You Make My Heart Run In Circles (Thomas x Minho, Newt x Gally)

Obsession (Thomas x Minho)

A/N: Okay, okay, it isn't a oneshot, it's actually pretty long but I saw a 2doc story called Stalker, thought it was super cute, and I wanted to make one similar to it with Thominho (and maybe I'll make a Nally version!).

Thomas had arrived in the Glade only a few days ago and was still getting used to everything. One rather odd thing he had noticed was how a tall, muscular Asian boy known as Minho kept staring at him.

Why do I always getting butterflies when he looks at me? Why is he so shucking handsome? Thomas wondered while he ate his food. Minho mainly sat and ate alone yet he hadn't stopped looking at Thomas. The brunette boy could feel his cheeks heat up and Minho seemed to almost be amused at his furious blushing. Embarrassed, Thomas tore his gaze away and could hear Minho lightly chuckling.

The strangest thing is that it wasn't always Thomas's eyes that he would stare into. Sometimes, he'd catch him staring at his lips or looking down his body. Thomas wasn't say he was crazy about it but he most definitely didn't hate it.

"You okay, Tommy?" Newt asked smugly. He always seemed to know things; who liked who, who hated who, and who was just a general jackass.

Earlier that day, Thomas had talked to Newt about his... issue.

Flashback

"Hey Newt?" Thomas asked, wiping sweat from his brow as he worked with Newt.

"Yeah Tommy?" Newt responded, not bothering to even look up.

"Does... does Minho always stare at people?" Thomas wondered, unsure how to really ask his question without spilling a ton of information.

Newt looked up at Thomas to see if he was being serious. Then he legitimately thought about Thomas' question. Minho had been getting more distracted once Thomas arrived. And he would mysteriously disappear sometimes, mainly reappearing when Thomas went to talk with Newt.

Suddenly, Newt burst into a fit of laughter, utterly amused at the newfound clarity and truth of Thomas' predicament.

"Head runner... noticed ya... Thominho... GAY!" were the only words Thomas could understand through Newt's unintelligible wheezing.

Flashback over

Thomas still didn't fully understand what Newt was saying, partially because his accent made everything sound different. All he knew was that Minho was acting weird, Newt was in on it, and he apparently had some sort of crush on Minho.

"You are just loving this, aren't you?" Thomas said saltily, causing Newt to laugh again.

"What's going on guys? Why can't I know?" Chuck whined.

"When you're old 'nough, Chucky," Newt assured him.

Meanwhile, Minho was practicing his secret skill; art. Right now, as Thomas sat about 15 ft away from him, he had a respectable and surprisingly realistic sketch of a blushing Thomas. It was easy to get him to blush- all Minho had to do was stare him down for more then five seconds, then he turns into a blushing mess.

Time skip to evening

Thomas was just about to get into his hammock when he noticed something; a familiar looking tank top laying on his hammock. It looked liked Minho's soft, cotton black tank top except it was torn and had holes. The box was near Thomas's hammock, he must have meant to put it in there to be disposed of. But why had he stopped at his hammock? And how did he forget it?

Thomas shrugged and decided it might be a good excuse to introduce himself to Minho. He picked up the tank top but immediately changed his mind. It was so soft and it smelled woodsy. Minho probably meant to throw it away... he wouldn't miss it... right? Thomas held it up to himself, the tank top looked oversized compared to him.

Screw it he thought. I'm keeping it!

Minho's POV:

I nervously paced back and forth, beating myself up for my mistake. How could I be so stupid to leave it there on accident! I meant to put the tank top in the box to be disposed, then I stopped at Thomas' hammock to make sure he was okay, then I forgot all about it! I'm such a shuckin' slinthead, he'll know immediately I was there!

Maybe he hasn't gone to bed yet! Maybe he hasn't even seen it and I can go retrieve it! I eagerly thought.

Quickly and quietly, I sprinted to his hammock. Most of the other Gladers were at the bonfire, I had a chance at making this work!

I slowed when I saw a human-shaped lump in the hammock. Just to check, I tip-toed over to them. To my surprise, I saw a curled up Thomas, clutching my shirt. I smiled widely and blushed. Gently, I leaned down and kissed the side of his cheek. I could've sworn I saw him blush and smile but it was too dark to know for sure. I adjusted his blanket, making sure it fully covered him, then I left.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I will be continuing this, This most likely won't be the first mini story in this book.