Eyes wide, Zitao blinked down at the Christmas present he had just unwrapped in his lap. It was the new Gucci bag he had been fawning over for almost two months. "I-I... wh-what... Junmyeon, you didn't have to spend this much on me..." Junmyeon smiled lovingly at his precious fiancé as the younger fought back tears.

"You deserve the best, baby. Gifts are special when they truly mean something and are given to those who mean the world to you." Tears finally slipped past Zitao's best defenses as he threw his arms around his soon-to-be husband.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," he chanted over and over again into Junmyeon's shoulder. The older just continued smiling as he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in tight. When Zitao pulled away, he glanced down at the shining rock on his finger, "You spend so much on me, babe... All I have to say is I'm the luckiest man alive."

Junmyeon chuckled as he pulled Zitao into a chaste kiss, "No amount of money could ever compare to your worth to me. Nothing," he whispered against the younger's lips, "it's not you who's the luckiest man alive... it's me. I'd buy you the world if I could. But since I can't do that, I'll buy you what ever makes you happy, because you're the most beautiful when you smile. Of course," a small smirk graced his face, "you're most adorable when you cry from happiness." He winked.

The younger scoffed playfully and swatted his fiancé, "Oh stop it, you cheesy bastard." Zitao carefully set the bag off to the side and climbed into Junmyeon's lap, arms around his neck, "You know, I bet you're also doing it because you know you'll get laid." A smirk and a swift swat to the was his answer, and he wasted no time responding with a passionate kiss. Within seconds, Zitao was being carried away towards their bedroom, his new bag all but forgotten.