Thominewt imagines

Let me love you-Minewt

TW: Self-harm, abuse, alcohol, vomiting

"Hey, Newt!" Minho called as he saw the blond haired boy close his locker. Minho rushed over and blocked Newt's way. He noticed the boy was wearing dark sunglasses that hid his eyes. There was a small cut on Newt's cheek, but Minho thought it was nothing; he got random cuts all the time.

"Minho," Newt whined. "I'm not in the mood today."

"Why not? What happened? Why the sunglasses?" Minho asked. Newt sighed heavily.

"Minho, move," he commanded. Minho shook his head.

"No, Newt. Not until you tell me," Minho answered stubbornly. The bell rang and Newt tried to push his way past Minho but Minho pushed him back into the lockers. Newt winced in pain, but it was so slight that Minho didn't even notice. Minho caught the boy by surprise and pulled off his sunglasses to reveal a black eye. It was a little swollen and a bit pink above it, but all in all, not too bad.

"Newt, what the hell happened?" Minho asked angrily. Newt looked away.

"Nothing, I just ran into a wall," he lied. Minho scoffed.

"That doesn't look like a wall could do that."

"It was the corner of the wall, alright?" Newt exclaimed.

"Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" Minho asked, not bothering to hide the concern in his voice.

"No, I'm fine. I'll live," Newt answered. "I just need to get to class. If I'm late again I'll get a detention and a call home."

"Don't worry about detention. I'm getting you to the nurses office," Minho stated.

"I'm not worried about detention, Minho. I'll be fine," Newt replied, pushing past the older boy and heading into class.

He slid into his seat and took out his notebook. And hard as he tried, he couldn't see what the teacher was writing, so he took out his glasses and slid them onto his face. The board got clearer and he started to write down the notes; pausing every now and then to readjust his glasses or switch his pencil to his other hand and stretch the first.

The bell rang and Newt put away his notebook and headed to his next class: history. He sat at the very back of the class and didn't even try to take notes because he didn't understand what the teacher was saying. He took off his glasses and shoved them into a pocket of his backpack before replacing his sunglasses on his face. He took out a piece of paper and began to doodle on it with his pen.

"Mr. Newton?" the teacher asked. "Did you hear me?"

"Um, no, sir. Sorry," Newt mumbled.

"Alright. Well, next time pay attention. I asked you what you know about Europe."

"Um, well, France is the leading producer of-" the teacher cut him off by putting up a hand.

"I meant during World War One," he said. Newt blushed as the class laughed.

"Right, sorry. Erm, weren't Britain, France teamed with Russia and later with America to form the...Allies, right? And Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Italy, who later dropped out, formed the Central Powers, right?" Newt stated.

"That's correct. Now do you know which countries didn't take sides?" the teacher tested.

"Um, Switzerland, Ireland, Sweden, Spain, Portugal, and a couple others I can't remember."

"Very good. Now..." the teacher moved away and Newt zoned out; going back to his drawing. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, Newt shoved the paper he was working on into his backpack and got up to leave.