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hold your breath

Newt woke up first with a jolt, his heart beating so fast that it's all he could hear, not the tweeting birds or the roaring waves nearby. He didn't notice Thomas wake up too. The boys had fallen asleep cuddled into each other, their legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other. Neither of them minded at all.
Thomas softly tapped Newt's shoulder, which made him jump once again. His breathing was erratic. Thomas knew what was happening. He was having a panic attack, probably from a nightmare about being a crank.
"Newt, Newt listen to me. It's Thomas. Listen to the sound of my voice, focus on me. It's over now. You're safe. You're okay." Thomas stroked his arm in attempt to comfort him. His face fell when he saw the tears starting to stream from Newt's face. Newt gripped Thomas' arm in fear, his breath hitching and unhitching, his body growing more numb by the second. Thomas did the only thing he could think of, and their lips were locked once again.
It took a moment for Newt to kiss back, but once he did, he was climbing on top of Thomas to straddle him. The kiss as always was perfect, despite the saltiness of Newt's tears. Thomas didn't care.
They pulled back, panting from the lack of oxygen, their foreheads pressed together.
"How did you know to do that?"
Thomas sighed and looked up to meet his eyes. They were no longer brimmed with tears, now just that perfect chocolate brown shade Thomas loved. He stroked his arm as he spoke,
"The PTSD I have from the Glade, from everything. I get panic attacks a lot. You have to hold your breath."
Newt gazed into his eyes with such adoration that it made Thomas squirm underneath him. (Because Newt is still on top of him.)
"Don't look at me like that."
Newt smiled, leaning back down to kiss him softly this time. Thomas wrapped his arms around him lazily, pulling him down so their chests touched.

"NEWT? WHERE'S THOMAS? HE'S NOT IN HIS HUT." The boys heard Minho call from outside the hut. Before they could even react, he barged in, looking to him frantically. He then noticed the position they were in, gasping, and then smirking in a way that only Minho could.
"I knew you shanks were boyfriends."
Thomas threw a pillow at him.
Newt laughed and made Thomas' chest clench in pure love.
Yeah, they would be okay.