Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
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Thomas didn't know what was happening into his head. He knew that probably he has been drugged by that weird guy out of the place. Everything started to feel heavy, everything was blurred. All he knew is that he needed to find her. He needed y/n to bring him back to reality.
But where would he have looked for her?
All of a sudden music dragged him unconsciously to the dance floor. He started swinging and within minutes Brenda and Teresa were dancing around him, touching every inch of his skin. He softly moaned touching Teresa's hair who felt soft exactly like y/n's. He touched their hips to feel something he didn't feel in a lot of time. It was like y/n was still with him. Like she never left. Suddenly as if he woke up from a trance he looked at them with wide eyes and he shook his head.
"What's wrong, Tommy?" They both asked. "This is wrong, this is so w-wrong." He answered. "She's gone Thomas, she will never come back." Teresa started. "This is so right, so so right." Brenda concluded whining. He left them where they were dancing.
"You are not her." He whispered. "You will never be her."
He started to look for her all around and He finally found her, dancing with Newt. Thomas felt anger boiling in him but he could not do anything because he knew—deep inside, that they both were under some sort of trance. Some sort of drugs.
Y/n suddenly felt someone's arms taking her out of that group of cranks. She realized it was someone she knew by the way his touch was getting her body on fire. All she heard was a muffled voice and a blurred silhouette.
"Y/n! Come on! You have to wake up! Y/n can you hear me? Are you alright?" Thomas trailed off to touch her forehead.
"Y/n, come on! Come on! "
"Thomas, what- why are we here? What's this place?" She suddenly asked him all scared.
"We were looking for you, all of us. We missed you." he touched the back of his neck then pinched the bridge of his nose. "I missed you." He cupped her cheek with his hand softly.
She felt something and had to abandon herself to it. She leaned in and pecked his neck making him shiver. He wanted this more than anything but it wasn't the time or the place. "Y/n, w-we have to g-go"
"Let's go then" She pecked his jaw following his moles with her fingers softly almost making some patters with them.
"If you keep on touching me like that I-" His voice was husky.
"You?"
Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her slowly. Music accompanied them. He touched her thighs softly going up to rest his hands on her waist. She pulled away and pushed her forehead against his.
"Now we can leave" y/n smiled at him, pecking his lips once more.
"It was about time." Minho sassily smirked looking over at us.
