Falling

six

A/N
Hi guys!
idk if anyone cares to read this but i just wanna apologise for the thing in the last chapter. I was absolutely hammered when i wrote it (thanks E for editing).
Just to clarify, Minho and Thomas wont ever date or like each other in that way here, it was an impulsive decision which might come in handy later in the plot.
Yes, i do keep adding TeenWolf characters. There isn't gonna be any TeenWolf plot line or spoilers in here (unless you know what you're looking for) and i might add more characters who knows, but for now i just needed a Scott/Thomas friendship.

Also sorry for the late update haha i updated on Ao3 and completely forgot i needed to do here as well💀

"Wake the shuck up guys," Brenda yanked the duvet off of Minho and Thomas.

The two boys were curled up in bed, their legs tangles together and the room smelled like sex. Minho groaned and flinched away from the cold air.

"And put some clothes on, I don't want to see your junk!"

Slowly Minho opened his eyes and blinked, adjusting to the bright morning light. He let out a loud noise of annoyance and rolled over, burying his face in a pillow.

"S'too bright. Feel like hell," he grumbled, his voice muffled.

"Well duh," Brenda whacked Thomas with a shirt off the floor "I don't know how much you two had to drink last night but..." her eyes scanned over their naked forms "I'm going to hazard a guess it was quite a lot"

Minho sat up slowly with many noises of complaint and opened his eyes.
"Brenda where the shuck are my clothes? What on earth happened?"

Brenda hurried around the room, picking up items of clothing and a top from outside the door and threw them all onto the bed.

"I would ask you the same question, but I'm not sure I want to know the answer. Put some clothes on and wake him up, then come downstairs and help me clear up."

Minho groaned "Fine, but can you bring me some paracetamol?"

"No, get it yourself once you're up. There's coffee downstairs." Brenda left the room and went to wake Teresa.

Minho pulled on his underwear and then nudged Thomas with his foot. Thomas rolled over and fell off the bed, unphased.

"Thomas!" Minho huffed "shucking wake up!"

The boy in question groaned loudly "What?"

"First off, the girls need help cleaning up, secondly I think we fucked last night-"

Thomas sat up so violently that he nearly banged his head on the bedside table.
"You what?"

Minho shrugged and looked for his jeans.
"I dunno mate, but we've both woken up with no clothes on and Bren says the room smells of sex,"

Looking down, confirmes that Minho was right and Thomas was, in fact, naked. He crawled across the floor to grab his boxers.

"My head hurts like a bitch!" Thomad complained, and Minho laughed.
"That's a hangover for you."
"I'm never drinking a drop ever again!"

"Don't worry Thomas, you'll recover." Minho clapped him on the shoulder with a grin "You don't remember anything?"

Thomas thought for a second before shaking his head "I remember talking outside... I remember you told me about... Sonya? After that not much really."

Minho made a face "I told you about Sonya?"
"Yeah. You told me about some... shower incident?" Thomas scrunched his eyebrows trying to remember "You- you said about how you love her and never got to tell her."