Thomas x Minho

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Thomas sat under a tree in the dead heads, peaceful silence in the air that was almost unbreakable, "Thomas, can we talk?.." Minho asked, breaking the silence as he hesitantly walked over and sat next to Thomas, "Sure, what is it?" Thomas asked, a bit hopeful Minho felt the same about him, "Listen, I know we didn't really get off on the right hand, and I sor-" Minho starts before Thomas cuts him off, "Arm." He says out of nowhere as Minho looks at him confused, "You said right hand... We didn't get off on the right arm." Thomas says laughing at his own pun, Minho rolls his eyes, "Whatever you shank, just shut up and listen." He sass's, "I like you..." He mumbles, Thomas blushes and smiles, staring down at his lap. After a few minutes of silence Thomas looks over at Minho, catching him staring at him, he smiles and places a soft kiss on his lips, "Love you too..." He whispers before standing up and walking back to the glade, 50 shades of scarlet dancing across Minho's face as he sits there, happier then he's been his whole life, feeling a feeling he's never felt before... He felt loved and safe as long as he knew Thomas was his, and he was Thomas's....

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