Thominewt imagines

One of those days- Thomas

I originally found a birthday imagine on the internet and wanted to do it. But it didn't go as planned and now we have this one! Anyway, this whole book is dedicated to emma_and_orlando for her Thominewt story! Seriously, check it out! It's aMAZEing! Haha!

Minho woke up, cuddled next to his boyfriend, Newt. He sighed happily and reached over Newt to his other boyfriend, Thomas, pulling him closer. Thomas moaned and snuggled into Newt, making Newt groan and squirm in the bed. Minho kissed Newt's hair and rubbed Thomas's chest.

"Morning, babes. Time to wake up," he whispered softly. He felt Thomas shift and Newt squirm again. Newt pulled apart his eyelids and looked at Minho, tiredness filling his chocolate brown eyes.

"Morning, Min. What time is it?" Newt asked groggily. Minho laughed and kissed Newt behind his earlobe.

"It's 6:45, don't worry," Minho whispered. Newt shot up into a sitting positing.

"Oh, klunk!" he shouted. "I have so much to do! I-I have to wake up Tommy, get breakfast ready, get lunch ready, oh, and work! Shuck, I have to get to work!" Minho put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Hey, babe, it'll be alright. I'll wake Thomas and get breakfast ready. You go shower, alright?" Minho said.

"Thanks, Min. I love you," Newt said, pecking Minho's lips. Newt went to go shower and Minho rolled over to Thomas.

"Thomas, baby. Wake up. You gotta get ready for school, babe; get up," Minho whispered, shaking the boy lightly. Thomas moaned and rolled onto his side, his back facing Minho and Minho instantly knew: it was going to be one of those days.

See, Newt had those days when he was super sad, but Thomas had days when he just...he wasn't himself. It started with him not wanting to get out of bed, then he'd complain about his stomach and his head hurting. He wouldn't be able to eat because of what he called "a churning stomach". He'd complain that if he ate anything, he'd throw up. And to top it all off, he wouldn't get any sleep in the night. He would toss and turn and have nightmares and panic attacks. That's what scared Minho the most(the nights), but he stayed strong for Thomas.

They had taken Thomas to the doctor, but unfortunately, the days were so inconsistent that the doctor was unable to treat it, much less diagnose it. He had said when those days came to just take him out of school and make him as comfortable as possible. They'd also take him out of school the next day to let him rest because he'd never get any sleep due to his nightmares and panic attacks.

Minho went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast: bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Newt came out soon after Minho poured the last of the batter on the pan.

"Hey," he said. "Hungry?"

"Famished. Where's Tommy?" Newt responded.

"Sleeping. It's one of those days," Minho told him. Newt nodded understandingly, starting on his breakfast.

"Since Thomas isn't going to school, would you like me to make your lunch?" Minho asked through a mouthful of pancakes. Newt nodded.

"That'd be great, love. I'm gonna call Tommy's school to tell them he won't be in today."

"Cool. And a turkey and ham on rye no crust?"

"Yeah, thanks, love." Newt pecked Minho's cheek. He picked up the phone and dialed the school.

*phone conversation*

(N= Newt
P= principal)

N- Hello. Is this Principal Whitmore?