They were at the coffee shop - the place they'd first met, with Youngjae by the counter cursing wildly at a broken machine that refused to work properly - that evening, as they always would when Youngjae's classes ended. And they'd sit, one sipping a mug of warm tea while the other scratched vigorously at a overly lengthy piece of formula, by the window seat just to enjoy each others' company. They never did say much, but the silence was never awkward - it was perfect.

"Hey, Daehyun?"

The tanned boy hummed in acknowledgement, his tea bubbling under his lips when he blew out.

"Let's get married."

Youngjae and Daehyun had always been a sort of rash bunch. They never did care for the physical appearance of things; the finest of dinner dates didn't impress, as long as a street vender could fill their tummies all the same, what was point in wasting money. So needless to say, this surprise proposal wasn't at all much of a ... ... surprise.

"Sure."

After all, it wasn't at all much different from how they first began going out.

(To be honest, neither could remember who it had been, that did the asking. They simply had assumed their relationship had begun when it did, no questions asked.)

Still, the acceptance curled a smile to Youngjae's lips, his pencil wrapped in his hands - in the middle of scribbling down yet another trial-and-error database code - coming to a still as the boy's smile flashed through falling bangs (they were getting a little long). "Really?" Because as nonchalant the question had come out, he'd honestly been sweating like a pig on the inside.

Daehyun simply nodded, returning the smile as he blew into his mug. He honestly couldn't see why not. The two had been dating since early on in their high school careers (though their relationship had been an on-and-off sort of thing through their first and second year) and Daehyun had already figured they'd grow old and ugly together, raising either a million children, puppies or kittens together. So why not start a little earlier than the rest of the kids his generation?

Setting his pencil down, Youngjae's hands planted firmly on the plastic coated table to bend over to the other side, pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's - fiancee - plush, pillow-like lips. "Great. You want a ring to go with that, Hubbie?"

There was a bubbling laughter between the two, the year older gently pushing his new husband back into his couch seat before the other customers could start pointing fingers at their public display of gay affection. "Don't tell me you thought you'd get away without getting me a ring?" (Though technically, they'd both be paying for that ring together.)

"What's wrong with the one we have now?"

It was a joke, Daehyun could feel it from the playful pout that tugged Youngjae's bottom lip.

"Nothing, but it's sort of lacking a giant diamond the size of my eye, don't you think?"

They shared a laugh at that, Youngjae teasingly complaining that Daehyun would probably never wear the wedding band if it really did carry such a big gem on it. And after a hearty laugh and a none too subtle game of footsie under the table, it was decided that they go and purchase this wedding band of theirs after their finals that semester. They could worry about their wedding expenses then.

Returning back to his papers, Youngjae's mood was significantly lifted as he flew through the rest of the problems, too engrossed in their first date as an engaged couple to fully focus on his papers. In fact, as his hand continued at his work, his mouth ran off on a whole different spectrum, jittering about their to-be married life.

It was maybe there that Daehyun paused, chewing at his bottom lip. Because at Youngjae's child-plans - "One son and one daughter. The daughter first, cause I know she'll take after you and love having a baby brother to coo over. What do you think?" - Daehyun remembered that there was a certain secret his lover didn't know.

"Hey, Youngjae?"

He hummed, his dry lips and heaving a breath from his constant chatting. "What is it?"

"There's something I should probably tell you. Something I probably should have told you earlier?"

Here again, the younger paused, looking up from his work with a slight pulled frown, worry etched in his expression. "What, you have a hidden on the side you didn't tell me about that you ed up and is pregnant all because I refused to you during high school?"

(Daehyun flushed red - a rare sight, all thanks to his natural deep beach tan.)

"No hidden ."

Youngjae's frown deepened. "Daehyun, you know I love you and would still love you even if I found out you have like twenty children hidden in that cave you call home, right?"

Daehyun grunted and Youngjae's brows raised.

(But Youngjae in the end gave in, waving his wrist loosely in indication for Daehyun to continue.)

"It's not twenty."

A lift of brow.

"Twenty what?"

"Children.

"It's just one. Adopted." Daehyun made sure to emphasize this part. He was no cheater. "His name is Jongup."

And biting his inside cheek, Daehyun looked down, almost waiting for Youngjae to get at him for hiding a child from him. (Youngjae wasn't the most fond of children and had often times during their relationship mentioned adopting a child maybe five or older for the sake of avoiding diapers and spoiled pants.)

"Alright."

Daehyun peeked up, mildly surprised at the calm reply back.

"So we just need a girl now, right? Hearing oppa around the house would be cool too, I guess."

Daehyun couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.