ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

66: I'm Naked

Dawn 66

"Did you hear about Leo?" I lean into Minho's side.

His skin is warm against me. We fit together like I didn't know people could. I don't need blankets to keep me warm, but he has one haphazardly dangling over us. I imagine I only make him feel colder.

He looks down and me, almost laughing as he squints. He plants a kiss on my forehead, before rolling his eyes. "Is that what you are seriously going to ask me after we just did that?"

I shrug. "What do you want me to say?"

He shrugs back, a smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you supposed to care about it more than me?"

"No," I pull myself up onto my elbows, scrunching my nose in his face. "Why would I care about it? I don't even like you."

He sighs, placing a hand over his chest. "Oh that's the shucking best news I've heard all day! I'm so glad we're on the same page. You had me worried you liked me."

I playfully shove him, and I can't help but laugh. "Seriously."

"I am serious." He tells me, pretending to be offended. "Even though I can't remember my middle name, I am sure it is serious."

There is no serious bone in Minho's body. I bite my lip, looking up at his starlit eyes. I don't really know how to express how wonderful he is, and how painful it is when we aren't together.

"I do love you," it's the first time I say it, since it's the first time I'm sure. He leans down, pressing a kiss against my forehead. Letting his lips linger, he continues to hold on to me.

"It took you a while," he tells me.

"I wanted to be sure," I answer. After these past few weeks, I needed to know that I did love him before I said anything. Now, it comes out natural. Not some big climatic revelation, under the stars, through the chaos.

Even in the quiet, when it is just him and I and no one else, I still love him.

"I knew the second I saw you," he tells me.

I roll my eyes, a gestured I've done a hundred times before, a gesture I hope to do hundreds of times more.

"Leo would want me to go, you know," I lift myself further up off the bed, until he grabs hold of my arms, pulling me back up towards him.

"Well, she had a bit of a fall didn't she?" He asks, me. "It's not like she is quite awake to care."

Apparently, something I should've known in retrospect, is Leo's lack of eating. I never saw her at meals, really, except to push food around her plate. I never thought much of it until Clint came to the Kitchen with the news.

"She's awake now," I remark, probably. It's really late though, so it's entirely possible that she is fast asleep. "Newt told her about Michelle being thrown in the Slammer."

"He should've done in sooner," Minho shakes his head, running his hands along my arms. "Should've seen his face when he told me what happened."

I'm not entirely certain it was completely Newt's fault. She had barely been eating, probably due to her ever-consuming nerves. Technically, it was her fault. And by technically, I should say almost entirely.

"I told him not to," I look at Minho funny. "You think he should've told her?"

"Well, she had a right to know," Minho counters, a bitter stain on his face. "Oh, right, I forgot you didn't tell me when Newt knew."