Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside

Summary: On a ski trip with his family and his best friend, Thomas, Newt starts to become close with his super hot ski instructor but finds himself falling in love with his best friend at the same time? Who will Newt choose, Minho or Thomas?

Rated: T

Pairing(s): Thomas/Newt, Minho/Newt

Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Friendship

Warning(s): Intense kissing

Newt stood near the ski lodge where he waited for his instructor to show up, the ground covered in snow. A ski was attached to each of his heavy boots. He glanced longingly at the warm lodge where he, his parents, his sister Mikayla, and his best friend Thomas were staying. Thomas liked to snowboard, and Newt had never skied before and needed some lessons, so Thomas had left him to go snowboarding.

What he wouldn't give for some hot chocolate or coffee or something warm to drink. A warm fire to sit by. He'd been waiting ten minutes for his instructor to get there - he'd been early and his instructor was only a few minutes late. His teeth were chattering and his face was numb from the cold. Newt watched the people sitting with their families and eating lunch, when he heard a voice from behind him.

"Hey! Sorry I'm late!"

Newt turned and saw an Asian boy skiing up to him, pushing himself forward with the poles. "It's all right," Newt said, eager to get started.

The boy reached him, looking out of breath. "I'm Minho." He held out his gloved hand.

"Newt." They shook hands and Newt realized how cute the boy was. Like, really cute.

"So, let's get started," Minho said. "First thing you want to know is how to stop. So let's go over to this hill over here and I'll show you first, then you can-"

While Minho had been talking, Newt had tried pushing himself forward on the flat ground using his poles, and he promptly fell over, letting out an embarrassing squeal on the way down. He blushed, not wanting Minho to think he was wimpy.

Minho offered him a hand and Newt gratefully took it. It was hard getting up with his heavy boots and the skis, but Minho helped him up. "You okay?" Minho asked him, grinning.

Newt felt a twinge of annoyance. "I'm fine," he answered. Then, "Don't laugh at me."

"I wasn't laughing."

"You wanted to," Newt accused. Minho just kept grinning, unfazed. Newt's annoyance increased.

They went over to the hill, where Newt promptly fell down again. It was obvious that Minho was trying not to laugh as he helped Newt up. "Maybe I should teach you how to stand up first before I teach you how to stop," he teased. Newt glared. "Okay, so what you're going to do is push yourself until you're going down the hill, then make a V with your skis, like this." The Asian boy pushed himself down the hill and turned his skis so that the front of his boots would intersect at some point, only they didn't. Sure enough, he slowed to a stop at the bottom of the little hill. "Think you can do that?" Newt was nervous, and he wasn't sure, but he nodded anyway. Minho smiled. "I know you can," he encouraged.

Newt blushed at the compliment, especially since he had done nothing to impress Minho except for the amount of times he had already fallen over. It was embarrassing, really. He didn't see anyone else falling over as much as he did, not even the beginners. Or the little kids. Now, that was humiliating. Bloody five year olds skied better than Newt.

He started going down the hill and his heart went into his throat as he expected himself to fall. Quickly, he made the V with his skis the way Minho had showed him, and slowed to a stop. Newt almost fell over, but he caught his balance at the last second and stayed up, his heart swelling with pride.

"See?" Minho said, offering him a breathtaking smile. "I knew you could do it." Newt's heart fluttered. "Want to try again?" The blond boy nodded.

After trying about five more times, Newt felt like he was ready. "I want to try the beginner's slope now," he told Minho.

Minho glanced up at the small slope. "You sure?" he asked.

Newt wasn't sure why, considering he had spent the first ten minutes of his lesson falling over, but he felt a rush of confidence. "I'm sure," he agreed.

Minho smiled at him. "You got this, Newt," he reassured him.

"Yeah, hopefully," Newt agreed as they started for the small escalator that would take them up the beginner's slope.

On the way there, they ran into Newt's best friend, Thomas (not literally). Newt saw him and called out, "Hey, Tommy!"

Thomas grinned and went over to them. "Hey! How's the lessons going?" He glanced over at Minho.

"Great," Newt smiled at Thomas.

"Your friend's only been down the practice hill five times and already he wants to try the real thing," Minho informed Thomas. "He's a brave guy."

Newt blushed. "Minho forgot to mention the first ten minutes of the lesson that I spent falling down," he added.

This, of course, caused Thomas to burst out laughing, and Newt of course blushed even more. "Only you, Newt," he said. "Well, good luck with this one, Minho," Thomas said, and Newt reached down to pick up snow so that he could throw a snowball at Thomas. And what did he do instead?

He fell down, of course.

AN: I've had this as a draft for a long time and decided to finally get around to publishing it. Please let me know what you think in a review and if I should continue. Updates soon when I get enough faves/follows/reviews :)