Where We Lay (newtmas au)

Chapter 4

[chapter 4] ; behind my eyelids are islands of violence
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Thomas dribbles the ball down the field, his heart beating with adrenaline. Someone from the opposing team, tall with goddamn great eyebrows, attempts to steal the ball from beneath his feet but to no avail. Thomas manages to go left and darts around the other player, passing the ball to a fellow teammate. Calum, the teammate he passed the ball to, sends the ball flying into the net, effectively ending the game 3-1.

Thomas shouts in joy with the rest of his university team as they gather in a group hug. "Celebratory dinner at Pizza Hut!" He hears James yell and everyone shouts back in agreement.

As Thomas looks around him, Minho hugging him from the side and some of his closest friends surrounding him and even though he is drenched to the bone in sweat, he wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

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Newt wakes up naked. He isn't quite sure how, though.

He looks around and, shit, definitely not his room. 'Smells bloody terrible,' thinks Newt as he takes in the view. Football posters cover the walls, dirty socks and plastic plates with unidentifiable food litter the floor. Newt inhales deeply but quickly regrets it , shuddering at the god awful odor and sits up in the bed, the sheets surprisingly soft around his bare bottom half.

He sees the shirt he was wearing last night at the foot of the bed but there doesn't seem to be anymore of his clothes in the room. The room seems to be familiar but he can't place how he might have been in here before. Newt stands, walking into the seemingly empty bathroom and wrapping a towel around his waist, like he would after a shower. He's hesitant to actually walk out of the room but the smell is invading his senses again and surely the rest of the house doesn't smell this bad. Hopefully.

Before he can even think about reaching for the door, the knob twists. Newt scrambles to find something to defend himself with, settling with a can of axe spray, god knows it's deadly, and hiding behind the opening door. Can raised, he prepares to see the stranger and start unleashing fuckboy hell.

Perfectly gelled hair and muscular biceps to go with it appear in his line of vision and Newt furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He lowers the spray, "Minho?"

"Holy shit!" Minho shrieks and turns to face Newt, doing a few vague karate hand motions towards Newt's general area. Newt snorts at this, slapping his roommates hands away. Minho's eyes are shut tightly, yelling, "T! Call the cops! Somebody killed Newt— " he opens his eyes and falters when he sees his sorta friend looking very amused, "Uh, nevermind!"

Teresa walks in anyways, only to find her boyfriend and a very cute, not to mention shirtless, blonde facing each other. "This must be Newt then? He doesn't look dead to me," She raises an eyebrow and steps towards Newt, reaching a hand out to shake.

Newt had known from the moment he met Minho he had already found his soulmate. Both of his eyes were a very warm brown, still are, and judging by the lovebite he had on his neck the first time they met, he already had the person he'd spend his life with. Newt had only seen Teresa once and it was a few weeks earlier, when Minho and her came by his work to get a couple coffees. He's gay as hell but there's no denying she's gorgeous. Long dark brown hair and sky blue eyes that Newt wishes he could've seen on Minho.

Newt smiles at her, taking her hand, "Pleasure. I'm obviously Newt and obviously not dead." Teresa giggles and grins back at Minho, "And you haven't introduced us before because..?" Minho chuckles and walks over to them, sliding his arms around her waist, "Well I was afraid he'd might steal you from me. With that smile? I'm surprised I'm not drooling," he winks at Newt and the couple laugh as his face flushes scarlet at the compliment.

Newt pushes past them and walks into the kitchen, finding the rest of his clothes strewn all over the place. "How'd I end up naked and in your bed anyways, Min?" he asks as he collects his left sock from underneath the coffee. Teresa and Minho share a look. "You got pissed drunk last night. Damn nearly drank all the liquor in the house. Guess you got hot and thought my room was yours."

Newt shrugs as he retrieves his balled up sock out of a mug on the table, "Not the first time it's happened."

Minho and Teresa share another look. Teresa helps Newt gather his clothes for a couple minutes before Minho is clearing his throat to get their attention. "So, uh, Newt, we haven't exactly hung out together outside of the house and I have a game coming up and T and I were wondering if you wanted to come see me play? We're grabbing dinner after also." Teresa speaks up,"Please please please come, " she begs with puppy eyes," it's always so boring being alone in the stands. I just watch Minho and Thomas play and I have no one to talk to or make fun of them with!"

Newt has never met the Thomas she is talking about but his stomach drops at the mention of his name and a shiver passes through him. He shakes the feeling off and laughs at her pleading, "I'll go, as long as you promise sweaty hot guys for me to look at."

Minho frowns, "I thought- nevermind." Newt cocks an eyebrow at the raven haired boy. "I thought you were dating that Brenda chick," Minho says sheepishly. Newt laughs and says,"No, she's just my friend and co-worker." Teresa laughs as well and says wistfully, "Knew it was too good to be true. It's always the good looking ones that are gay." Minho looks affronted at this and they laugh again. She walks back over to her soulmate and ruffles his quiff," You know I'm joking, babe."

Newt and Teresa burst out laughing as Minho swats her hands away and frantically tries to fix his hair back to the way it was. And if Newt gets the weird feeling again when Teresa starts bragging about her twin brother, then it's nobody's business but his.

A/N about the 'football' thing, since it was in Newt's pov and he is quite british, football is translated to soccer

didn't know if i had to make that clear but i did anyways