At first, Newt thought it was too good to be true, and then it was.
The night of the dance was perfect. He danced with Minho, and talked with him during the frequent breaks they had to take to keep his concussion from pounding his brain with a hammer. Gally gave them a smirk, but kept his distance, and his promise to leave Newt alone.
The next week was amazing. Newt's dad caught them sitting together on his couch, watching tv, holding hands, but he didn't say a thing. He even managed a weak smile before looking away like he had seen them with their tongues down each other's throats, instead of Newt simply sitting in Minho's lap. Newt knew he was trying and that was enough for now.
The week after was good. Newt started hanging out with Minho more at school, and by extension Thomas. He found himself looking forward to lunches with his best friend and boyfriend, instead of dreading sitting alone. He spent his Friday nights with them, watching movies or eating at cheap diners. He had paid leave from the 7-11 for a couple months, whose manager felt guilty about letting his employee be shot.
But then, something changed. Newt couldn't quite tell quite when or exactly what had happened but Minho became more distant, more moody. Newt would make Minho laugh or smile, but then he could see Minho's smile fade quickly after. He had told Newt that nothing was wrong, and had tried harder to hide it, but Newt could tell something was wrong.
A/N Started this a long time ago but didn't get around to editing it for forever, sorry. Better late than never, though :D. Hope you enjoy this short sequel