Newtmas Oneshots

Mustache didn't stand a chance!

"Maybe if you pay him, he'll forget that he was even mad at you."

Thomas petted the little grey kitten, which was laying on his lap, sleeping peacefully. He looked at Minho and sighed not even feeling angry anymore. He was done with his friend's 'help' or whatever the Asian called it.

Teresa elbowed Minho. She narrowed her eyes filled with clear disappointment and a bit of annoyance because of his broken humor.

"Auch!! Oh come on! You guys are so boring." he rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

"Guys, i called you two to get some help here." Thomas looked between the two of his friends.

Teresa shook her head and leaned forward on the table. She was sitting across from Thomas, with Minho on her left. "Sorry-" she apologized but Minho cut her.

"Ugh- stop apologizing. Thomas you got yourself in this. now the important question." Minho looks at his friend with narrowed eyes which were scanning Thomas' face. "what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?"

Teresa snorts and then looks at Thomas with the identical focus and serious look as Minho. "Can I choose the song?"

"You guys can't be serious-"

Minho lifts his eyebrows and crosses his arms. "oh, we are deadly serious. Should I also invite Gally? I mean he was excitedly waiting for that occasion for years."

Thomas rolls his eyes. "Guys, I need some emotional support here! Newt is gonna kill me!"

Teresa smiles: "want an advice? hide the kitchen knives. here, problem solved."

Minho then looks at her and wraps his arm around her. "hey don't waste your pretty voice giving him advice. We are already organizing his funeral." his eyes landed on Thomas once again. The Asian lifted his hands in false defense. "do you even realize how much money does that cost? Do you even realize how broke I am?!"

Teresa notices Thomas was begging her for help with his eyes but she just shrugged.

"Don't look at me. I'm also not rich."

The cat on his lap suddenly purred a little and woke up, looking at the surroundings with big golden sleepy eyes.

Teresa's gorgeous blue eyes sparkled. "Awh, but I'd definitely buy you, little one. Look how adorable you are... Ugh, I just wanna squeeze you!" She says to the kitten with that pitch childish voice she saved just for animals.

The Asian smirks. "Would I get a squeeze from you if I'd be a cat?"

"You can't be a cat. You are more of a shucking pig, Minho" she replies, not giving him even a slight glance.

Minho then remains quiet for some seconds. "... a sexy pig, you mean? I mean c'mon look at those muscles and tell me they aren't hot! I dare you!" He teases.

They looked at each other for a while. Teresa was scanning Minho's biceps for a little longer than expected. She then looked away with annoyance, knowing he had a point. "Fine, you can be a bacon."

Then she announced, that she needed another cup of coffee and walked away to the counter.

Minho then chuckled. "I think she likes me."

Thomas wanted to spill his hot chocolate on Minho's brand new white T-shirt. But instead he said: "Yep, truly admiring your flirting skills. Now can we please talk about my problem?"

His friend groans, dragging a bit of attention in the cafe but he stopped when Thomas kicked him under the table.

"Thomas, what is there to talk about? You spend 700 dollars for a shucking cat. You live with Newt, and you know damn well he hates cats. He's gonna kill you and, of course, sell the cat because he's not a heartless person who'd kill an animal." Minho says, sounding casual and not bothered at all. Why would he be? That wasn't his problem, just Thomas'.