Kyungsoo hummed thoughtfully, eyes raking over the enormous display of candles in front of him. There were candles of all sizes, colors, and scents. How could he possibly be expected to make a decision?

Beside him, Jongin groaned loudly and let his head thunk forward onto one of the shelves, rattling the candles sitting there. “We’ve been here for over an hour,” he practically wailed. “Just ing choose one already.”

“I can’t choose one when you’re pressuring me like that,” Kyungsoo retorted. “What if I choose the wrong one?”

“It’s a ing candle,” Jongin said in disbelief. “They’re going to burn it. It doesn’t matter which one you get. For the love of all things holy, just choose one already!”

Kyungsoo grumbled about it, but he turned back to the rows of candles. “Okay, help me choose between these two,” he said, grabbing a blue one and then a red one. “Summer rain or apple cinnamon?”

“Apple cinnamon,” Jongin replied without hesitation.

Kyungsoo pursed his lips thoughtfully. “But apple cinnamon smells like Christmas, and it’s already March. If we gave them this one, they wouldn’t be able to use it for almost a year and it would just sit around taking up space.”

Jongin rubbed his temples wearily. “Then get the summer rain.”

“But it’s not summer,” Kyungsoo pointed out. “It’s only early spring. They wouldn’t be able to use this one for a while, either.”

Jongin threw up his hands at that. “Forget it. Choose the damn candle yourself. A candle is a boring housewarming gift anyway.” And he stormed off.

Kyungsoo watched his boyfriend go with a mix of consternation and guilt. He wanted help choosing the perfect housewarming gift for Luhan and Sehun, but he knew he could be a bit difficult when it came to picking something. So he replaced both the apple cinnamon and summer rain candles on the shelf and continued to look for something that he thought would really appeal to his friends.

In the end, he selected a heavy cream-colored candle and went in search of his boyfriend.

He found Jongin in the dishes section, looking at a selection of coffee mugs. The younger grinned when Kyungsoo came around the corner, cradling his candle in his arms. “Finally decide on one?”

“Yep.” Kyungsoo proudly held up the candle so Jongin could see.

His boyfriend was not impressed. “Man Town?” he read the scent off the label. “Just what exactly does Man Town smell like?”

“Like, you know, men,” Kyungsoo explained exasperatedly. “Because Sehun and Luhan are both men.”

“We’re both men and I sure as don’t want that candle in our apartment,” Jongin said, taking the top off the candle to take a whiff and then quickly replacing it. “Whatever. You’re not allowed to go back to the candle section so that’s the one we’re getting, I guess.”

Kyungsoo nodded to the coffee mug in Jongin’s hand. “What is that?”

“Oh, I wanted to get them a little something more than the candle,” Jongin grinned wickedly, holding up the mug so Kyungsoo could see. It was a white cup with the letters U-N-T in a big, black font.

“Unt?” Kyungsoo read off the cup. “I don’t get it…”

Jongin’s grin widened and he moved his hand so he was holding the mug from the bottom instead of from the handle, which turned out to be black and formed a letter C.

“Cun-” Kyungsoo began reading, but he quickly realized what it said before he finished. He rolled his eyes. “You think they’re going to like your tacky coffee mug more than my thoughtful candle?”

“Pretty sure they’re definitely going to like my totally classy and badass coffee mug more than your stinky candle,” Jongin retorted.

Kyungsoo couldn’t help but grin. “Want to bet?”

Jongin was definitely interested now. “What are we betting?”

“Hmm,” Kyungsoo said thoughtfully. “The loser has to be the winner’s slave for twenty-four whole hours.”

“What kind of slave?” Jongin asked eagerly.

Kyungsoo waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Any kind the winner wants.”

“You’re on,” Jongin agreed, holding out his hand to shake on it.

Luhan and Sehun were moving into their new apartment the following day, so the gifts had to be put aside until everything was all moved in. They moved into a building near campus, just a few blocks away from campus and very close to where Jongin and Kyungsoo’s building was. It was a bit nicer than the one Kyungsoo and Jongin shared since both Luhan and Sehun were receiving money from their families, larger and in a bit better of a neighborhood. They had all new furniture, courtesy of their parents, which was delivered piece by piece until their apartment was quite nice.

“Do you wish we could move into a place as nice as this?” Kyungsoo asked as they made their way over to the apartment in question, each carrying his carefully selected housewarming gift.

Jongin shrugged noncommittally. “I mean, I wouldn’t hate it, but I don’t hate where we live either. Anywhere I live with you is the perfect place.” He grinned cheekily.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I go easy on you when I win our bet.”

Jongin scoffed loudly. “You? Win? You’re out of your mind.”

Kyungsoo just smirked. “Just wait and see. I’m confident that they’ll like the candle way more than that stupid mug.”

Jongin stuck his tongue out in reply.

Sehun and Luhan had moved into an apartment on the fifth floor, so Jongin and Kyungsoo took the elevator to the correct floor and found the right apartment, all the way at the end of the hallway. They rang the bell and Jongin promptly covered up the camera with his finger.

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “Why are you doing that? They know we’re coming over.”

Jongin looked playfully affronted. “It’s a surprise, Kyungsoo. Obviously.”

“Jongin, get your finger off the camera,” Sehun’s voice came from inside. “You’re such a child sometimes.” And then he opened the door.

The front entryway was large, tiled in white. There was a shoe rack by the door, on which rested several pairs of shoes. There was a coat closet right beside the door, and Sehun hung their coats up there while they toed off their shoes.

“Are we the first ones here?” Jongin asked, straightening the collar of his shirt.

Kyungsoo pointed to the shoe rack, where a pair of high-heeled boots were resting. “Uh, pretty sure those don’t belong to Sehun or Luhan.”

Jongin smirked. “Well, you know Luhan has a penchant for cross-dressing…”

“That was one time!” Luhan’s voice shouts from the direction of the living room.

Jongin’s smirk widened. “That we know of.”

Sehun rolled his eyes but he was grinning himself. “Come on in. Everyone else is in the living room.”

The living room was large, easily almost twice the size of Kyungsoo and Jongin’s, with enormous windows overlooking the nearby park and a high ceiling. The furniture they had ordered was white and all the wood was light-colored, which gave the room a spring-like airiness that was not at all unpleasant.

Yixing and Seoyun had already arrived, and were sitting squished together in a white armchair even though there was plenty of room on the matching sofa, where Luhan sat by himself, slipper-clad feet propped up on the wooden coffee table. There was a large television hanging on the wall opposite, and it was turned to a reality program, although the volume was turned down so low it was impossible to hear it.

“Heya,” Jongin grinned.

“ you,” Luhan muttered grumpily. “Quit bringing up the cross-dressing thing already.”

Jongin held up his free hand in surrender. “Okay, okay. You’re not a cross-dresser.”

Seoyun laughed as she unfolded herself from the armchair and came to kiss first Jongin and then Kyungsoo on the cheek. “It’s good to see you guys again. Isn’t this place amazing?”

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo agreed. “It sort of makes mine and Jongin’s place look like a dump.” He was only half-joking.

Sehun seemed to think about it seriously. “Yeah, our place is nicer,” he agreed. “But I feel like it means more when you work for it yourself. One of these days, once we get a bit more established, we’re going to try and do things your way. It’s more satisfying that way.”

Jongin’s free arm came to wrap around his boyfriend’s shoulders, and he gave Kyungsoo a not-so-subtle I-told-you-so look.

“We brought you housewarming gifts,” Kyungsoo said, mostly to try and rid himself of his sudden blush. He held out his candle, carefully and artfully wrapped in bright, cheerful wrapping paper.

“Mine is better,” Jongin insisted, holding up the wrapped cup. He, unlike Kyungsoo, hadn’t spent much time wrapping his gift. It was sort of a mess, held together with scotch tape and string.

“Sehun and Luhan will decide which gift is better,” Kyungsoo said loftily, dumping his gift into Luhan’s arms.

Everyone watched eagerly as Luhan opened Kyungsoo’s neatly-wrapped gift. “Oh, a candle!” he said, sounding delighted. “We can always use more candles.” His smile faded away as he read the label. “Man Town?”

Sehun guffawed. “That’s not a real scent, is it? How is that a real scent?” He leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder to read the label. “Wait, what the does it smell like? Dirty socks and underwear? Body odor? What kind of smell is Man Town?”

Kyungsoo shrugged. “It smells a bit like a gym to me,” he said.

“Okay, well, thanks for the oh-so-masculine gift,” Luhan laughed, setting the candle on the table and balling up the wrapping paper.

“My turn,” Jongin said, and he shoved his gift at Sehun.

Sehun ripped the paper open haphazardly – there was really no other way to do it, what with Jongin’s shoddy attempts at wrapping – and looked at the cup. Then he gave Jongin a flat look. “Are you calling me a ?”

Jongin grinned. “Damn straight.”

“Wow, it’s really going to be hard to choose between man-stink and a female body part that we have absolutely no use for,” Luhan chuckled.

“We choose neither of these,” Sehun announced. “Yixing and Seoyun’s gift is a billion times better.”

Kyungsoo pouted. “What did they get you?”

“Body paint, edible , and new handcuffs,” Sehun beamed, while Luhan turned crimson and tried to suffocate himself with one of their new and expensive throw pillows.

“Okay,” Jongin gave in. “Their gift wins.”

Sehun gave his boyfriend an exaggerated wink. “What do you think, ge? Should we break them in right now?”

Seoyun rolled her eyes. “At least give us a chance to escape, you exhibitionist.”

Luckily, Sehun managed to hold off on using his new gifts, so the six of them sat around Sehun and Luhan’s new kitchen table and ate the dinner that Seoyun and Kyungsoo prepared together. After cleaning up the dishes and sharing a bottle of wine, the four guests gathered their belongings and prepared to leave the lovebirds to christen their new apartment with their housewarming gifts.

“Don’t worry,” Sehun deadpanned as he and Luhan walked their guests to the front door to say goodbye. “We’ll incorporate all your gifts into our escapades tonight.”

“I don’t even want to know what you will do with that mug,” Kyungsoo said with a shudder. “Keep that to yourself.”

“I don’t know,” Jongin laughed. “If you manage to incorporate that ually, I’d be pretty impressed. Let me know what you come up with.”

“We’ll send you pictures,” Sehun promised, dead serious.

“On that note, I think it’s time we head home,” Seoyun laughed, kissing first Luhan and then Sehun on the cheek. “See you boys soon.”

“I’m sort of sad that neither of us won the bet,” Kyungsoo said as he and Jongin walked home together, holding hands even though it was still quite cold at night and their hands were freezing. “I was sort of looking forward to ordering you around. Or being ordered around. You know. Both work for me.”

Jongin bumped his shoulder into Kyungsoo’s playfully. “Who says we have to have a bet to do that? You know I’m always willing to be your slave.”

Kyungsoo couldn’t help but grin, his eyes crinkling up into nothingness. “Oh really? Then you’ll give me a when we get home? Hm?”

“I don’t have to be your slave to give you a ,” Jongin laughed. “And we don’t have to be home, either. I’ll give you a right now.”

Kyungsoo panicked, glancing around to make sure nobody had heard. They lived in a fairly busy neighborhood, what with it being so close to the university, so there were lots of other people out on the streets. Luckily no one seemed to be paying much attention to them. “Don’t say things like that,” Kyungsoo admonished, his face turning bright red.

Jongin’s smirk grew more wicked as he pulled Kyungsoo closer. “Don’t you remember that time at the cultural festival back at Seonbi?” he whispered in his lover’s ear. “That was a thrill, right?”

Kyungsoo had to hide his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I defaced school property with my bodily fluids…”

Jongin laughed. “Come on. You can’t say you weren’t into it. If I remember correctly, you were begging me to you.” His grin widened. “I bet you’re hard already just from talking about it.”

Kyungsoo was, in fact, quite , his straining at the stiff material of his slacks. Jongin’s honeyed words could do that to him in a millisecond, after all. Instead of answering verbally to affirm his boyfriend’s suspicions, he shifted his weight in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the ache that was growing between his legs.

“That’s it,” Jongin said, grabbing Kyungsoo by the hand and pulling him into the closest building. Their neighborhood was mostly comprised of officetels, with housing on the top floors and businesses on the lower. Jongin dragged him into the stairwell and went down to the lower levels, almost to the parking garage.

“What are you doing?” Kyungsoo hissed, allowing himself to be dragged along. “There are people here! Someone will catch us!”

But Jongin didn’t answer, not even stopping until they were on level B2, which was the last one before the parking garage began. This floor housed a PC café on one end and a karaoke café on the other. The karaoke bar was closed indefinitely and so there weren’t any people on that end, so they made it into the bathroom before Jongin was shoving Kyungsoo up against the wall, devouring his mouth and fumbling with his belt buckle all at the same time.

All coherent thought flew away the second Jongin started touching him, so Kyungsoo didn’t protest as Jongin shoved his pants and underwear down just enough to free his throbbing . With one last hungry kiss to his boyfriend’s lips, Jongin knelt down and swallowed Kyungsoo. The elder let his head roll back against the tiled wall, eyes fluttering closed. He wasn’t an exhibitionist like Sehun or Luhan, but he had to admit that the added thrill of possibly getting caught added to the excitement.

It wasn’t long before he came, shooting his load down Jongin’s throat, chest heaving as he struggled to come down from his high. Jongin wiped his mouth and neatly tucked Kyungsoo away into his pants, doing up the belt calmly.

Then he pecked Kyungsoo on the lips. “How was that?” he asked smugly.

Kyungsoo wrinkled his nose in response; Jongin knew damn well that Kyungsoo loved getting s from him. “Let’s go home,” he said instead. Then he smirked. “I can think of a few more things I want to order my slave to do.”

Jongin bowed mockingly. “I live to serve, master.” 

Okay, so you didn't have to wait forever and a day for an update! Yay! 

So the candle and the mug are real things (google them if you don't believe me)

So, I've been keeping you guys pretty up-to-date on wedding stuff, so here's a picture of what my centerpieces are going to be:

There will be a handful of these on each table and I'm really excited about them :) 

(3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days until my wedding!)