joonmyun trips over an unopened box labeled FRAGILE CD COLLECT’N in purple sharpie, knocking them over onto the sofa.
The furniture is already arranged in the spacious living living room and dining area, but they have a long ways to go with the boxes. The moving company put away the dishes and cooking utensils in the kitchen cabinets under Joonmyun’s careful supervision, but he declined their service for the rest of the boxes.
Minho doesn’t want him to feel stressed trying to do too much by himself, but he understands. Joonmyun has always been private about his personal belongings, though he does tend to fling them across the rooms and furniture within their zone of personal space at home.
“I’m not even going to stress over finding the holiday decorations until there’s a holiday to worry about!” Joonmyun stands with a groan, pulling Minho up with him.
“That sounds like a plan!” Minho slips past Joonmyun to peek into their brand new fridge the department store delivered yesterday. The brushed steel handles are cool under his palms, but only a tub of Joonmyun’s mother’s kimchi and an almost empty quart of milk are inside.
“Oh, and I ordered a pizza while you were at the store, I hope you don’t mind!” Joonmyun unclips the sunglasses from the front of Minho’s v-neck and lays them in the fruit basket with their car keys and phone chargers, all the important items small enough to get lost in the move.
“Hyung, since when have I ever minded pizza?” Minho laughs and leans in for a kiss, thanking his husband with a soft press to his lips. All in all, they’ve made a lot of progress in the two days since they moved out of the apartment, and Joonmyun’s been taking the stress in stride.
They’re both just so happy that it doesn’t seem like work at all, singing along to Joonmyun’s ipod as they arrange the toiletries in the medicine cabinet and shove boxes of winter clothes in the closet to deal with later. The whole process seems much less daunting when he has a smiling husband beside him.
“So, I think all that’s left is finishing the balloons, and then--”
Minho interrupts Joonmyun’s check list with another kiss, pulling him in by the belt loops as he leans back against the kitchen counter. “Sorry,” he mumbles into Joonmyun’s neck as soon as they come up for air. “You just smell really, really good, and I’m really, really hungry--I just can’t resist…”
“Mm!” Joonmyun hums against Minho’s cheek after stealing another kiss. “Balloons first, and then we can--mm! Hey.”
“Ok fine,” Minho agrees, though his smile is completely unapologetic for the groping squeeze of Joonmyun’s ass he stole before pulling away to find the colored party balloons.
“They’re next to the TV! The balloons, I mean.” Joonmyun leans across the counter to wave Minho in the right direction.
Minho pulls an orange one out of the open bag and gives it an experimental stretch. “Ooh, these are kinda stiff.”
“Yeah, I was working on one earlier but I couldn’t tie it off. I was waiting til you got back to help me.” Joonmyun grabs a red heart-shaped one and sucks it between his lips.
“Race to see who can blow it up fastest?”
“Woor awm!” Joonmyun agrees, and starts blowing.
Minho’s balloon grows fastest, blooming a paler shade of orange as the rubber stretches out, but Joonmyun overtakes him by the end. He puffs away steadily, leaning into each blow until his shoulders rock forward with the effort.
Joonmyun pinches at the stem before letting go with his mouth. “Hah! I won! But can you tie this for me?”
“Sure,” Minho nods when he finishes a moment later, “just--a sec! My--finger--” His index finger gets caught in the knot when he tries to secure his orange balloon, the rubber gripping the surface of his fingernail when he tries to pull the end through. “Ah! I can’t get it!”
“Are you ok?” Joonmyun almost loses his hold on his own balloon reaching for Minho in concern.
Minho shakes his head, whisking his hands out of reach and gritting his teeth for an extra forceful pull. “There! Got it.” The balloon bounces to the floor like a volleyball in low gravity and Minho rubs his fingers against his leg to restore the blood flow. “Here, let me get yours too!”
Joonmyun transfers the red balloon over, already digging in the bag for another color to try next.
“How many of these do we need to blow up?”
“Hm, I was thinking we could do the whole bag! There’s only thirty in here.” Joonmyun pulls out a sky blue egg shaped one next, shaking it limply in his palm.
“Thirty? We’re not going to have the energy left to eat by the time the pizza gets here!”
Joonmyun shrugs, mouth occupied, but lets the blue balloon fall from his lips with a hiss of air rushing out when the doorbell rings.
"I got it, I got i!" He waves for Minho to stay put and jogs for the front door. "Whoops!"
Minho chases after him into the entryway when he hears the crash of Joonmyun tripping over something. Joonmyun turns back with a sheepish smile as he wrenches the front door open.
"Sorry! I keep forgetting the umbrella stand is right by the corner!" he mouths as he pulls out his phone to show the order confirmation to the delivery man.
"Enjoy your food." The man clomps down the front steps, almost tripping on a stack of hula hoops looped over one of the planter boxes.
"Ah, maybe we should move those before our guests show up tomorrow." Joonmyun shrugs in the direction of the toys, some gag gift Jongdae had unloaded on them to keep in storage for him when he moved to Busan for a summer research project.
"Better yet, let's hang them off the mailbox so Jongdae remembers to finally collect them and take them off our hands!" Minho drags the umbrella stand further into the corner and away from the walkway.
Joonmyun slides the pizza box onto the island in the kitchen and starts picking at the nylon ribbons holding it together. "Uh, honey? Do you happen to know where the scissors are?"
"No?" Minho tosses him the roll of paper towels installed over the kitchen sink, makeshift plates for tonight since they're too worn out to do more dishes before bed. It's pushing 11:00 PM as is, and Minho's metabolism has long since burned through the candy bar and chicken salad he shared with Joonmyun around 3:00. "Did you check in the toolbox?"
"Why would they be in there?"
"I dunno. Just a thought." Minho squints as he surveys the spread of the kitchen. Utensil drawer. Aha. If they can't find the stationery scissors they might as well use the pair intended for kitchen use.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Joonmyun sighs as soon as he sees his husband turn around with the kitchen shears in hand. "You are a genius!"
"Nah, I think you're just really hungry!" Minho jabs him in the ribs through the soft folds of his baggy T-shirt but steps back to allow Joonmyun space to sever the strings.
"Maybe...maybe we should sleep after we eat, worry about the decorations in the morning?" Joonmyun looks up through his fringe with a small smile as he swipes a dangling string of warm cheese into his mouth with his tongue. "Life necessities before aesthetics."
Minho glances at the two mismatched balloons resting on the sofa, then at the bag of 28 other ones waiting to be filled, and then at the tired circles under his husband's eyes. "I like the way you think! Do you think we could maybe...just take the pizza box with us to bed? I think I'll keel over mid slice if I try to finish eating in here." He matches Joonmyun's coy expression with an innocent smile, dissolving into giggles when Joonmyun sucks in a slow breath of exaggerated consideration.
"Well," Joonmyun sighs, "ok. But just this once! I don't want the master bedroom to smell like greasy cheese after we went to the trouble of color coordinating the air freshener pumps to all of the rooms!"
"What if they sell Glade refills that smell like cheese?"
"Don't tease me or I might change my mind!"
"Got it!" Minho grabs the box with both hands, and the nearest plastic bag to place under it to keep the comforter from getting oil stains. "And thank you!" he adds, looking over his shoulder as Joonmyun trails him down the hall with the roll of towels. "This is such a nice moving in party, the nicest one I think we've ever had!"
"The party isn't til tomorrow." Joonmyun stifles a yawn into the crook of his elbow as he draws the curtains in the master bedroom, salmon damask to match the peach breeze air freshener installed by the nightstand.
"Well, then this is the pre-gaming! Booyah!" Minho flops on bed, rocking with the jostle when Joonmyun joins him on the mattress with a flying leap.
"Best party ever," Joonmyun agrees, and even though he smells like greasy cheese when he snuggles up to his husband for a lazy kiss, Minho doesn't mind at all.
(part two here) (part four here)