one shots // newtmas

Hes Doing It Again

This one isn't gonna be happy. Sorry

"He's doing it again," Brenda hissed in Minhos ear as she watched Thomas take off, away from the start of their village and down the cliff edge.

"You think I know something?" Minho shrugged,"that shank, that shank isn't Thomas."

Brenda rolled her eyes,"of course it's Thomas."

"Physically but mentally something is up. I mean yeah he should be upset but it's been a year Brenda."

"Talk to him," she glanced over at the small figure of Thomas sitting of the cliffs edge.

"Me?"

"You're his best friend!"

"Okay," Minho sighed and started jogging to his friend.

Once he reached him he quietly sat down on the grass next to him.

"Hey shank," Minho lightly nudged his shoulder.

Thomas gave him a sideways smile but didn't take his eyes  off the clearing.

"Thomas, you gotta tell me what's going on. You do this at least four times a week. What's wrong?" Minho asked gently.

"I can't tell you," Thomas said so quietly, Minho barely heard him.

"Thomas, I'm your BEST friend. You can tell me anything," Minho paused for a moment,"this is about her isn't it? Teresa?"

Thomas quickly shook his head then closed his eyes for a few moments as tears slipped past his eye lids.

Minho frowned, his heart broke to see his friend like this.

"Buddy, I'm not gonna judge you."

Thomas turned to face him, "you will, Minho, you will. I can't loose you too."

Thomas wiped at his eyes but the tears were falling to fast for it to make much of a difference.

"You're not gonna loose me!" Minho shook his head, "believe it or not Thomas but I care about you, I need you. You're the only thing I got left."

Thomas stared at Minho with swollen red eyes, his lip quivered as he took a deep breath,"it's Newt."

Minhos face instantly fell, pain flashed across his face, "I miss him too."

"You don't get it. I loved him."

Shock replaced the pain on Minho's face, "you loved Newt......why didn't you say anything before!"

"I....I was scared," Thomas cried harder, making Minho wince.

"He loved you too, you know," Minho lightly rubbed Thomas's arm.

"He didn't," Thomas shook his head, then slammed his face into Minho's chest and sobbed.

Minho fell back a little bit but regained his balance and let Thomas squeeze fistfuls of his shirt.

"I need him!" Thomas' body racked with sobs.

Minho just rubbed his back, this is the most Thomas has said about why he was different in a year, he wasn't going to push him away now.

"Tell me why you loved him," Minho said, guiding Thomas' face out of his, now tear stained, shirt.

Thomas took a deep breath, "the first day I come out of the box he was nice to me. He didn't think I was out to ruin everyone's lives. Then we got closer and I started getting lost in his eyes, lusting to touch his blonde fluffy hair and I could barely hold myself back from just kissing the shuck out of him. I wanted to cuddle him at night and hold his hand all the time. I'm so far in love and I always will be, I can't get over him. I can't love Brenda, I can't even kiss her because she isn't him," Thomas whimpered.

"There's something you're not telling me," Minho said carefully studying Thomas' reactions.

"What?" Thomas' eyes widened and he diverted his eyes away from Minhos.

"Thomas, do you know what happened to Newt?"

Thomas froze then starts scrambling across the ground, trying to get up and run away.

Minho was faster and tackled him to the ground, pinning him under his large muscled body.

"Minho, I can't please, I can't, I promised myself," Thomas stammered.

"Newt was my best friend too! I've known him since day 1 Thomas! You think you're gonna lose me by telling me? No you're gonna loose me by NOT telling me. I have a RIGHT to know," Minho yelled, holding Thomas's wrists on the ground tightly.

Thomas shook his head several times, tears streaming sideways from his eyes onto the ground.

"I can't Minho, please. Please," Thomas begged.

"It's been a YEAR. You know so why can't I," Minho frowned, now just feeling plain hurt that his friend kept the secret from him for so long.

Thy held eye contact for a few moments before Thomas started struggling and thrashing like a fish out of water.

When it was clear he wasn't going to be able to escape he started screaming.

"I SHOT HIM. DAMNIT. I LOVED HIM AND I SHOT HIM!" Then Thomas instantly went still and a fresh wave of sobs took over his body.

Minho froze,"....you shot him?"

"He begged me too, he had a gun to my head. Said it was me or him. He didn't wanna become a crank. I tried everything Minho, EVERYTHING. He begged," Thomas was in hysterics again.

Minho let go of Thomas, a lost expression filling his eyes.

Thomas' chest heaved as he stay there laying on the ground," I didn't want to. I didn't want to!"

Minho extended a hand out to Thomas which made him flinch, like he thought he was gonna get slapped.

"No, Thomas. Come here," Minho said softly then pulled the broken boy into his chest and hugged him tightly. They kneeled there, hugging tightly and sobbing into each other's shoulders for a long time.

"I don't blame you," Minho whispered, "I would've done the same thing."

"I miss him. He's the only guy I'll ever love," Thomas' voice wavered.

"He did love you, you were his Thomas," Minho pulled back and smiled through his tear stained face,"you were HIS Tommy."

I was feeling sad BC Newtmas so I decided you guys had to feel sad too. But ily. Vote and comment if you liked it ;) thx for reading lovelies! Xx