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Newt:

Newt woke to a pounding headache and every inch of his body screaming in pain. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around. What is going on?

He glanced down at his body, his bare chest was covered in bruises. There were bandages all over his body, the biggest one on his ankle. Minho was sitting next to his bed, his head lying Newt's bed and he was holding Newt's hand. Suddenly, memories flooded his mind. No. No no no no. I wasn't supposed to survive. He wasn't supposed to know I did this to myself. Shuck, he's going to be so disappointed. Why is he still here? Why doesn't he hate me? I hate me, why doesn't he?

Newt felt his eyes burn with tears. He tried to calm down, but he couldn't. His heart was racing and it was getting hard to breath. He didn't want to break down with Minho so close, but he knew it was coming and he couldn't stop it.

He gave in and started to sob. Big, ugly, loud, cause your entire body to shake sobs. Minho's eyes snapped open and he lifted his head to look at Newt.

Minho stared at him, his eyes wide and mouth open as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Newt had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. He wanted to tell Minho to leave, but he couldn't stop sobbing long enough to form words. So he simply turned away from Minho, but as soon as he did he felt a hand on his cheek that pulled his face towards Minho.

Newt was surprised to see tears streaming down Minho's face. "You're awake" he said in shakey voice. "I'm so happy you're awake."

This only made Newt cry harder, he couldn't control himself. "Minho- I- I-" he tried, but Minho shook his head.

"Newt, don't." Minho said. "Just- we don't need to talk about it, okay? Right now I'm just happy you're okay."

"Minho wi- will you.." Newt started, but then got embarrassed and stopped.

As if reading his mind, Minho stood up and looked down at Newt. "Scoot over" he said, not a question but a demand.

Newt did as he said and Minho climbed into bed next to him, pulling Newt into his arms. Newt laid his head down on Minho's chest and sobbed into his t-shirt. Normally he would have been embarrassed, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Right now, in this moment, all he wanted was to be in Minho's arm. He cried and cried until he was an empty shell, and eventually he drifted back to sleep.

Minho:

Minho woke up to three confused faces staring at him.

Clint, Jeff, and Alby stood at the foot of Newt's bed. Alby had his arms crossed and was staring at them with an expression that read what the shuck are you doing? It took Minho a moment to realize where he was, he was in the Homestead cuddling Newt in a bed much too small for two people. Newt's head a resting on Minho's chest and their arms were wrapped around each other.

Newt was still passed out, drooling onto Minho's chest. Minho glanced at the boys standing at the edge of the bed and he felt his face burn red. "Um- I was just- uh- yeaaa..." he rambled, not really sure what he was trying to say. He tried his best to get out of the bed without waking up Newt, which failed.

Newt groaned and opened his eyes. He looked around and immediately scowled. "What the shuck are you looking at?" Newt spat.

"We're here to check on you" Jeff said.

"Then check on me" he shot back, his voice harsh and angry. Minho could tell he was embarrassed, and he couldn't blame him. This whole ordeal must be mortifying for Newt. He glanced at Newt, despite the anger in his voice, his face was sad and hollow. Minho wanted to do something to make him feel better, but once again he had no idea what to do.

Then, he realized there was one small thing he could do. "As long as we're all here, lets get something straight" Minho said, trying to sound confident. He took a deep breath and continued. "No one outside this room knows how Newt got his injuries, and it will stay that way. Got it?"

Everyone stared at him and nodded. "Good that" Alby said. "How- uh- how're you doing, Newt?"

Newt bit his lip and glanced at Minho. "I'm fine" he muttered.

"Newt, come on" Clint said. "You're pretty beat up, man. You're ankle is trashed."

Minho shot him a glare. "Really, Clint?" he said.

Clint's face turned red and he glanced at Jeff who rolled his eyes and said, "you're bandages need switching sooo.. we'll go get them." They walked over to a closet and dug through boxes.

Alby glanced between Minho and Newt before sighing and rubbing his eyes. "Newt, what were you thinking?" he asked.

Newt stared at Alby. "It's pretty bloody clear what I was thinking, isn't it?" he said. "I wanted to die, okay? End of story. We're done talking about it."

Minho stared at him, dumbfounded. "What?" he said. "Are you kidding me? NOT end of story. NOT okay. And we're NOT done talking about it. I ca- I mean we care about you. So you feeling like that is not okay."

Newt stared at the bed, he looked like he was about to cry. "Look, I just..." Newt started, but he stopped when Clint and Jeff came back, arms full of bandages. They immediately started taking the bandages off Newt's leg, and Minho had to look away. His ankle looked terrible.

He glanced at Newt only to find Newt was already staring at him. Minho gave a weak smile and said "how bout I go get us some dinner?"

"I'm not hungry" Newt said.

Minho rolled his eyes. "I'll go get us dinner" he said as he walked out of the room.

Newt:

Minho sat next to Newt's bed munching on a sandwich. After Clint and Jeff had patched him up they left, leaving Minho and Newt alone in an awkward silence. There were a lot of things he wanted to say to him, but he wasn't sure where to start. He decided the best plan of action was to stay silent until Minho spoke up.

Eventually, he did. "How's your dinner?" Minho asked.

Newt glanced at his food. He'd only taken a few bites out of his sandwich, he wasn't very hungry. "Fine" he mumbled.

"You know you hate to actually eat it for it to serve it's purpose" Minho said.

Newt grabbed his sandwich and shoved a giant bite into his mouth. "Happy?" he said through a full mouth.

Minho made a face. "That's disgusting" he laughed. Newt glanced at Minho, but then turned away. Minho smiling felt wrong, like he didn't deserve to look at him.

Silence filled the air again. "I'm sorry" Newt said in a small voice.

"Don't" Minho said, as he grabbed Newt's hand. "It's my fault." Newt turned and looked at him, he wasn't expecting Minho to say that. He was about to speak up, but Minho kept talking. "I knew you were struggling. I knew and I didn't do anything. It's my fault." Minho looked angry and on the verge of tears. "I should have done something!"

"Minho! Stop!" Newt said. "This isn't your fault! It's mine! If I wasn't so weak than-"

"You're not weak" Minho said. "You're strong. You are. And I need you alive, okay? So you can't try this again. You have to promise me you won't." Newt just stared at Minho, he wanted to promise him, he did, but he couldn't get the words out.

Minho stared at him for a moment before leaning down and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Please Newt" Minho whispered as he pulled away from Newt.

Newt tried to stop the tear that rolled down his cheek as he said "I promise."

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