❥𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜) 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜♡

☆Emotionless☆- Minewt

⚠️Not my art. Crd to artist⚠️

☼Not in the glade☼
3rd Person POV:
Newt couldn't explain it. He just felt... emotionless he didn't know what caused it nor did he know why he even felt this way. He couldn't smile, he couldn't laugh. He just couldn't show emotions at this moment in time. He was staring at his ceiling trying to think of what could have made him 'feel' this way, that was when something clicked in his mind. He has recently had a small fight with his best friend Minho. He knew Minho was still mad at him but he would act like he didn't care and would ignore Minho whenever he was around. Could Newt remember what Minho did to make him so mad? No. But he did know he did something, which was enough to make the blonde hold a grudge.
// small flash back \\
In the morning it was just going normal, Newt was still ignored Minho like he had been for the past week or so. This, finally got Minho to snap. He missed Newt but also really had some hate he needed to let out. He grabbed Newt by the collar, quite roughly and pulled him to a quiet place. Newt growled. "What the hell Minho. I was talk-" the blonde started but was cut off. "Shut up." Minho hissed at him, which made Newt flitch slightly at the sound of Minho's voice. "Why have you been ignoring me Newt?" He asked with a mixture madness and... hurt in his voice. Newt just sighed. "I don't know..." He said as he looked down. "What!?" Minho whisper-yelled at him. "You're telling me you've been ignoring me for nothing and stressing me for NOTHING!? I'm so done with this." Minho moved back shaking his head. "I hate you." He said before he left to go into the school.
// end \\
So here Newt is, thinking about what had happened with no emotion towards it. Sure, he ran home after that, but did he cry at all? No. He didn't feel sad. Sure, Minho's words struck him like a dagger going right through his chest, but, Newt felt no pain, he felt nothing.
Newt was about to close his eyes and drift off into sleep, hoping to feel something in the morning, but that was interrupted by a ping and a glowing light from his bed side table. He turned over and looked at the phone. The screen read:
"Text from Min🤍🏃‍♀️"
Newt just looked at the screen blankly. He then just opened his phone and went onto the text. The screen read:
(Bold = Minho)
(Normal = Newt)

◀️                              Minho🏃‍♀️                      📞🎥

Hey Newt... um,
I've re-wrote this about
100 times now... you
don't understand how
sorry I am for I said
to you. I don't hate you
not one bit. I was really
mad. I'm sorry. Please let
us stay friends newt,
I need you.
Please write back..

                                           Hi Minho, you don't               need to say sorry.
It was my fault.
I shouldn't have
ignored you.

Phew. Ok good.
We're cool. Glad to
hear it. Well,
I'm sleeping now.
Bye.

                                                                 Bye Minho.

Newt set his phone back down on the table, he still felt the same way he did before Minho had text him, but, if it was the fact he had a fight with Minho...

why did he still feel this way?
What else could it be?
It had to that?
Didn't it?

So many questions raced around Newts head. He let out a long sigh. "I'll talk to him tomorrow." Newt says to himself before closing his eyes and letting sleep take over his senses.

Newt woke up the next morning to his mother yelling for him to wake up and get ready for school, so, Newt did exactly that. He got up and got ready for the day ahead of him. He put on his school clothes and gave his hair a quick little brush before making himself breakfast and eating it. After his food he made his way to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He then put his shoes on, grabbed his bag and made his way to Minho's, not saying a word and still it feeling a thing. He didn't want to tell his mother because he didn't want to worry her. You see, his mother was easily worried and would interrogate him for answers that Newt didn't even know himself.
Newt is so lost on his thoughts he didn't realize Minho, being Minho, had stared running at him full speed. Minho ending up rugby tackling Newt to the floor. Minho is laughing but Newt just gets up and dusts himself off. Minho looks at his friend, a confused look all over this face. "Alright Newtie. What's up?" He asks getting your himself. Newt gives him a stare. "What do you mean?" He asks as he cox (idk how to spell-) his head to the side. "Don't lie to me. (😎) I know when something is up. You're my best friend. I can tell by now Newt." Minho says as he returns the glance. Newt sighs. "Fine..."

/after explaining how Newt feels cuz I'm lazy\

Minho brings his friend into a hug. "I'm so sorry Newt. I didn't know. I promise I'll make you smile again." Minho says as he rests his head on Newts. Newt blushes at the sudden contact but returns the hug and thanks Minho.
Minho looks down at the blonde and kisses him. Newts eyes widen but as he realizes what is happening he closes his eyes and kisses back.

When they pull away Newt smiles.

He smiles.

Minho hugs the blonde again "I told you I would." Newt giggles and hugs the taller boy back. "Let's go to school." Newt says and takes Minho's hand.
They walk to school together hand in hand not ready to let go until they have to.
Newt though to himself
'I'll never be emotionless again as long as he's around.'

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Hope you enjoyed this.
Sorry it's a little rushed, It's like-
1:30am and I'm really tried.
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