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Sometimes we do-Papa Minho

Hello! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while; just the parts turned out to be longer than I thought. I have over 3,000 words and I'm not even to four yet! You'll understand when I publish it. But anyway, here's a random thing I've been thinking of for a bit. Hope you like!
-S

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Minho- Papa
Thomas- 7
Newt- 12
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Newt had a problem. But all people do. Some have problems with sugar, some have problems with alcohol or drugs, some even have problems with self harm. But Newt's problem was much worse than probably all of those combined. See, Newt had a habit of biting through his lip. Only his bottom lip, though.

Minho didn't know why the boy did it, for when the problem was brought up or when he was subjected to many questions after the fact, Newt would go mute until all questions and inquiries of any kind had stopped. Minho desperately wished his wife was still here because there was no problem when she was and Newt was as open to her as the pages of a book someone's reading. But with Minho, it was as if someone had shut the book and locked it away on the highest shelf. Hell, the blond wouldn't even tell his father how school was. He'd just shrug and go off to do homework. Minho didn't know what to do; was it him, was Newt depressed, or was it just one of the stages of growing up? Minho had almost given up asking why Newt bit through his lip; he was glad he always asked, though. It would pay off.

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"Papa?" Minho heard.

"Yes, Thomas?"

"Where are we going, Papa?" Thomas asked.

"We are going to a history museum," Minho answered.

"Oh. Okay."

-Time Skip-

The family was looking around at all the sculptures and paintings depicting different historical battles, people, and other things. Around an hour into their trip, Minho heard a soft whisper. In fact, it was so soft that he almost didn't hear it at all.

"Papa?" Minho looked to Thomas, but the boy seemed more interested in the puppies in the picture. The whisper came again.

"Papa?" This time, he looked to Newt, who was looking up at him with embarrassment in his big, brown eyes and pink tinting his pale cheeks.

"What is it, Newt?" Minho asked gently, trying not to scare off the boy. Newt looked around hesitantly, as if it were a secret message, or something. He then put his hands on Minho's shoulder and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his father's ear.

"I need the toilet," Newt told Minho, his blush growing quickly. He retreated from Minho's shoulder and twisted his foot back and forth on the carpet; gaze turned downward. He bit his lip, working his way through the softest spots.

"Do you know where it is?" Minho asked, not wanting the blond to get lost. Newt merely nodded.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Do you need me to go with you?" Minho asked tenderly. Newt shook his head.

"No," he mumbled, nearly inaudible. Minho watched him as he walked away, making sure he wouldn't get lost.

-Time Skip-

Around a half hour into their car ride home, Newt had chewed through his lip. He never chewed completely through it, just far enough to be able to feel his teeth from the other side.

"Papa, Newt chewed his lip again!" Thomas called to Minho. Minho looked back and saw the blood running from his older son's lip on either side, but he also saw Newt smiling. Actually smiling. As if he had just won a major award.

"Newt, why do you do it?" Minho asked as he was gathering supplies to clean Newt's wounds. Newt just shrugged as he sat on the edge of Minho's bathtub.

"Dunno," he simply said as Minho wet a Q-tip with hydrogen peroxide.

"Hold still," Minho instructed, bringing the Q-tip closer to Newt until he placed it on the cut. Newt hissed in pain and flinched back.

"Ow!" His hand flew to his mouth in attempts to stop the Q-tip from coming again.

"Newt, move your hand, please," Minho requested. The twelve year old shook his head.

"Mm-mm."

"Please, Newt? What if I give you a lolly?" Minho bargained. Newt shook his head, still covering the stinging wound with his hand.

"No." Minho sighed heavily.

"Newt, this is the last time I'm going to ask you. Move your hand, please," Minho instructed.

"NO!" Newt got up and sprinted out of Minho's bathroom, running to his own room and slamming the door. He propped a chair against the door to keep his father out. He sat on the floor and started to bawl into his hands.

"Newt?" Minho asked, knocking on the door. "Open up, please, buddy?"

"No," Newt sobbed. "You're gonna hurt me again."

"No, I'm not, Newt."

"Promise?" Newt's voice was shaky.

"Promise."

"Okay." The block was moved and the door opened, revealing Newt's tear stained face in its place. Newt opened the door wider and Minho pulled the boy in for a hug.

"I miss her," Newt whispered into Minho's shirt.

"Is that why?" Minho asked.

"A little, I guess," Newt answered.

"What's the bigger reason?" Newt looked up at his father and said one word.

"Pain."

Hey! Sorry it was short, I'll add a new bit to it. But I wanted to update this now because I haven't posted anything in, like, forever! So, hope you enjoyed; vote, comment, and follow!
-S