Give me a hand, Newt ?

Short Story

It's Period 1 and I already feel dead.

I nuzzle my head into my arms as I rest against the desk. I stared out through the windows like your typical protagonist do in the really really cheesy anime's. It's my last week at my school before summer break.

  Phew.

The year was rather lengthy and comedic, with corny "Newt-on jokes and rather ridiculous pairings. I pull a heavy breathe and release a steady sigh. Soon I'll probably be back in my little blanket cave reading fanfics and snoring the day and night away. That's when it happened.

THUD

Pain. It was inflicted. and i panicked. "kYAAAHHHHHHHHH THE PAIN!!!!!" as I fell to the ground, vision fading a world going blurry. Okay, I'll admit it wasn't THAT dramatic. it was just a tap on my shoulder and due to my heightened sense of fear, I fell out of my chair. It's not my fault I'm creative.

"Newt-chaaaaaan". I shivered hearing such words escape my friend Beseru. I stared at her with a sharp(well, ATTEMPTED sharp) glare as she beamed at me with her arms behind her back. Oh no I already have a bad feeling about this.

The girl revealed it to be a bundle of roses, assorted in  various shades of red. I stared at her clueless and with ridiculous disbelief. What the hell is she doing? "Newwwt these are for you!" She yelled with enthusiasm "LOOK THERE'S EVEN CANDY AND A NOTE." I rolled my eyes and snatched the flowers from her, Hershey kisses gracefully falling as she with whatever the opposite of grace is, swipe it up. Kind of like an eagle going in for the kill. Brutal. Anyways I pulled the note out and analyzed the small piece of paper.

"Hey, meet me at the court yard after school please? It's really important, I gotta really get this feeling out and tell you"

I scratched my head before giving the chocolate loving girl a glare. "Does this look like some sort of joke to you?" I hissed at her, usually with previous failed pairings it's usually her who attempted to make it work.

Let's keep in mind they all failed.

She blinked at me, before standing up to prepare herself for her infamous karate chop. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no. As if in the movies, the hand came down at such a blinding speed, i really wasn't ready for such an attacked. Silently I braced my self by shutting my eyes closed.

maybe if i don't notice the pain it'll go away.

...

"N-neh?" I peeked an eye open. Her ebony hand of doom was countered with a tan hand. "B-beseru I don't think you should attack him." Minho. I stared at the Asian before my eyes who saved me. His muscles literally stood against the thin fabric of his button up as his fiercely shaped eyes looked at us with concern.

Beseru chan retrieved her hand scoffing at my brave hero. "It's not my plan Newtie pie. Its this guys right here~" she winked at The raven haired boy. That was a terrible wink, first i must say, second wHAT ?? I stared at the Muscular boy in front of me with shock. He's the one who that??

What's he confessing??

He noticed me staring at him in awe as he turned away, face redder then the flowers in my hand. I began to saw something, but something caught my attention.

A mountain.

As in a mountain was forming in the boy's jeans.

Oh no.

My face soon began to match the intensity of his as i immediately stood up to cover the poor boy. "MINHO NO" I panicked shoving my roses in front of his growing member. He got even redder and backed away. "aH N-NEWT IT'S FINE I CAN ADJUST." I refused to listen to the man's protest it was clear his love tool was getting harder by the minute. how can he cover it at the rate its in.

"Minho p-please use the roses." I mean i would be fine if he didn't, I mean he's packing down there BUT THIS A PUBLIC AREA. students  slowly take notice.

"It's fine Newt you don't hav- ahh" he let a moan slip and i gasped in shock.What the actual hell is happening. I glanced at Beseru chan to see if she had an idea, she simply gave me a smile, sat down and started rocking back and forth frantically yelling "tHE SHIP IS REAL." This is madness and i can't even get to the bottom of it.

I approached The taller man with the roses fiercely, mission in mind i'm ready to go into what i need to do. However something weird happened. I floated for a brief second, unfortunately gravity really isn't a good friend of mine and I actually tripped. What made this fall even worse is Minho came tumbling down with me, on top.

A gasped was made as all the sudden force was pushed on me. Our faces breathes apart as his cheeks started burning a noticeable shade of red. "I'm really sorry Newt." I let out a small giggle wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a light hug on the dirty facility floor. "It's fine Min, I really do like the flowers though," He eventually returned to his regular skin tone and gave me a sweet smile. "Any thing for you."

So I guess I'll be seeing him at the courtyard for this 'important news', I actually don't mind hes a sweetheart, it can't be really bad. 

Beseru chan eventually calmed down from her screaming and panicking and dragged the flustered Minho to his chair. I hope the um, situation, calms down in any way. I like the flowers though,the aroma was a faint pleasant smell the actually stayed for quite sometime.

I return to my desk and finally after ages, our English class begins without interruptions. Our teacher made precise notes on certain aspects of our book and occasionally called on us to make observations. For the most part of today, i simply stared at Minho, admiring his sculpted body from the heavenly gods themselves. From his dark black hair to his chiseled jawline to his muscular amazing body.

A piece of paper was given to us and we were allowed to do whatever, our teachers lecture was over and we all were, I simply chatted my final minutes with beseru chan debating in anime she has to watch while Minho watched from afar noticing and cheering on my trash drawings on the blank canvas we called paper. If I could i wouldn't mind some bts, but oh well there is tomorrow.

Period 1 is now ending and I can tell you for a fact I'm no where near dead. I have to meet someone after school