Newt and Thomas ended up just staying at Newt's house, lounging on the couch all day. They had attempted to get some school work done earlier, but neither could concentrate on the task at hand. Every time Newt would try to get them to focus again, Thomas would find another distraction. To Newt's surprise, he's seemed to pick up a new habit of playing with his hair.

Although, who was he kidding? Newt wasn't complaining in the least bit.

Anyways, Newt was enjoying his company. They had just finished season three of some show Thomas was really into. He was trying to get Newt to watch it, but he wasn't paying attention to the screen in front of him. Not when Thomas keeps running his fingers through his hair. Newt was currently laying his head in Tommy's lap, trying to understand what was happening in the show. He was wrapped up in a warm blanket, which didn't help much because now his eyes were becoming droopy and he began to yawn with exhaustion.

Thomas chuckled, and Newt could feel the vibrations rumble through his body... "Sleepy?" he teased as he continued to play with Newt's hair.

"You're the one bloody petting me." Newt replied back.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Newt bit his lip, turning his head back to the side so that Tommy wouldn't see his blush. "No."

"Do you like when I do this?" Thomas asked again, lightly scratching Newt's head.

Newt winced at the pain he was causing his lip as he used all his willpower not to make an obscene sound at the touch of Tommy's fingers. This is so wrong! But it felt so right, heavenly even. Minho never does this kind of stuff. Newt literally hated himself right now. This wasn't fair. Thomas shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't even be able to make Newt feel like this. But he does and it's intoxicating and Newt feels high off of him. His own personal drug.

"Yes." he replies meekly, hoping Thomas doesn't hear his response.

But he does, and Newt hates himself just a little more as he gives into his touch, letting Thomas do whatever he wants to him. Because this is Thomas, his Tommy, and he has Newt wrapped around his finger.

Newt honestly likes the feeling of Thomas' hand in his hair. His touch is light and soothing, instantly calming Newt, not that he wasn't already calm. In fact, he was on the edge of falling asleep when his phone buzzed. Newt fought to open his eyes as he groaned in frustration, making Thomas chuckle lightly. Newt attempted to climb off the couch when Thomas stopped him, pushing him back down into his lap.

"I got it." Thomas said, leaning over the armrest to the table next to him where Newt's phone laid. He had to try his hardest not to look at the screen as he handed the phone over to Newt who unlocked his phone to find a text from none other than Minho.

Min: You busy?

Newt bit his lip. It was a little bit after eight, so technically he should still be at work. According to what he told Minho anyways. Obviously he had just been lazy all day, not doing anything but cuddling with Thomas. Okay, clearly an over exaggeration, but how far away were they from it? Newt kept weighing his phone back and forth between both of his hands before Thomas snatched his phone away and began typing a message.

"Tommy!" Newt hissed, trying to snatch his phone back. "What are you doing?!"

Newt heard the "Swoosh" sound of a message being sent before Thomas shrugged, handing him his phone back. "I didn't anything wrong." he said with a sly smile.

Newt: Kind of. Gotta work overtime as usual.

Newt didn't know why, but he actually smiled at the message. "You're bloody horrible."

"Oh, and you were going to tell him the truth?" Thomas teased.

Newt rolled his eyes, not even taking offense, (is that bad?), "Whatever, at least I was going to reply instead of just ignoring him."

Thomas shook his head. "You guys really should just talk to one another."

But Newt didn't want that. Why couldn't he just have a relationship with Minho, minus all the drama? Why did it have to be so complicated? Newt felt so comfortable around Thomas, Minho just made him feel….clustered. Thomas is caring, Minho is demanding. Thomas is gently, Minho is aggressive.

There was no inbetween.

"It's not that simple." Newt whispered.

Thomas sighed. "I know."

Newt's phone buzzed. Min: K

"What he say?" Thomas asked.

Newt frowned. "K."

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, "Just K?"

Newt nodded, not knowing what to say. Minho never sent messages like that. Maybe "Okay" or "text me later shank" but never just "K." Minho hated one word text messages.

Newt: You okay?

He got a reply almost immediately. Min: Peachy. That was becoming a regular response.

Newt's frown deepened. "He's not happy."

"Wonder why." Thomas said, but this time not in a sarcastic tone.

Newt turned to see Thomas giving him an almost scolding look. "Why don't you just talk to him? Hiding from him isn't making anything better."

Newt didn't want to fight with Thomas. Hated it. For as long as they've known each other he can't think of a single fight he's ever had with Thomas. But sometimes Newt couldn't understand him. He felt like he was at much at fault as he was. Thomas was over here, playing with his feelings, his emotions, making Newt feel so good in ways he shouldn't be making him feel.

But he couldn't blame Thomas for that. It wasn't like he was doing it on purpose. Thomas supported his relationship with Minho one hundred percent. He couldn't be mad at Thomas, or even hold a grudge against him. It's Newt who needs to get his feelings under control, not Thomas. So instead of saying some snarky reply, he bit his tongue and said: "It's not like he'll even bloody listen."

"Well….at least try to make things better between the two of you. You're not going to get anywhere with him if you just keep blowing him off." Thomas said. And then his eyes softened, a calmer look passing over his face. "I hate it when you two fight."

Newt's heart ached. All he wanted was for Thomas to be happy. He was his best friend after all. Newt knew that he couldn't keep doing this, it wasn't helping any of them. Newt needed to sort things out on his own, and with Minho. Thomas didn't deserve to be dragged into his drama. This wasn't his problem after all. Asking for his advice was one thing, but Thomas wasn't responsible for taking care of Newt.

Newt wanted to make things right with Minho. No more running off with Thomas, no matter how badly he wanted to. He couldn't keep running away from his problems, not if he wanted to save his relationship with Minho. "I hate it when we fight too." he said as he turned back to his messages, a sad smile edging onto his lips.

Newt was going to make things right. He wasn't ready to lose Minho, not over something that could easily be fixed. He just had to be the one to reach out to him.

Newt: I love you.

But he never got a reply.