text you later ✏ newtmas AU

ix.

They were both in the same room.

Thomas could barely breathe. Newt looked even more beautiful in person. He was so soft.

Newt wore a slightly oversized pale sweater, light blue jeans, and gray vans. His hair was natural, laying slightly messy on his head.

He was actually there. With Thomas. With Minho. In their apartment. Minho was too busy being excited to see how they looked at each other.

"Newt! This is Thomas, my roommate, you'll love him," Minho dragged Newt over to Thomas. "I know. Hi, Thomas," his voice was small, a small blush spreading across his face and down his chest.

"Hi, Newt," Thomas smiled, his heart beating at a rapid pace.

Minho looked at them confused, eyebrows furrowing together. "You two shanks know each other?" Minho used his finger to point it at them accusingly.

"W..." Newt looked at Thomas for a second longer and then turned his gaze to Minho, fully aware Thomas was still looking at him. "Thomas texted me a while ago because we had a mutual friend. You. So we started talking from there. He knew I was coming but I asked him not to tell you because I wanted to surprise you," Thomas finally looked over at Minho to see his reaction, but was surprised when Minho just shrugged and looked relieved.

"Then hanging out will be a lot easier,"

Thomas and Newt looked back at each other and smiled. Wow.