The only noise in the dark hotel room was that of the microwave signaling the soup was ready, and Danny’s coughs in the bedroom.
Arin sighed and stared out the window as he waited for the soup to cool. He reached for his pocket and felt the velvet box; his heart plummeted.
Tonight was supposed to be perfect. Dan and Arin were going to go out on the town on Christmas eve, eat at a fancy restaurant, and they would go walking, where Arin planned to get on one knee and propose then and there. It would’ve been an amazing night, but-
Another cough cut the string that was silence in the room.
Dan was sick. Really sick. Arin had to wake him up and when he did, he could barely form words. His face was pale and his bags were more present than ever, making Arin frown and sit up next to him, feeling his forehead.
Arin snapped out of his thoughts as the spoon clinked against the bowl, and he picked it up, making his way to the bedroom.
He smiled when he saw his boyfriend in the bed, struggling to fall asleep. Adorable, he thought. Arin would’ve let him rest more, but he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday evening. He gently shook Dan’s shoulder, and leaned doen to press a kiss to his hot forehead.
Dan cracked one eye open and coughed again. He brought the comforter up to his face and nuzzled into it, trying to wake himself up.
“This fucking sucks, dude,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. I ruined our night out.”
“Hey, it’s okay. We still have one more day to go out and explore.”
“Yeah, but you had to cancel dinner reservations and-” a cough, “and that cost a lot, and I had to get-”
Arin’s face was stern, yet soft, and he reached a hand to pull the covers back.
“I canceled the reservation, full refund. And hey, the only important thing that matters is you and your well-being right now. Drink your soup.”
Dan started sipping out of the bowl and he giggled as his gaze fixed on the small stack of presents they had brought along. “We can still do presents tonight, right?”
“Uh, yeah dude! Are you fucking kidding me? We gotta wait until midnight, though. It’s tradition.” Arin winked at Dan and got up from the bed.
An idea struck his head.
“I…I’m going to the pharmacy, see if it’s open. They should, because they’re always open on holidays. Anyway, uh, I’ll be back. Just going to get you some medicine.”
“You didn’t forget to get me anything, did you?” He heard Dan hoarsly call.
“No, babe!” He locked the door once he was out in the hall.
Arin nervously dumped the pile of tape and wrapping paper on the counter, reaching back into his pocket and fiddling with the velvet box once again.
Of course, he made sure he brought it. Didn’t want Dan stumbling into by accident.
“Last minute wrapping?” The lady at the counter smiled.
“Y-yeah, just forgot about a present,” Arin chuckled.
“Well, we all do!” She laughed as she started scanning. Once they exchanged goodbyes and Arin had his bags, he rushed to the car and checked the time; it just turned 8:30. He had plenty of time, so why was he nervous?
Oh, yeah. He was proposing to the love of his life. He was allowed to be nervous.
Dan wouldn’t refuse, of course. They had been dating for almost three years, living with each other and still doing the show on a daily basis. They were practically married. Still, there was still a sliver of doubt that was in Arin’s mind. The fact that Dan was his, straight as fuck Dan, terrified him. What if he suddenly realized that he didn’t want all of this?
It was stupid, and Arin knew that himself. Of course Dan wouldn’t suddenly break up with Arin after years of being together.
He shook his head rid of the negative thoughts as he took out the box and opened it, making sure the ring was fastened into place. He started to double wrap it, his goal to confuse Dan on what the gift was.
Dan laughed, despite his sore throat, as he pulled out a rubber squeaking unicorn toy from a box. He flinged it at Arin, who sat across from him, making the other laugh back.
Dan balanced on the balls of his feet, and he pointed to another box behind his boyfriend.
“Forgot one,” he said. “Is that for me?”
Time felt like it stopped, and Arin struggled to nod. He reached behind himself until he felt his hand touch the box. He slowly outstretched his hand, the medium-sized box feeling empty inside.
Dan took it and eyed him curiously, then began unwrapping. He stopped after what seemed like the eightieth layer of wrapping paper, the box now the regular size again.
“Arin…” he whispered, afraid. Was it…?
“Don’t fuck with me, man,” Dan continued, feeling tears prick at his eyes. He saw the velvet lining of the box and struggled to go on.
Arin covered his face with his hands as Dan opened the box and gasped.
“Will you marry me?”
It became very silent, and Arin looked in between his fingers to see Dan hunched over, shaking and crying, clutching the box tightly.
“Dan?” Arin crawled to Dan’s side, not wanting to touch him. Was it okay? Was it too soon? What of Dan didn’t even want to get-
“Fuck, Arin, of course. Fuck,” Dan was giggling in between sobs, leaning into Arin’s touch. He held out his hand and nuzzled into Arin’s neck as he slid the ring onto his finger.
“I love you, Arin. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Danny. Merry Christmas.”