I fear the bonus chapters are coming to an end soon. I don't have much else I want to do, minus my ending chapter. So if you have any final requests, this is where to leave them. Otherwise the next one will probably be the last one.

When in doubt...delete everything. And have it be just my favorite boys.

Current jams: Verivery's G.B.T.B and Stray Kids' Easy

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Junmyeon's POV

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"Baby." I glanced up to a sing song voice, only for Yixing to peck my lips oh so gently. He chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. I just shook my head, but closed the lid of the laptop and dutifully followed behind him down to the main dining hall. Now that I had stopped to think about it, I felt starved. "Glad to see you're easier to get," he lightly joked, settling himself somewhere in the middle of the table. I took a seat beside him, wanting to be near him.

"What's the meaning of this anyway?" I finally asked, watching as Wonsik ran around us, preparing our small section of table. Yixing watched as well, following along with his eyes and frowning thoughtfully. "Xing?" I snapped my fingers under his nose, and it pulled him from his thoughts. His gaze landed on me. "What's going on?" I questioned.

"Nothing," he hummed, his eyes disappearing as he smiled at me. "Just wanted to have dinner with my baby." As with every corny line he directed my way, I could feel my insides warming. He was too sweet to me sometimes. And it was a very nice set up tonight, with a small, fancy tablecloth covering our tiny portion of table. He'd lit a couple candles. Brought out the fancy wine glasses. "Wonsik cooks the best," he continued, picking his glass up and swirling the red liquid inside around. "Kyungsoo and Wonsik both I mean." He took a sip, smacking his lips together appreciatively.

"What are you planning?" I tried again. But all Yixing did was smile softly, lean over, and kiss me. He tasted of red wine and strawberries and Yixing. "Though seriously you never plan stuff like this. Especially on a Thursday." That much was true. Between the two of us, I was more prone to showing affection this way. Yixing was more the "let's watch the sunset together with your head on my shoulder" kind of guy. Not that I disliked that about him at all. It just felt strange to have him plan out something like this.

"Can't I want to do something nice for you?" he asked, lips drooping into a pout. "You always do sweet things for me like this. Why can't I just want to return the favor?" Aww man. He couldn't do things like that to me. I was weak. Finally I just smiled, reaching out and capturing his fingers in mine, resting them on the table between us.

"Thank you," I said, watching as he positively beamed at the praise. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?" He shook his head, raising his glass to his lips and taking a long draft. I studied him, pillowing my chin in my palms as Wonsik and Kyungsoo danced around us, setting the table. Not that he didn't always look good, because he did, but it was moments like this in which I loved him best. A random Thursday dinner dressed only semi casually, longish hair glowing under the florescent lights. My boyfriend was truly a gift, and as long as the fates allowed me, I would spend every waking moment treasuring that.

We ate in realtive silence, the only sounds coming from our forks scraping the plates and a video playing lowly from Yixing's phone. Our lives were hectic sometimes, so days like this were becoming few and far between. But I loved it when we did it. It made it special. It made me feel loved. It reminded me why I loved this man so much in the first place. All those big, grandiose moments certainly were nice. But my favorite were these quiet, little ones, where the whole world seemed to fade away and it was just the two of us, so lost in love it sometimes felt like I was drunk on it.

"Thank you for dinner Xing," I said as we sat back, completely full. "I still don't get what this is for though." Yixing laughed, polishing off the last of his wine and reaching out, booping my nose. I went cross eyed watching him, and qt that he howled. "You sure are something tonight," I said with a shake of my head.

"But you love me," he singed, and well, I couldn't argue with logic like that. I just sighed. But soon it turned into a yelp as he hauled me unexpectedly to my feet. "I'm tired," he declared. "Come and cuddle with me."

"I have work to do Xing," I tried to argue.  Though I knew it would be in vain. I was a sucker for him, plain and simple. Besides, cuddling in bed sounded a lot better than sitting at my desk. So up the stairs we went, right up to our shared room. Yixing shimmied out of his slacks and polo into pajamas. I went to the attached bathroom to brush my teeth. "You're lucky I love you," I sassed as I crawled into bed. He pulled me close, parting my hair and kissing my forehead.

"I really am," he said, leaving me to grow soft and emotional all over again. "Seriously Jun I'm the luckiest guy. You could have anyone you wanted in life. But out of the seven billion people on the planet, you decided I was worthy of your love. I'm so, so lucky. Whoever ended up on the receiving end of your love was lucky. I'm just so happy it was me."

"Of course," I assured, burying my face in his chest to hide my red cheeks. "I didn't want anyone else but you. I'm just as lucky as you are." I yawned, feeling his fingers gliding through my hair. "Goodnight Xing," I whispered. "I love you. I always have..."

"And always will." And that was the last thing I heard before I was out.

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"Junnie." I groaned, rolling onto my side and pulling the blanket over my head. "Hey, none of that," Yixing said, yanking the blanket off me. I opened my eyes just enough to glare at him.

"Evil," I replied, but at his dimpled grin my mild annoyance dissipated. "Xing, it is way too early for this," I complained, scrubbing my face with my palms. He removed my hands and straddled me. "Too early for this too," I added, arching an eyebrow. He just rolled his eyes and left a trail of kisses down my cheek and neck. "Seriously Xing what's up?" I asked, stifling a yawn. "You've been acting strangely for the past couple of days."

"Nothing," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. Though he was anything but. "Oh, by the way," he continued, plopping something onto my chest. I lifted my head to see what it was. "I picked out your outfit for the morning." He finally slid off the bed. "Be down in the dining hall in half an hour." And with that he bolted, leaving mr more than a little confused. I studied the outfit for a second. Blue jeans, simple enough. And my special shirt. The one he gave me for Christmas that I'd only worn a couple of times. I mentally shrugged, finally rising and heading to the bathroom to shower. I scrubbed up quickly, burning with curiosity. I dressed in the outfit he picked, combing my hair neatly to the side.

"Oh?" I inquired when I opened the door to my room and saw a trail of rose petals down the stairs. I clicked my head to the side, following dutifully, still not entirely sure what was going on. Down to the first floor. Past the dining room to the ball room. I paused in front of the double doors, wondering what lied beyond. I took a deep breath and swung the door open.

"Hello sire." Disappointment gnawed at my belly as only Heechan greeted me. I did my best to hide though. I approached him slowly. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I cast my eyes around. Everything seemed so...ordinary. Several dozen tables and chairs in rows. A huge open space for the dance floor. Nothing special. I sighed. Maybe he forgot after all.

"It was fine Heechan," I responded at last, realizing I'd let the silence stretch on for a lot longer than it should have. "I'm sorry," I immediately apologized. "I just... It's just..." I trailed off, not wanting to sound either selfish or whiny.

"Happy Birthday sire," Heechan said instead. He pulled a card from behind his back. "And this isn't the final stop. I'm just the distraction. Why don't you go back to the dining room." I took the card from him, probably looking very confused, because he gently shoved me towards the door. "Go on," he urged. "Someone wanted to see you." I finally moved off towards the dining hall again, feeling all sorts of conflicting emotions. Did Yixing forget what today was? Maybe. Not that it mattered much. But... I didn't know. It was the first time we were a couple for my birthday. I supposed I was just hoping it would be...more special.

"Oh." I stopped dead in my tracks as the door to the dining room opened. I laughed, swiping at my cheeks as happy tears formed and fell. Purple streamers everywhere. Wrapped around the huge table. Hanging from the ceiling like stalactites. Enough helium balloons to fill a carnival. And at the head of a table, standing with an ornate cake, was Yixing, a party hat on his head. As I approached him, he reached out and gently put one on me.

"Happy birthday baby," he practically whispered. I let out a shaky breath. "I know you don't always like big or flashy. But I still wanted to do something special for you." He hooked his arms around my waist and pulled me close. We swayed gently to music only he could hear. "Starting last night with our special dinner. You mean the world to be Junnie. You deserve to be spoiled. Not just today but everyday."

"I briefly thought you forgot," I admitted quietly. "Not that it mattered much in the long run. But like..." I trailed off for a second time, not sure where I was going with the thought.

"Forget my baby's birthday?" he gasped. "Never. I've been planning this for weeks. I got the best baker in Seoul to make your cake. Enlisted Baekhyjn's mom to help with the rose petal trail. Had Heechan running in bouquets of balloons all night." I just shook my head. I shouldn't have doubted him. "I almost forgot the best part," he said. "Turn around and close your eyes." I did as he asked, feeling something wrap around my neck. "Okay, open," he instructed. I did so, immediately looking down.

"Oh." Once again I was rendered speechless as my fingers danced along a delicate silver chain. A white gold locket shaped like a heart. The chain was long enough I could pull it out a bit and study it.

My forever and beyond.

"Oh Xing," I said, slamming into him. "Thank you. Thank you so much. For all of this. For everything. I love you so much."

"I love you too Junnie," he murmured, holding onto me like I'd fly away if he let go. "I love you forever and ever. And beyond. In this life, in the next and the next, I promise you this; I'll always love you." We stood silent after that, still seayimg gently, though now I swore I heard the music too. "Come on," he suddenly, softly urged. "Let's have some cake for breakfast." He led me to our little end of the table we favored, slicing the cake into slivers, revealing a strawberry cake under the white and black icing. We sat together and ate.

My birthday had never meant much to me before my eighteenth. It was always just mother, father, and I. And Heechan and my teachers of course. We threw many parties. Large scale events where most of the country got invited. I was always showered with attention and elaborate gifts. But it all never mattered much to me. It always seemed like they were doing it out of duty. Make the prince happy and the kind won't behead me.

But Yixing made it personal. Special. A gift well thought out and a dining room decorated for just the two of us. My favorite cake. Little details that everyone always overlooked but when he got ahold of them, they seemed like the most important things in the world. He knew me inside and out, and he didn't always say it outright, but I could feel the love for me.

Later on in the day I finally remembered I hadn't opened my card. So I laid in bed and tore open the envelope, studying the very basically front. Just a simple happy birthday on the cover. I opened it at last, the message leaving me warm and fuzzy.

Happy birthday to the most loving, most wonderful man I've ever gotten to meet. You make the days so much brighter. You make me feel things I probably shouldn't. But I'm so, so happy that we get to spend these moments together. I love you so much baby. I always have. And I always will.

This. This was by far the best birthday ever. Hands down.

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Fluffy. Cute. Sorry I disappeared into the abyss for awhile there. Hope it turned out okay!