TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Worried

Newt's POV

"I'm worried man," I sighed taking a swing from my glass jar. I was sitting with Minho and Thomas worrying over my girlfriend, (Y/N).

"She seems healthy though. I mean look at how happy she always is," Minho remarked pointing out (Y/N) taking a try of food from Frypan. She gave him her usual happy smile and walked over to us.

"She looks like me before I jumped. It's all fake. I don't know how to help her if she won't let me," I said with tears filling my eyes.

"Maybe she just has self confidence issues?" Thomas added with a shrug. I quickly silenced them while swallowing my tears as she came over.

"Hey," she smiled and squeezed beside me. I quickly wrapped my arm protectively around her waist like usual. She leaned her head onto my shoulder after pecking my cheek.

"Hello love," I whispered down to her.

"What are you all talking about?" She asked setting her plate in front of her and picking at the eggs in the center.

"How Minho uses too much gel in his hair," Thomas smirked.

"How irresponsible Thomas is," Minho remarked stabbing his eggs.

"How beautiful you are," I added making (Y/N) giggle.

"Wow boys. I'm glad I didn't miss much," she laughed and began eating her food.

"Newt may I speak with you a moment?" Alby asked appearing out of nowhere.

"I'll be back, love," I said pecking (Y/N)'s forehead and following Alby towards the edge of the tables.

(Y/N)'s POV

Newt and Alby began a small conversation as I turned towards the other boys.

"He's worrying about you Y'know," Minho said with a mouth full of food.

Newt? Why would he be worrying about me? If anything I'm the one needing to worry about him and his bum leg. Maybe that was it? Maybe he doesn't think I'll like him with it? I mean he has brought it up before. I, while shaking, answered, "about what?"

"You're not yourself lately. He seems to think you're as depressed as he was before the fall," Minho explained setting his fork down.

My chest lurched at this. He thought I was gonna jump? "He-he thinks I'm going to-"

"No!" Thomas interjected throwing his hand up in defense. "He's just worried you're sick like him and is hiding it."

"Oh," I sighed and looked to Newt and Alby.

"He loves you so much (Y/N)," Minho began, "stop making your man sorry so much."

"Thanks guys," I smiled up at them while looking at my boyfriend and our leader, again. Alby patted his shoulder before waking off towards the kitchen. I jumped up from the table and ran to him. I tightly wrapped my arms around him from behind and buried my cheek in his back.

"You alright, love?" He asked in a chuckle.

"I'm fine, Newt. No need to worry about me." He pulled me around so our eyes could meet. He put his hands on my neck with his thumbs grazing my cheeks as I pulled clumps of his sweatshirt in my fists.

"I'm gonna worry no matter what, love. It's my job to as your boyfriend." He pecked my nose. "But I believe you."

"I love you so much," I smiled up at him. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled our lips together for a nice kiss.

"I love you more. Now, let's finish our meal before those hungry runners eat it," he said wrapped his arm around my shoulder as I intertwined the hand over my shoulder with my right hand.

"Hey!" I called as I watched Minho and Thomas scramble to finish what was left of my breakfast. They each, with full mouths, pointed to the other and pushed the plate to the end of the table. Newt and I just laughed while walking to the kitchen to get breakfast... again.