Naughty and Nice
(A/N: Sorry for the wait! Idk if other families do this, but when I was a kid my dad would tell me (jokingly) that since I was bad I was going to get coal in my stocking. In fact, he still tells me that (It has never happened lol). I'm really proud of this idea so I hope you all like it! PS for those of you that dont get a whole lot of snow, a quinzee is a snow fort that you could survive in.) Disclaimer: All characters from tmr belong to James Dashner
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In the North Pole, there are two types of elves. There are the elves that you have heard of who wrap the presents, who wrap the presents. These are considered the good elves, even though they were born into the position. Sure, there were some rotten ones, but the majority of them were really nice and friendly and full of Christmas cheer. Then there were the elves that didn't really have a status, but they weren't low class either. They did a lot of handiwork, such as taking care of the reindeer, building quinzees for all of the North Pole's elves to live in, and buy supplies, such as wrapping paper. They were normally filled with Christmas cheer, but not as much as the "good" elves. Then there were the lowest class elves. They were the coal mining elves. They were considered "bad" elves. They didn't get to choose this, and most of them were very kind and friendly, but since they mined coal for the bad kids and their ancestors worked for Santa's evil twin, Krampus, they were often frowned upon. Years of being treated poorly caused many of the coal mining elves not to be as filled with Christmas cheer. This story is about one nice elf named Newt and one naughty elf named Minho.
Newt Isaacs was a hard working elf who had been wrapping presents since he finished wrapping skills school when he was ten. He had been working for a long time. He had some friends who were also wrapping elves, but he had never met any other types of elves. The different types of elves were allowed to mingle, but few did. His best friend was another nice elf named Alby. The two got along like brothers.
Minho Park, on the other hand, was a naughty elf. He went down into the coal mines every day, and had been doing so for a little over a year. He had only just started because you had to be at least 20 to go into the mines for safety reasons. He had some friends who were other naughty elves and a few working elves. The nice elves were usually busy and during their free time, they usually did not want to associate with naughty elves. His best friends were Ben and Gally for other naughty elves, and Thomas, who was a working elf. Minho and Newt had never even seen each other, until one day, things changed.
The first time they ever met was the middle of July, but you would have thought it was the middle of winter since they were at the North Pole. There had been an accident in the coal mines that day, so Minho had to go to get his injured arm checked out. Newt had accidentally whacked himself with a hammer while building something, so they were both at the med-jacks. Ben and Gally were carrying the unconscious Minho to the med-jacks, Clint and Jeff. All Newt saw was Minho's burned and beat up arms, so he jumped up to see if he could help. "Why would you want to help? He's a naughty elf, we don't have time for you to get squeamish around a beat up arm. He'll be fine, he should be back in the mines by tomorrow," Said Gally.
As they walked by, Newt caught a glimpse of Minho's face. Despite being covered in coal dust and unconscious, Newt thought he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. All he wanted to know was his name. He must be tough Newt thought since he is going back into the mines tomorrow. He scolded himself for thinking like that. This was a naughty elf, he probably hated Christmas. Still, all Newt wanted now was to know the naughty elf's name.
They didn't see each other again until Halloween, and Newt had forgotten about the naughty elf he had seen in the infirmary a few months ago. Every Halloween, Mrs. Clause would throw a huge Halloween dance for all of the elves before their huge work crunch started in November. This was the one time out of the year that the different types of elves were able to really get to know each other. Still, the nice elves and the naughty elves only really talked was around the frozen hot chocolate bowl. And this is where Minho and Newt saw each other for the second time.
The lights and music were blaring. Elves thought it was a good idea to remember what the kids of nowadays are like so sometimes they don't just listen to Christmas music, and when Minho and Newt saw each other again "Victorious" by Panic! at the Disco was playing. Minho was taking some frozen hot chocolate out of the punch bowl when he heard Newt's delicious British accent. "Naughty elf, did Krampus tell you to spike the frozen hot chocolate? The kitchen elves worked so hard on it; it would be a shame if someone like you spiked it." He said. Now, Minho was used to comments like this. Being a naughty elf, he got that a lot. He used to get angry, but by this point, he knew getting angry would just make the problem worse. That didn't mean he didn't retaliate every so often. He lifted his head to say a snarky comeback, something about how Krampus was defeated centuries ago when the elves fought against him and coal mining was established, but when he saw Newt's face, all coherent thought flew from his mind. All he could see was the angel standing in front of him.
When Minho lifted his head, all Newt could do was blush. This was the naughty elf he had seen in the infirmary. Although now, he wasn't covered in coal or unconscious. And damn, somehow he was even hotter than before. Once again, all Newt wanted to know what his name was. He felt terrible for what he had said. "Sorry" He mumbled. "That's ok, I'm sort of used to it by now," Minho said. This made Newt feel even worse. This naughty elf seemed fine, why did all of the elves he knew seem to think that he would be terrible? How could this elf be used to being treated like that? He needed to know his name. "I'm Newt" He said, hoping Minho would say his name too. "I'm Minho" Minho responded. Minho, Newt thought. Hmm… I like that. Sexy. Sexy? Where had that come from? Nice elves weren't supposed to think like that. It was fine that he was gay, but having any types of feelings for naughty elves, especially thinking they were sexy was completely out of the question. Newt should have just taken some frozen hot chocolate and gone, not be rude to the naughty elf, not say his name, not get feelings for him, and certainly not think he was sexy. But a part of Newt's head only wanted to get to know Minho more. And thankfully to our story, that was the part of his brain he listened to.
"So, um, how are you Minho?" Newt asked. Minho looked surprised that Newt wanted to continue talking to him. "I'm alright," Minho replied. He was shocked that Newt wanted to talk to him, because he had never spoken to a nice elf before. They continued talking for a while, and began to get to know each other. Then Alby came over. Alby had never really liked naughty elves. Alby was always filled with Christmas cheer, so he didn't really like anything that stereotypically did not have much Christmas cheer and were rumored to still want Krampus to come back. "Hey Newt, why don't you come over here with me?" He then dragged Newt away. Newt threw an apologetic look over his shoulder and told Minho that they would see each other again.
They didn't see each other again until Christmas day, since they were so busy with Christmas preparations. The morning of Christmas Day, all of the elves gather to welcome Santa back from his long night. They all arrived a few hours early to prepare. Minho was walking up by himself because Ben and Gally were running late and Thomas was busy with preparations. Newt had been walking with Alby, but then he spotted Minho and wanted to talk with him. He told Alby that they would see each other later and left. " Hey Minho!" Newt yelled. Minho whipped around, confused about who was calling his name. Then he saw Newt, the cute little nice elf he had seen at Halloween. "Hi Newt," He said back. "How have you been?" Newt asked. "Well, I've been pretty busy with Christmas preparations, and the mines have been pretty cold, but apart from that it's been pretty good. How about you?" Minho asked. "It's been pretty busy also, preparing for Christmas and trying to get all of the presents wrapped and ready. I'm sorry they don't heat the mines, they should since it's so cold," Newt told him. Minho said that it was ok, that they wore very warm clothes. That didn't stop Newt from feeling ashamed that he thought his life was so stressful when at least he had some heat and wrapping presents was a very enjoyable task. Minho must have been freezing. They talked and laughed until they watched in awe as Santa's sleigh came down. As the sleigh lowered in the sky, Newt leaned up and kissed Minho's cheek.
All Minho could do was smile and blush really hard. He had wanted this to happen for a while, but he was afraid Newt would get mad if he had done anything. Newt grinned cheekily up at him, and so Minho put his arm around Newt's waist. They were both in heaven. Little did they know that they were also falling in love.
After Christmas, they started spending more time together. They would eat meals together, and during their free time, they would hang out. Sometimes they would get into snowball fights, build snowmen, visit each other's quinzees, or just sit on a snow bank and talk. They talked about all kinds of things, some topics were how they were doing, funny things that had happened, impersonating other elves or sometimes even Santa, or their jobs. Newt thought that the naughty elves seemed to not be treated well, but Minho assured him that it was fine, and that they were used to it and had started to became friends, but both of them could tell after the kiss on Christmas morning, it would probably be become something more.
On New Years, there was going to be a big party. All of the nice elves would get dressed up and bring dates, and usually, they would get hammered. Minho had never been because he had never been invited by a nice elf. Newt had been a few times before. Nice elves were allowed to bring anyone they wanted, but bringing a naughty elf was extremely uncommon, but not unheard of. One morning at breakfast, Minho was about to leave for the mines when Newt stopped him. "Um, I was wondering if uh, you would, uh, like to come to uh, this New Year's, uh, party with, uh me?" Inside, Newt was praying that he would say yes. Minho's face broke out into a big smile. "Of course I will, shank," he said. "Shank? What does that mean?" Newt asked. "Oh, it's just something we say in the mines." Minho responded. They both smiled the rest of the day.
On New Year's eve, Newt met Minho and they went to the got some funny looks since Minho was a naughty elf, but apart from that they had a spectacular night. As soon as they entered, Newt dragged Minho out onto the dance floor. They danced to Christmas songs and the top 40, and their favorite dance was to Victorious, since that song was playing when they first officially met. After a couple hours of dancing and drinking, it was 11:50 and both of them were a little more than tipsy. Minho was holding Newt in his strong arms and they were giggling over something Thomas had just said. Thomas was friends with both Minho and Newt and had not bothered to hide the fact that he thought Minho and Newt would be an adorable couple. When the countdown began, Newt's blue eyes met Minho's black ones as if to ask, well, aren't you going to do anything? Minho gulped. He wanted to kiss Newt, but he wasn't sure how well it would go over. "10, 9, 8," Damn it I really want to kiss him, Minho thought. "7, 6, 5," What if he doesn't feel the same way? "4, 3, 2," Was that him leaning in? "ONE" I think I'm going to do it. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" All of the other elves screamed. But Minho hardly heard them, as his lips were connected to Newt's. There could be no better way to begin the new year.
(A/N: Thanks to everyone for sticking with me even though I was away for a while! I'm sorry it took so long. It's going to be a while before I can post the next one because when I got home, all of the sidewalks had become a ice rink. Since I post my updates on a library computer, its gonna be kinda difficult to get down there, so sorry if it takes a while. In the meantime though, you can follow me on instagram your_a_glader_harry. I hope you liked this update and thanks so much for being such wonderful readers!)