-Of Sweet Revenge & Wedding Rings-

-I am so excited to write this Minewt. I've been wanting to put this idea down on paper for a while now, and here it is, finally. This is a two-part story, about Teresa wanting revenge, Newt wanting to help, and Minho just wanting Newt. I really hope you all like it, and I plan on putting so much fluff in this for Minho and Newt later. Rating is probably gonna change... ;)

PS: If you reviewed my other story, Of Ghosts & Notebooks, I just want to thank you for the support. Can't believe my little story made you all cry! It means a lot to me to know that I can touch people like that, so again, thank you :)

Reviews, anyone? Maybe? Probably? :D

Hope you all like it!-

"I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE THAT THAT BASTARD CHEATED ON ME! DAMMIT! ...do you guys have any water?"

Teresa was sitting on the edge of the couch, sniffling after her outburst. Tears glimmered in her sky-blue eyes and her black dress was rumpled. Her normally-beautiful, black hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. And yeah, she was ticked. She managed a smile though, when Newt leaned over and handed her a glass of water. "Thank you," she sniffed, taking a sip.

She'd shown up a mere five minutes ago, an absolute wreck, and nearly plowed past Minho to get to a couch where she could sit. Then she launched into a full story of how shitty her night had been. And it had been shitty, indeed.

"So, you're saying he cheated on you with a girl from work?" Newt asked, trying to be understanding with her. He was sitting on the recliner across from her. Minho was beside him, half-asleep in his black pj bottoms (ADORABLE) and red Fall Out Boy tee (one of Newt's, which made it a little too tight). The chair forced their sides up against each other, not that Newt was complaining.

Teresa growled in fury. "Yeah! She's not even PRETTY! Just some slut in high heels and a scrap of cloth she calls a dress!" She glared down into her glass. "I don't know what he sees in her."

Minho rubbed his eyes groggily; Teresa had woken him up before this. "What's his name again?" he asked.

"Nathan," Teresa answered grumpily.

Minho, being the shank he was, just huffed a laugh. "Sounds like one of the nerds the track team picked on in high school."

Newt rolled his eyes. "You're not helping, Minho," he deadpanned. "And I don't remember you picking on people."

"We were popular; it's what popular people do."

"I wouldn't know."

"No you wouldn't."

"You can be quiet now." Newt elbowed him in the side, then turned back to Teresa. His ocean-blue eyes were softer when he looked at her. Newt always tried to help people out when they were having problems. "Well, Teresa, it sounds like maybe you should think about breaking up with him. He can't be good for you if he did this."

"I know, I know," she sighed. She rubbed her temple with two fingers. "It's just gonna be painful, you know? We were together for...God, for two years. And then to do this? Ugh. He brought her out there in front of all his work buddies at that party and kissed her with me standing there. I mean, I was RIGHT THERE. It hurt."

"Dump that asshole," Minho suggested, his voice still weighed down with sleep. Just as polite as ever, too.

Newt exhaled in faint annoyance. "I'm trying to stay polite here and you're ruining it," he deadpanned, giving his husband a scowl.

"He doesn't deserve politeness if he's messing with Teresa," Minho scoffed. "She needs to let the slinthead go. I don't care how bad breakups hurt."

"Yes, you do. You broke up with me once, in high school," Newt pointed out. Then he yelped as Minho threw an arm around him and ruffled his hair. "And then I married you," Minho reminded him triumphantly. Newt just blew strands of blonde hair out of his face. "Seriously though, Resa," he added. "You need to do what's right."

Teresa looked deep in thought for a few moments. Then she nodded. "Yeah. You're right. I do."

"Good." Newt smiled.

"I need to make him squirm. I need some revenge."

Newt's smile disappeared. "Huh?"

A wicked smirk spread across Minho's face. "I like where this is heading," he said approvingly. Newt shot him a sharp look, which he ignored.

Teresa was eager now too, tapping her chin as she thought. "I want him to feel just as bad as I did when he showed up with her," she told them, pointing for emphasis. "It was humiliating. I'd like to see how HE likes being humiliated."

"Go on," Minho encouraged, gesturing for her to do so. He was enjoying himself way too much.

Newt glanced between both of them in growing concern. "Now, wait a minute, I never said to get REVENGE on the guy," he protested.

"Nope!" Teresa agreed, gaining some of her old confidence back now. "I came up with it all on my own."

"Good for you," Minho told her with a savage smile.

Newt looked like he'd watched all his advice get physically thrown out a window. "But it's not—"

"Shh, shh, just calm down, baby," Minho cut him off, in exaggerated sweetness. His golden-flecked eyes were half-lidded with wicked intent. "You don't even have to be involved. Let us do the all dirty work."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Newt asked flatly.

"Sit next to me, pretend to listen, and look hot the whole time," Minho rattled off casually. He rubbed his hand up and down Newt's arm, in a way that suggested he wanted to do more once Teresa was gone. Newt predictably melted, and gave in.

"Fine," he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning into Minho. "But you owe me for making me listen to this...bloody conspiracy."

Minho chuckled, and leaned in close; his lips brushed Newt's ear. "I'll pay you back later," he whispered huskily, and Newt shivered.

"Yo, lovebirds," Teresa called. A wide grin split her face as she watched the two flirting like teenagers. "There's some revenge-planning going on here, and you're missing it! Make out later please."

Newt blushed, but Minho just laughed good-humoredly. "Okay, okay, what's the plan?" he asked.

Teresa spread her hands in a watch-me gesture. "All right, listen to this. It's brilliant, oh my god, I'm a genius." She paused for a moment of suspense. "He wanted to make me jealous? Fine, he had his fun. But I'm gonna make HIM jealous. I know he has another get-together planned with all his pals from work tomorrow. Some crappy thing you have to get all dressed up for. He's gonna bring HER again, I know it. So I'm gonna bring a little guest of my own. And together, we're gonna embarrass him so bad, he'll wish he'd never thought of leaving me for her! He's gonna be so freakin' jealous, he'll wanna take me back, but there's no way I'll go back to him."

Newt looked like he wished he'd never heard that, and Minho looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "You are evil," he remarked. "Man, and in front of all his friends too. I can't wait." He shook his head, snickering as if imagining the whole thing.

Newt cocked his head to one side. "So who're you gonna get to come with you and make him jealous then?" he asked curiously.

Teresa blinked, like she hadn't thought of that yet. "Oh. Hmmm..." She rested her chin on her hand, propping her elbow on her knee. Her eyes narrowed. "Wellll...he has to be better than Nathan, that's for sure. More talented, smoother, preferably taller. Has to act all sweet around me and like a complete jerk to him. And he needs to be wayyyyyyy hotter, cuz Nathan'll really get mad then." She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. "Someone like...you." She was pointing at Minho.

All of Minho's earlier eagerness vanished. "Wait, what?"

"And this is why I don't get involved in these things," Newt stated matter-of-factly.

"C'mon, Minho," Teresa urged him, smiling hopefully. "You said it yourself, you'd love to see Nathan get burned, bad."

Minho gaped at her. "Yeah, but that was BEFORE I found out I'd have to show up as your date," he pointed out.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'm married to Newt!"

"It would just be pretending. You wouldn't even have to kiss me. I think."

"You THINK?"

"Don't act so horrified; I'm not a sucky kisser, I swear."

"Teresa, I dunno..." Minho scrubbed the back of his neck with a hand, glancing uncertainly Newt.

Newt just shrugged. "Hey, as long as I'm not a part of it, you guys can do whatever you want to this guy. Except kill him. And Teresa said it'd just be pretending, Min," he added to his husband. "Trust me, I know you aren't gonna leave me for her anytime soon."

Teresa clapped her hands together triumphantly. "There you go! He's fine with it, I'm fine with it! Now all we need is you, Minho."

Minho was silent, still unsure about the whole thing. Truthfully, he wasn't sure if he would be the best at acting all in love with Teresa. Ever since the eleventh grade, he'd only ever had eyes for Newt. "Umm."

"Oh, come on, Minho, please?" Teresa clasped her hands and gave him her best puppy-dog eyes, wide and pleading. "Pretty please, with sugar on top?"

Minho watched her with her tear-stained face and the way this Nathan had hurt her, and he heaved a long sigh. "What do I gotta wear to this thing?"

~The Very Next Night~

Tonight was the night.

Minho was about to help Teresa get revenge on a very snobby boy named Nathan. Even with his misgivings, he had to admit it sounded like something he would do.

The day before, after Teresa had come up with the whole plan, Minho had asked her what he had to wear to this party Nathan was throwing. It was being held at his mansion (his shucking MANSION) and everyone there would be from his business, Wicked Inc. The shank worked at that monstrous, ebony skyscraper in Glade City. Figured. Anyway, it was going to be formal and elegant, and everyone there was guaranteed to judge you. Teresa told him to wear his best, though suits were not needed, and to above all, look good. Or, in her words, "look wayyyyy hotter" than Nathan. Well, looking good was what Minho was best at.

"Can't believe I'm about to go to a Wicked business party," he grumbled under his breath, fiddling with the buttons of his black vest. "I did NOT sign up for this." He glanced up at himself in the bathroom mirror again. The glass reflected an olive-skinned man in black dress pants and shoes. His broad shoulders were outlined nicely by a crisp, white shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He hadn't wanted to wear the close-fitting, formal vest over top, but Teresa insisted it would look "classy." Whatever the hell that meant. Personally, Minho thought he looked like a shucking waiter.

"Please, God, don't let her try to kiss me," he muttered. He took one last look to make sure his hair had stayed spiked the way he wanted it and it had. It gleamed like black ink. "Now or never," he decided, and left the bathroom.

Teresa had agreed to drive to his house and then let him drive her to Nathan's in her car. Something about her car being better, more expensive or whatever. It had been a gift from her wealthiest friend, Brenda, the girl who had inherited her parents' fortune, so Minho trusted it to be good.

He walked into the living room, still playing with his sleeves because he needed something to do while he waited. Lifting his eyes to the couch, he spotted the lanky form of Newt. He paused, his heart skipping. Newt was all stretched out with his feet on the coffee table, watching some romance movie. His dark jeans hugged his hips seductively and he'd paired them with an old, cream-colored hoodie. He looked absolutely edible with the wide-necked hoodie slipping off his shoulder to show Minho that he wore nothing underneath it.

"So, how do I look?" Minho asked, announcing his presence. "Got my big date tonight, after all. I need your opinion before I get Teresa's."

Newt chuckled, without turning around at first. "Min, you could wear a bloody garbage bag and still look—" Then he did turn, and when he saw Minho, his words died on his tongue. His lips stayed parted and he gawked at Minho like he'd never seen him before.

Minho raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

Newt turned an adorable shade of pink. "Holy shit."

"Swearing isn't very nice," Minho scolded playfully. His stomach still lit up with butterflies when Newt stood up, gray-blue eyes fixed on him.

Newt crossed the room to stand directly in front of Minho. A smile threatened to surface as he absently reached up a hand. He trailed his fingers down Minho's chest. "You look incredible," he told him.

Minho smirked and tried to ignore how he felt the pressure of Newt's fingers on his chest. "Thanks," he replied, unable to resist showing the slightest bit of cockiness. "Though I wish I was getting all dressed up for you."

Newt's eyelids slid lower as he stepped close to Minho, up in his personal space. "I wish you were getting UNdressed for me," he admitted quietly. He fingered the button of Minho's shirt.

"Don't tempt me, angel," Minho warned softly. Teresa would be there at any minute.

"Am I tempting you right now?" Newt glanced up through his golden lashes, innocent and sexy at the same time.

Minho knew he shouldn't be doing this. But he wanted it; he wanted to feel Newt's hands all over him, wanted him to take all of these tedious clothes off, wanted nothing more than Newt, all of Newt. Newt's fingers sneakily undid three buttons of Minho's shirt and traced over his collarbone. Minho made a pleading sound. "Newt. Teresa's coming. You have to stop."

Newt's mouth curved in mischief. "Do you really want me to?" he asked lightly.

"No," Minho confessed in an exhale. "But—" He stopped when Newt placed his hands on the back of Minho's neck, fingertips brushing soft, dark hair. His breath caught in his throat as Newt leaned in and teasingly kissed his bottom lip. Then he pulled back slightly and touched another kiss to Minho's top lip. This time, when he drew back, Minho followed, bending forward for more.

Newt chuckled and held Minho back with a hand on his chest. "Behave," he said in a murmur. "Remember Teresa."

"Screw Teresa," Minho decided and he covered Newt's mouth with his own. He heard the glorious, ragged gasp that left Newt's throat and wrapped his arms around Newt's waist. Pulling the blonde flush against him, he kissed deeply, hungrily. His mind was already spinning dizzily, his body reacting on its own to Newt. The blonde's hands at his neck pulled him in closer; Newt ran his tongue along Minho's teeth and Minho whined into his mouth. Newt's fingers tightened on his skin at the sound. They kissed wildly, gasping for air. Minho thought, we should stop, we should really stop, or Teresa'll be ticked. But it was just so shucking hot.

Newt backed Minho up, until his back hit a wall. Minho let himself be pinned there, and broke the kiss with a gasp. His chest heaved as he stared at his stunning angel. "Newt, we have to stop," he panted.

"Why?" Newt asked breathlessly, nipping at Minho's lips.

Minho mewled. "Because I can't control myself with you."

Newt shook his head. "Don't stop."

"Newt—"

"Don't stop." Newt kissed him again, burning and needy.

Minho lost himself in it, drinking in the sweet-as-sugar taste that was Newt. He felt Newt's fingers pushing up into his hair, tangling in it, and regretted spiking it so perfectly for Teresa. Too late to fix it now. Breaking the kiss again, he lowered his mouth down Newt's neck. He nibbled a scorching path to the shoulder Newt's hoodie exposed. Tearing the fabric down even more, he sank his teeth into the golden skin, before sucking at the mark he left. He listened to Newt's shaky moan and shivered. He ached to hear more; he wanted to make Newt beg for him.

Newt's fingers fell on the buttons of Minho's vest, undoing them shakily and then moving on to his shirt. Minho blinked, forcing himself out of thoughts of Newt and tried to think logically. "Newt, we can't," he breathed regretfully.

"I know, I just—" Newt tore at Minho's shirt, breathing raggedly. "I wanna see your tattoo," he admitted in a whisper. He finally got most of Minho's shirt open, revealing a wide V of his chest and the black N inked over his heart. Sighing sharply, Newt ran his hands reverently down Minho's body, then kissed the N once. Teeth scraped skin and Minho whimpered.

Newt was kissing him instantly, as though he couldn't hold back whenever Minho let out those wonderful sounds of pleasure. Minho kissed him back and knew they were never going to be able to stop. Because now his hands were under Newt's shirt, and Newt had slipped his knee between Minho's legs. Minho gasped and practically started grinding on Newt's thigh. Newt raised his leg higher and Minho moaned. "I love you," Newt whispered, and all of Minho's defenses crumbled.

And suddenly, the doorbell rang.

It snapped them out of their heated trance and both looked at the closed front door down the hall. It was obvious who would be waiting outside. Breathing hard, Minho looked back at his husband. God, Newt was gorgeous, white-gold hair mussed and a pink-purple mark blossoming on his bare shoulder from Minho's harsh kissing. Minho wilted at the sight of him. "I guess you have to go," Newt murmured, glancing up at Minho. He lowered his knee from where it'd been pressed between Minho's legs. Minho whined at the loss.

"I wanna stay," he whispered.

Newt smiled slightly. Shaking his head, he started to redo the buttons on Minho's clothes. "Teresa needs you."

"I need YOU."

"You promised her." Newt finished the last button and went to fixing Minho's tousled hair with sure fingers.

"I don't care."

"Yes, you do."

"I want you, bad."

Newt grinned outright at that one. "I'll be here when you get back," he said.

Minho groaned in despair. "I can't wait that long to have you."

Newt bit his bottom lip, loving this side of Minho. "You're tempting, I'll give you that, Min," he murmured. He stretched up for a brief kiss. "But you have to go. Help Teresa. Then you can come home and I'll help you take all those clothes off."

Minho heaved a long sigh. The end of the night was so far away. "Okay," he muttered. He trudged to the door with dragging steps and Newt trailed behind. Minho could feel the blonde's smile on him as he went. Damn, that smug shank. He knew just how to turn Minho on. Minho reached the door and pulled it open reluctantly.

Teresa waited outside, texting on her iPhone. She was dressed in a clingy, black dress, with a spill of diamonds along one sleeve. Her wavy, shiny hair fell in ripples over her shoulder. She wore a pair of heels that gleamed in the evening light. Glancing up when the door opened, her eyes widened when she saw Minho. Then she broke into a huge grin. "Shuck, you look HOT, Minho!" she commented brightly. "No offense to Newt, of course, I'm not stealing you away."

"Yeah, yeah, I know you're thinking about it," Minho replied sarcastically. He fingered the button beneath his collar, remembering Newt ripping it open and kissing his tattoo. His mouth went dry at the mere thought of it. "So, uh." He cleared his throat when his voice shook. "We ready to go?"

"Yup!" Teresa chirped. "Just gotta—Oh wait." Her brow furrowed, as she peered at something on Minho's hand. "You can't wear that," she told him, pointing.

"What?" Minho followed her gaze, but saw nothing wrong.

"Your ring," she said. "You can't be married if you're dating me." She laughed a little at that. "You gotta take it off for the night."

Minho blinked and touched his ring absently, almost sadly. He'd never taken his wedding ring off once since marrying Newt. "But..."

"Oh, c'mere," Newt suddenly spoke up from behind. He walked up beside Minho and held out his hand. "I'll keep it for you." He smiled reassuringly.

"All right," Minho conceded reluctantly. He slipped the ring off his finger and dropped it in Newt's hand. He watched Newt's fingers fold over it before the blonde stepped back again.

Teresa clapped once, cheerful and eager. "All right, let's go!" she cheered, bouncing up and down. "I can't WAIT to see Nathan's face when you walk in. He's gonna be so mad."

Minho rolled his eyes. "Hopefully he doesn't kill me," he deadpanned, following Teresa as she started down to the driveway, where her car was parked. Minho's eyebrows shot up when he saw it. It was ruby-red, and sleek with curving lines and dark-tinted windows. It was a thing of beauty and wealth. "Holy crap, Teresa. Brenda gave THAT CAR to you?"

"Heck yeah! We're best friends, so she only trusts me with this baby." Teresa glanced back, beaming at him. Then she saw something over Minho's shoulder and laughed. "And we better get in it fast; Newt looks like he's about to start drooling, considering you're wearing those pants and his eyes are glued to your ass."

"Really?" Minho glanced back, and sure enough, Newt quickly lifted his eyes to Minho's face. Hot coils of warmth lit in Minho's stomach. He flashed Newt a wolf's smirk and winked. Much to his satisfaction, Newt blushed and dropped his eyes. Then Minho had to turn away and join Teresa again. It was time for some sweet revenge.

And afterward, something sweeter he planned on taking from Newt.