Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

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Set after the Death Cure au
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She blissfully looked over at her home, watching Brenda and Frypan do some weird, drunken dance as the others sat on the ground, watching them with amusement. They were free. Teresa giggled quietly, shaking her head at their intoxicated behaviour whilst she sat next to the boy who was struggling to find his words.

Thomas let out a perplexed sigh, feeling hesitant as he glanced at the silent girl who had saved him earlier. He turned in her direction, her shoulders brushing against his ever so slightly and decided to just bite the bullet.

"Whenever I'm with you, I get all these feelings rushing through me. Like I want you to be mine. Even when we were separated, I pushed them down and now they're resurfacing just like before. Do you... you get those feelings or do I just sound like a total messed up person, Teresa?" He asked, nervously as he stared at the bonfire in front of them.

Teresa glanced at him, a small smile growing on her face as his words echoed into her head. She lightly began caressing his bicep and his gaze followed her finger as she drew circles along the blue, worn material of his henley shirt before slowly wandering down the tanned, exposed skin of his arm.

"You don't sound like a messed up person, Tom. I know exactly how you feel...." She responded, softly as she fondly smiled at him. Their eyes locked in that moment and their hands unknowingly touched against the ground.

"You do? Who's the lucky guy, then?" Thomas muttered, moving closer to her as he held his breath.
The orange glow of the fire shone against her face, making her look beautiful. He watched her pause at his words as her dark raven hair brushed against his arm, the sounds of their friends surrounding them.

"Promise you won't tell?" Teresa whispered, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched his brown eyes darkened and glance down to her pink lips.
"Promise." He muttered, tongue darting out slightly to wet his lips and leant further into her.

No more words were needed. Their faces were shifting closer and closer, unspoken feelings in the air until their lips were few inches apart. Dying to touch and savour each other.

"Minho." She suddenly whispered, a smirk on her face as a giggle escaped her mouth at his adorable frown. He let out a groan under his breath, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"You suck." He responded with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly at her joke. "I hate you."
Teresa sighed in mock hurt, her hand clutching her chest playfully as Thomas stared at her. "You don't hate me, Tom."

He gently tucked a loose strand of her dark raven hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek, a faint grin ghosting his face for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
"No, I guess I don't."

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)