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[ Team Five ] Family = Love, Love = Family ( 4/4 )
Hodads Housewarming party + THE END ( part one ) ( part two ) ( part three )
He is always safe wherever Joonmyun is. It sounds cliche, but just having his husband's presence at his side gives Minho a warm confidence that imbues his whole outlook, and also the way others look at him. Just like wearing a favorite sweater to a nerve wracking exam always let him sink into the mental task at hand and forget his stress about the outcome, holding Joonmyun's hand helps Minho focus on moving forward, living each day with his eyes set on his goals instead of the inevitable setbacks along the way.
It helps, of course, that Joonmyun is one of his important treasures, his motivation and his reward. Minho is grateful that they can share everything, from income tax paperwork to summer travels to the clothes they like to steal from each others' closets (and floors). One of his favorite couple selcas is one he keeps on his phone for private viewing: Minho snuggled in one of Joonmyun's old cardigans and the hems of Minho's favorite pajama pants pooling around Joonmyun's ankles.
Minho would rather be bumming around the house in a pair of faded jeans with the sleeves of Joonmyun's favorite green sweater pushed up to his elbows, but he doesn't really mind wearing the gray slacks and blue button down Joonmyun pulled out of a duffle bag for him this morning. They are hosting a party after all. Jonghyun would shake his head at them if he arrived to find a house full of balloons and colored streamers but the hosts hadn't bothered to find a decent outfit from the moving mess and change out of their pajamas.
Joonmyun is dressed in a matching color palette, but in reverse. His belted shorts are dusky blue and his pullover is a soft gray that complements the texture of his fluffy hair, freshly blow dried after the quick shower they shared this morning. Not all of their guests' fashion choices are up to Jonghyun's standards, however.
Chanyeol arrived half an hour ago in a toothpaste stained sweatshirt and swim trunks, though Minho can forgive his lapse in etiquette since he has proved a huge help with getting the grill going, despite Joonmyun's fears about fire safety. He's also glad to know their friends feel comfortable in their new home, enough to spread out through the rooms and help themselves to the drink bar. (Or fall asleep in Joonmyun's backyard hammock, as Jongin did within fifteen minutes of his arrival.)
"Hey, I'm going to check on the ice bucket, make sure it's full. Can you answer the door if somebody shows up?" Joonmyun squeezes his hand in question before letting go.
Minho releases his fingers with a reluctant smile, but nods. "Ok, I got the front door arrivals covered! Unless you'd rather I refill the ice?"
"Oh... Hm." Joonmyun frowns, not a frustrated crease of his brows, just a soft flicker of consideration sliding across his features. "Maybe you're right. I'll stay here and man the guestbook if you want to check on the drinks bar? Could you make sure the orange juice is full too, and open a new bottle if not? Oh, and check the paper napkins!"
"Orange juice, ice tray, napkins," Minho counts off on his fingers. "Ok! I'll be right back." He catches Joonmyun's fingers in his for one last squeeze before threading his way through the clusters of guests chatting in the atrium and living room.
The kitchen is where the trays of tea sandwiches and kimbap slices are lined up on the counters, as well as the drinks bar on the island. It's a tight squeeze with the platters of grilled meat and the dishes of salad and fruit and kimchi their friends brought covering the counter space. The kitchen table is piled with jumbo rolls toilet paper, liters of laundry detergent and softener, and boxes and boxes of rice cakes, the traditional offerings to bring to a housewarming.
Minho sighs to himself when he sees that the pile has grown even larger in the hour he's spent in the entryway with Joonmyun, greeting their friends and neighbors and family as they drop by for a tour of the house and stay for some grilled pork and somaek. They'd told their friends not to bring anything. Joonmyun had even put a small footnote on the handmade invitations stating it wasn't necessary, but of course their loved ones had to go and overwhelm them with gifts.
Some are as practical as the extra set of coffee table coasters Zhou Mi brought, others as ridiculous as the rubber chicken wrapped in a new set of kitchen towels Amber handed them when she walked in the door. Jinki had even brought them a value pack of disposable diapers.
Joonmyun had blushed and stuttered out a thank you as he accepted the gift, but placed it front and center on the sprawling stack of items on the table. Their friends know the couple are just beginning the process to adopt a child, which will take months if not years to complete. They haven’t talked about it much outside of the family, but Minho knows his hyung wasn't trying to be insensitive. It's just his way of showing his support for their dream.
Minho makes it back to the entryway just in time to greet Jongdae and Baekhyun. Joonmyun is already shoving a pen into Baekhyun's fist, urging him to add something to the guestbook.
"Anything? Really, hyung? You want me to add anything." Jongdae frowns at Joonmyun but there's a wicked glint in his eye. Minho would be worried if he didn't already know what Jongdae was referring to.
"Anything you think would be appropriate to our interior style," Joonmyun clarifies with a hasty laugh.
"In other words," Baekhyun grunts, shoving the notebook at Jongdae to hold, "don't draw dicks on the nursery design page!"
"What if their baby is boy?" Jongdae continues with a sweet smile as Joonmyun knocks his head back into the wall. "Regardless, really. Anatomical wallpaper would be educational."
"Hi guys!" Minho announces his presence with a wave. He slides into the space behind Joonmyun, resting his chin on his husband's shoulder as he winds his arms around his waist. "You hungry? Chanyeol's got meat on the grill out back!"
Minho presses his smile to the line of Joonmyun's jaw when his strategic hospitality succeeds and Baekhyun and Jongdae merely sign the page before heading off to hunt down some food.
"Agh, those two," Joonmyun murmurs, and rolls his head against the curve of Minho's shoulder. "Thanks for distracting them with the promise of food."
"Hehe! I doubt they would have actually graffitied your inspiration notebook, but just in case."
"Yeah, you never know with those two!" Joonmyun's laugh is a slow chuckle, ending in a contented purr as Minho runs his fingers through his hair.
"Did we get any cool ideas though?" Minho taps the notebook in Joonmyun's hand. They've been asking each of their guests to sign the pages, as well as leave an idea in Joonmyun's inspiration notebook. Who knows if it will be feasible to incorporate most of the suggestions into their decorating scheme or not but the notebook will make a great keepsake, at least.
"Here, you wanna peek?" Joonmyun flips the cover. "See this one, this one is Heechul hyung's." He points at a black ink sketch, a stylized rose with petals that look like tear drops. "I'm not sure if I want to put it in the nursery like he suggested, but it might look cool as part of a mural in the bathroom?"
"Mm, sure." Minho turns the pages to glance through some of the other doodles and notes their friends have left for them.
Jongin suggested Transformers as a theme for the nursery. Chanyeol scribbled a flames motif under his signature, and suggested installing an olive pitter in the kitchen. Taemin wants a soft serve ice cream machine installed next to the olive pitter, and even offered to chip in for the purchase as long as he gets unlimited visitation rights. Joonmyun's mother recommended they get an air filtration system, which is a great idea but will take them at least a few months to save for.
"Oh, and Amber drew us a llama. She said if we paint a llama on one of the walls it will bring us good luck."
"So..." Minho hums under his breath as he ruffles through the last few marked on pages before he runs into the sea of clean white paper. "In other words, nothing we can actually put up on our walls, but it's fun to see their ideas!"
"Well," Joonmyun hums back, turning until his nose bumps against Minho's temple, "allow me to summarize. I think that despite the fact our friends have our home's best interest in mind, their recommended personalizations wouldn't necessarily match with our lifestyle or decor preferences. So I'm not sure if we can actually use they suggestions, but it's nice to see what they think."
"Isn't that basically what I just said?" Minho laughs into Joonmyun's ear until he wriggles away, breaking his hold to slide the notebook onto the side table.
"Why don't we go find something to eat, hm? My mother said she'd man the door for awhile."
"Perfect, I'm starved." Minho tweaks the tip of Joonmyun's nose between his fingers, leaning in to cover the spot with a quick kiss when his husband squeaks in protest. "Maybe someone will leave some brilliant inspiration while we go chat up our guests!"
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Minho doesn't get a chance to flip through the rest of the notebook until hours later, once their guests have departed for the evening and the gas grill and all the food has been cleaned up and put away. He leafs through the doodled on pages while he waits for Joonmyun to finish brushing his teeth. The most extensive addition is a double spread sketch of the galaxy by Kyuhyun. Minho laughs when he sees it, wondering how many hours his hyung must have spent sketching it in pencil.
"Oh, you're still awake in here?" Joonmyun comes out of the bathroom slinging water from his damp fingers, a thin towel slung over his neck. He stops in front of the counter beside Minho.
"As if I'd go to bed without you!" Minho shakes his head and tugs Joonmyun in closer by the ends of his towel. "Come on though, let’s sleep. It's been a long day."
"Too much excitement," Joonmyun mumbles as he nods in agreement, but Minho can tell from the soft smile lighting his features that he enjoyed every bit of today. "Oh dear, we forgot to put that pile away!" He halts Minho from tugging him down the hall with a palm braced against his shoulder.
"What? Oh..." Minho notices the jumbo value pack of diapers propped on the sofa. They must have forgotten to tidy it up when they were stacking their gifts into the nearest closet. "Let's just go to bed, deal with it tomorrow. Just leave it there for now," Minho says.
"Mm, ok." Joonmyun's yawn stretches his features into silent roar. He almost looks like a baby bird, mouth gaping for a food delivery, and Minho thinks it's adorable. He leans in for a quick peck at the corner of his husband's mouth and pulls him into the bedroom. "First thing in the morning."
Minho actually wouldn't mind if Joonmyun forgets to tidy the disposable diapers away into a closet. He wouldn't mind if it became a fixture of the living room either, as much a part of their home's landscape as the framed wedding portrait hanging in the hall or the monogrammed towels in their bathroom.
Maybe he'll mention it to Joonmyun tomorrow, Minho thinks as he trades his button down for a T-shirt, keeping the diapers around as a sort of accent piece. It would be a visual representation of their goal, a promise of the treasure they're working hard to welcome into their home in the (hopefully) not too distant future.
He throws one of his husband's summer weight cardigans over his shoulders and dives into bed, toes already burrowing beneath the covers to find Joonmyun's before his head hits the pillow. Joonmyun turns out the bedside light and Minho's eyes blink shut, translucent moon beams slanting through the window blinds a comforting weight on his eyelids.
"I love you." Joonmyun's fingers trace familiar patterns across his forehead and into his hairline. Minho inhales the hints of pepper sauce and green apple dish soap on Joonmyun's skin.
"Love you, too." He tilts his chin up into Joonmyun's touch to press a kiss to the curve of his palm. Joonmyun chuckles, breath hiccuping through his nose as he shifts closer into the fold of Minho's arms.
"Hey, I wonder where the Halloween wreath Amber gave us last year is. Did you see it in any of the boxes this morning?"
"Mmph, we'll look for it tomorrow hyung!"
"But--" Joonmyoon opens his mouth to continue his train of thought, breath falling in a hot mist against his throat, but Minho shuts him up with a gentle kiss. They have plenty of time to start settling in tomorrow, and Minho is looking forward to it. Even sorting through tacky seasonal decor isn't a chore as long as he gets to do it with his favorite person. And Joonmyun is definitely 100% Minho’s favorite everything.
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He is always safe wherever Joonmyun is. It sounds cliche, but just having his husband's presence at his side gives Minho a warm confidence that imbues his whole outlook, and also the way others look at him. Just like wearing a favorite sweater to a nerve wracking exam always let him sink into the mental task at hand and forget his stress about the outcome, holding Joonmyun's hand helps Minho focus on moving forward, living each day with his eyes set on his goals instead of the inevitable setbacks along the way.
It helps, of course, that Joonmyun is one of his important treasures, his motivation and his reward. Minho is grateful that they can share everything, from income tax paperwork to summer travels to the clothes they like to steal from each others' closets (and floors). One of his favorite couple selcas is one he keeps on his phone for private viewing: Minho snuggled in one of Joonmyun's old cardigans and the hems of Minho's favorite pajama pants pooling around Joonmyun's ankles.
Minho would rather be bumming around the house in a pair of faded jeans with the sleeves of Joonmyun's favorite green sweater pushed up to his elbows, but he doesn't really mind wearing the gray slacks and blue button down Joonmyun pulled out of a duffle bag for him this morning. They are hosting a party after all. Jonghyun would shake his head at them if he arrived to find a house full of balloons and colored streamers but the hosts hadn't bothered to find a decent outfit from the moving mess and change out of their pajamas.
Joonmyun is dressed in a matching color palette, but in reverse. His belted shorts are dusky blue and his pullover is a soft gray that complements the texture of his fluffy hair, freshly blow dried after the quick shower they shared this morning. Not all of their guests' fashion choices are up to Jonghyun's standards, however.
Chanyeol arrived half an hour ago in a toothpaste stained sweatshirt and swim trunks, though Minho can forgive his lapse in etiquette since he has proved a huge help with getting the grill going, despite Joonmyun's fears about fire safety. He's also glad to know their friends feel comfortable in their new home, enough to spread out through the rooms and help themselves to the drink bar. (Or fall asleep in Joonmyun's backyard hammock, as Jongin did within fifteen minutes of his arrival.)
"Hey, I'm going to check on the ice bucket, make sure it's full. Can you answer the door if somebody shows up?" Joonmyun squeezes his hand in question before letting go.
Minho releases his fingers with a reluctant smile, but nods. "Ok, I got the front door arrivals covered! Unless you'd rather I refill the ice?"
"Oh... Hm." Joonmyun frowns, not a frustrated crease of his brows, just a soft flicker of consideration sliding across his features. "Maybe you're right. I'll stay here and man the guestbook if you want to check on the drinks bar? Could you make sure the orange juice is full too, and open a new bottle if not? Oh, and check the paper napkins!"
"Orange juice, ice tray, napkins," Minho counts off on his fingers. "Ok! I'll be right back." He catches Joonmyun's fingers in his for one last squeeze before threading his way through the clusters of guests chatting in the atrium and living room.
The kitchen is where the trays of tea sandwiches and kimbap slices are lined up on the counters, as well as the drinks bar on the island. It's a tight squeeze with the platters of grilled meat and the dishes of salad and fruit and kimchi their friends brought covering the counter space. The kitchen table is piled with jumbo rolls toilet paper, liters of laundry detergent and softener, and boxes and boxes of rice cakes, the traditional offerings to bring to a housewarming.
Minho sighs to himself when he sees that the pile has grown even larger in the hour he's spent in the entryway with Joonmyun, greeting their friends and neighbors and family as they drop by for a tour of the house and stay for some grilled pork and somaek. They'd told their friends not to bring anything. Joonmyun had even put a small footnote on the handmade invitations stating it wasn't necessary, but of course their loved ones had to go and overwhelm them with gifts.
Some are as practical as the extra set of coffee table coasters Zhou Mi brought, others as ridiculous as the rubber chicken wrapped in a new set of kitchen towels Amber handed them when she walked in the door. Jinki had even brought them a value pack of disposable diapers.
Joonmyun had blushed and stuttered out a thank you as he accepted the gift, but placed it front and center on the sprawling stack of items on the table. Their friends know the couple are just beginning the process to adopt a child, which will take months if not years to complete. They haven’t talked about it much outside of the family, but Minho knows his hyung wasn't trying to be insensitive. It's just his way of showing his support for their dream.
Minho makes it back to the entryway just in time to greet Jongdae and Baekhyun. Joonmyun is already shoving a pen into Baekhyun's fist, urging him to add something to the guestbook.
"Anything? Really, hyung? You want me to add anything." Jongdae frowns at Joonmyun but there's a wicked glint in his eye. Minho would be worried if he didn't already know what Jongdae was referring to.
"Anything you think would be appropriate to our interior style," Joonmyun clarifies with a hasty laugh.
"In other words," Baekhyun grunts, shoving the notebook at Jongdae to hold, "don't draw dicks on the nursery design page!"
"What if their baby is boy?" Jongdae continues with a sweet smile as Joonmyun knocks his head back into the wall. "Regardless, really. Anatomical wallpaper would be educational."
"Hi guys!" Minho announces his presence with a wave. He slides into the space behind Joonmyun, resting his chin on his husband's shoulder as he winds his arms around his waist. "You hungry? Chanyeol's got meat on the grill out back!"
Minho presses his smile to the line of Joonmyun's jaw when his strategic hospitality succeeds and Baekhyun and Jongdae merely sign the page before heading off to hunt down some food.
"Agh, those two," Joonmyun murmurs, and rolls his head against the curve of Minho's shoulder. "Thanks for distracting them with the promise of food."
"Hehe! I doubt they would have actually graffitied your inspiration notebook, but just in case."
"Yeah, you never know with those two!" Joonmyun's laugh is a slow chuckle, ending in a contented purr as Minho runs his fingers through his hair.
"Did we get any cool ideas though?" Minho taps the notebook in Joonmyun's hand. They've been asking each of their guests to sign the pages, as well as leave an idea in Joonmyun's inspiration notebook. Who knows if it will be feasible to incorporate most of the suggestions into their decorating scheme or not but the notebook will make a great keepsake, at least.
"Here, you wanna peek?" Joonmyun flips the cover. "See this one, this one is Heechul hyung's." He points at a black ink sketch, a stylized rose with petals that look like tear drops. "I'm not sure if I want to put it in the nursery like he suggested, but it might look cool as part of a mural in the bathroom?"
"Mm, sure." Minho turns the pages to glance through some of the other doodles and notes their friends have left for them.
Jongin suggested Transformers as a theme for the nursery. Chanyeol scribbled a flames motif under his signature, and suggested installing an olive pitter in the kitchen. Taemin wants a soft serve ice cream machine installed next to the olive pitter, and even offered to chip in for the purchase as long as he gets unlimited visitation rights. Joonmyun's mother recommended they get an air filtration system, which is a great idea but will take them at least a few months to save for.
"Oh, and Amber drew us a llama. She said if we paint a llama on one of the walls it will bring us good luck."
"So..." Minho hums under his breath as he ruffles through the last few marked on pages before he runs into the sea of clean white paper. "In other words, nothing we can actually put up on our walls, but it's fun to see their ideas!"
"Well," Joonmyun hums back, turning until his nose bumps against Minho's temple, "allow me to summarize. I think that despite the fact our friends have our home's best interest in mind, their recommended personalizations wouldn't necessarily match with our lifestyle or decor preferences. So I'm not sure if we can actually use they suggestions, but it's nice to see what they think."
"Isn't that basically what I just said?" Minho laughs into Joonmyun's ear until he wriggles away, breaking his hold to slide the notebook onto the side table.
"Why don't we go find something to eat, hm? My mother said she'd man the door for awhile."
"Perfect, I'm starved." Minho tweaks the tip of Joonmyun's nose between his fingers, leaning in to cover the spot with a quick kiss when his husband squeaks in protest. "Maybe someone will leave some brilliant inspiration while we go chat up our guests!"
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Minho doesn't get a chance to flip through the rest of the notebook until hours later, once their guests have departed for the evening and the gas grill and all the food has been cleaned up and put away. He leafs through the doodled on pages while he waits for Joonmyun to finish brushing his teeth. The most extensive addition is a double spread sketch of the galaxy by Kyuhyun. Minho laughs when he sees it, wondering how many hours his hyung must have spent sketching it in pencil.
"Oh, you're still awake in here?" Joonmyun comes out of the bathroom slinging water from his damp fingers, a thin towel slung over his neck. He stops in front of the counter beside Minho.
"As if I'd go to bed without you!" Minho shakes his head and tugs Joonmyun in closer by the ends of his towel. "Come on though, let’s sleep. It's been a long day."
"Too much excitement," Joonmyun mumbles as he nods in agreement, but Minho can tell from the soft smile lighting his features that he enjoyed every bit of today. "Oh dear, we forgot to put that pile away!" He halts Minho from tugging him down the hall with a palm braced against his shoulder.
"What? Oh..." Minho notices the jumbo value pack of diapers propped on the sofa. They must have forgotten to tidy it up when they were stacking their gifts into the nearest closet. "Let's just go to bed, deal with it tomorrow. Just leave it there for now," Minho says.
"Mm, ok." Joonmyun's yawn stretches his features into silent roar. He almost looks like a baby bird, mouth gaping for a food delivery, and Minho thinks it's adorable. He leans in for a quick peck at the corner of his husband's mouth and pulls him into the bedroom. "First thing in the morning."
Minho actually wouldn't mind if Joonmyun forgets to tidy the disposable diapers away into a closet. He wouldn't mind if it became a fixture of the living room either, as much a part of their home's landscape as the framed wedding portrait hanging in the hall or the monogrammed towels in their bathroom.
Maybe he'll mention it to Joonmyun tomorrow, Minho thinks as he trades his button down for a T-shirt, keeping the diapers around as a sort of accent piece. It would be a visual representation of their goal, a promise of the treasure they're working hard to welcome into their home in the (hopefully) not too distant future.
He throws one of his husband's summer weight cardigans over his shoulders and dives into bed, toes already burrowing beneath the covers to find Joonmyun's before his head hits the pillow. Joonmyun turns out the bedside light and Minho's eyes blink shut, translucent moon beams slanting through the window blinds a comforting weight on his eyelids.
"I love you." Joonmyun's fingers trace familiar patterns across his forehead and into his hairline. Minho inhales the hints of pepper sauce and green apple dish soap on Joonmyun's skin.
"Love you, too." He tilts his chin up into Joonmyun's touch to press a kiss to the curve of his palm. Joonmyun chuckles, breath hiccuping through his nose as he shifts closer into the fold of Minho's arms.
"Hey, I wonder where the Halloween wreath Amber gave us last year is. Did you see it in any of the boxes this morning?"
"Mmph, we'll look for it tomorrow hyung!"
"But--" Joonmyoon opens his mouth to continue his train of thought, breath falling in a hot mist against his throat, but Minho shuts him up with a gentle kiss. They have plenty of time to start settling in tomorrow, and Minho is looking forward to it. Even sorting through tacky seasonal decor isn't a chore as long as he gets to do it with his favorite person. And Joonmyun is definitely 100% Minho’s favorite everything.
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I DONT EVEN KNWO WHERE TO ESTART I LVOEF THIS THIS WAS HTE PERFECT WAT TO END (baekchen they're the best //dicks///education on anatomy/// pmsl)
IM NOT REAFY TO SYA GOODBYE TO THSI AU ;A; TIS THE MOST PERFREVT THING EVER THANK YO SOSOOSOSOOSO FOR THIS B R I L L I A N T SERIES HODADS DESREVE ALL THE LOVING THEURE OS EIUGISGLEGEKJ cries for the enct hunferf years over this au <3333
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please don't cry because I love you <3 *throws you chocobanana muffins and all the aloe kleenex*
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i am a hopeless crybaby sniff ;;;;;; I lovey lovey love you too renren ;-; /smothers you with all the love in the world and noms on chocobanana muffins/
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lbr I probably cry more than you, so it's all good ;a;
<3 <3
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we can be crybabies together~ /throws hearts
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