“What did I tell you?” Seokmin whispers from where he’s bent down on one knee. His smile is sparkling. Seokmin is getting his pants terribly dirty, and Minghao will have to be the one who attacks it with bleach to make sure it’s blemish-free, because Seokmin doesn’t care about those things, because he has a Minghao who will care about those things on his behalf.

yes ye s yes exactly!!! oh they are so lovely and warm and loving, i just adore how you write them!!