one shots // newtmas

He's My Tommy

This is so random and I came up with the idea on the bus ride home so idek.....Newtmas fluff(This takes place when Thomas is put in that room and is missing for like a month)

"Newt would you relax man, he's probably fine," Minho signed as he watched his friend pace around the room and pull lightly at his blonde hair.

"Probably isn't bloody good enough," Newt growled as he continued pacing.

Minho's face contorted in confusion as he got off the couch he was laying on and lightly placed a hand on Newt's back, "Newt, when was the last time you slept."

"Um...um," Newt stammered.

Concern laced Minho's face, "Newt go lay down."

"I will when I know Tommy's safe," Newt shrugged his friend off and continued pacing.

"Newt there's something more to this isn't there? I'm worried about him too but shuck you're going out of your mind."

"Tommy's my friend okay? I just don't wanna loose anyone else," Newt whispered.

Minho glanced behind Newt and saw all the other remaining gladers spread out all over the room, sleeping.

"I know how you feel about him," Minho whispered. Newt's face drained of all color.

"No."

"Newt it's okay, I'm not gonna tell him buddy," Minho pulled the shaking blonde boy into his chest.

Newt buried his face into his shirt and let out a sob as tears started running from his eyes.

Minho's expression softened as he lightly rubbed his hands down Newt's back.

"Hey now don't cry, Tommy's gonna be okay, he's a tough shank," Minho said gently.

That just made Newt cry harder and clench fistfuls of Minho's shirt in to his little fists.

"Come here little shank, we're gonna get some sleep," Minho said softly as he lifted Newt up by the back of his thighs and carried him over to the couch that he occupied moments before. Minho slowly laid down, gently holding Newt on top of him.

Newt adjusted himself so he was comfortable but still cried into Minho's shirt.

"Newt, he's okay, he's fine, he'll be back before you know it."

"I think I love him," Newt sniffled and rose up his head to look at Minho.

"I know, I know," Minho whispered as he rubbed Newt's arm.

"I love him so much but he doesn't love me Min," tears continued to run down his cheeks, they rolled down his chin and onto the other boy's shirt.

"Newt, close your eyes," Minho ordered, Newt obeyed as the buff boy gently guided Newt's head back down onto his chest, "sleep for Thomas, he'd want you to take care of yourself."

Newt was lightly snoring in a matter of minutes. Minho carefully started to wiggle out from under Newt, he picked him up and placed him down on the couch so he could sleep undisturbed.

"I miss you Tommy," Newt mumbled as he stirred in his sleep.

Minho's heart broke for his friend as he ruffled his hair and crossed the room, searching for an empty spot to sleep.

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"Can I see them now?" Thomas begged as he followed the Rat Man down a white corridor.

"Relax, that's where we're going now."

Thomas rolled his eyes and refused to talk the rest of the way.