Newt's POV

Gally made a small smile when he left and closed the door behind them. Newt returned the smile and when Gally was finally out the room, he turned to a rather pale and sickly looking Minho. He felt bad for the guy. Minho did not deserve to be like this. Hell, he did not even deserve to be hated like this by everyone. Sure, he made a some mistakes but Minho was actually a really nice guy. He had qualities that made Newt fall in love with him. He was kind, funny, witty, smart-ish, loving and so much more.

"Hey." The bulky guy finally said, looking up finally at him. Minho gave him a sad smile and, bloody hell, he looked so broken that Newt actually felt a tear coming up.

"Hey, Min." Newt whispered back, sitting down on the chair that was beside him. He thinks they were on Gally's dad's office, he wasn't sure though.

"I'm so sorry, Newt." Minho choked up, eyes falling down again, "I'm so sorry for ruining everything between us."

Newt bit his lip in anxiety. Seeing Minho like this was so unnerving. "Min-"

"No, please let me just say this." Minho said in a pleasing voice, looking up again. Newt only nodded and stayed silent, making Minho talk. This was what they needed, a proper closure. "I love you so much, Newt. I love you so much that I don't even know how I managed to cheat on you. I'm such an asshole, I know. I'm so sorry, Newt."

Minho's lips started to tremble and tears were pooling inside his eyes, Newt can't help but feel saddened and his heart clenched so much. "I-I know about what I did." Minho managed to croak out.

"Min, you cheated on me but somehow I-" Newt started, only to be interrupted again.

"I did not mean that." Minho said. Newt only tilted his head in confusion, trying to grasp what Minho was trying to say. "I-I mean the bruises on y-your back. I'm so sorry, Newt! Shit, I'm so sorry! I'm s-sorry!" Minho started to sniffle and cry harder.

He was choking up. Newt tried his best to not get up but Minho looked so broken that he rushed over to him and hugged the crying man with all his might. When Newt touched him, Minho muffled sniffles turned into loud sobbing and hugged back, clinging to him like he was his only life-support. It was heartbreaking. He kept whispering his apologies and Newt tried calming him down.

"It's okay, Min." Newt whispered against his ear, tightening his arms around the man, "Truly, it is."

"No." Then, Minho pulled away from the hug bet kept his hands on Newt's arms. "It's not okay. It's never gonna be okay. I hurt you and I'm so sorry, Newt."

"Min-"

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Newt. You were amazing and I can't believe I'm about to let you go." Newt's eyes widened when the words came out of Minho. Was Minho finally letting them go? Was Newt ready to say goodbye to him? Minho has been a very big part of Newt's life but how is he gonna move on if he keeps holding on to him? "I'm here to say that I'm letting you go and I wish you the best, Newt. You deserve that." Minho was holding on Newt's arms so tightly now, a sad smile on his face. He can't help but feel like something important to him was about to disappear forever and it's so heartbreaking.

"Min," he hated how his voice wavered and suddenly he realized he was crying as he felt tears running down his cheeks, "I'm gonna miss you."

"I already miss you, Newt." Minho whispered and brought Newt in for a tight hug.

This was it. The last time he was gonna feel Minho. The last time he's gonna see the man. The last time he's gonna ever talk to him. His heart was clenching so tightly because it was like letting something so precious to you get taken away. It was unbearable but he knows it must be done. For him. For Tommy.

"He'll treat you better than I ever will, Newt." Minho whispered. "He'll be an amazing boyfriend."

Newt pondered on the thought. He really did want Thomas to be his boyfriend. To finally have some label between them, making it official. He was ready. "He will." Newt whispered back. "He will be amazing."

They both chuckled as they both pulled away from the hug and wiped the tears away. They smiled at each other, knowing that this will be the last time they will see each other. Hopefully, in the future, they can be friends.

"You really need to sleep, Min." Newt signed to Minho's pale face and the man just laughed. He scratched the back of his head. Newt always thought that Minho looked cute when he was doing that but this time he meant it platonically. He was still not really over Minho completely but he's getting there. He has Thomas to help him with that and he's in love with that idiot.

"Yeah," Minho whispered, looking at the floor, "I can't really sleep without some closure."

Newt bit his lip as he thought about it. Was he ready? He wanted to start fresh and forget everything that has happened. A clean slate. He did not want his past to affect his future and in order for that to happen, he needed to forgive Minho and himself. "I forgive you, Min."

Minho snapped his head so fast he was sure the guy's neck was gonna break. Minho stared at him in disbelief and spluttered. "Y-You do?"

Newt smiled at him and nodded. Minho's eyes filled with tears again but this time it was tears of happiness. Newt smiled widely at the sight of Minho finally accepting everything and Newt was happy that maybe they can really start fresh. Start a new chapter in their lives.

"Thank you, Newt." Minho said, still ginning widely at his ex-boyfriend.

Thomas POV

Thomas can't help but fidget in his seat. They've been in there for a long time and he was starting to get worried that maybe something had happened. He tried not thinking about it but he had to look at all the possibilities because, if his love life was an indicator, anything can happen.

After an excruciating wait, the door finally opened and Thomas stood up automatically, eyes scanning for Newt. He saw the blonde with red eyes from the crying but a smile of his face, a hand behind Minho's back. Thomas started to freak out.

They approached the crowd waiting for them and Minho smiled at them. "Thank you for letting me talk to Newt."

Thomas was intensely staring at Minho that he did not even notice the arm that wrapped around his waist. He turned as saw Newt's head resting on his shoulders. Okay, he can stop freaking out now.

"No problem, Min." He heard Teresa speak from behind, "We're glad to have this over with." He voice was laced with sincerity and softness. No trace of bitterness or venom.

Thomas nodded and wrapped his arms around Newt's waist too, bringing the blonde closer to him. Newt's scent made him calm and he appreciated that.

"Thomas," he snapped his head back to Minho and saw that the guy was smiling at him, "Take care of Newt. I hope you guys have a happy relationship."

Thomas tried to smile but this was still weird for him and he did not trust his voice yet so he just nodded at him. Minho grinned and looked at Newt, giving the blonde a nod too.

After saying goodbye, Minho walked out of the door and left. Thomas felt the tension in the room disappear and everyone took a breath of relief. Thomas did not have time to relieve himself for long because when he turned to Newt, the blonde was trying to hold a sniffle. He turned to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You okay?"

Newt smiled at him and nodded, "Yeah, it's just..."
Newt paused for a little bit but Thomas stayed quiet, he did not want to push Newt if he did not want to talk about it. "It's Minho, ya know. It's difficult letting someone go when they're so close to you."

Thomas only nodded in understanding. He knew what the blonde meant. Having someone that close to you and then having them exit your life was a difficult thing to do, not to mention heartbreaking. Thomas pulled Newt in for a hug and kissed his head. "Don't worry, babe."

The word fell out of his mouth so suddenly that he was about to retract it because of not wanting to make the situation much more uncomfortable but Newt did jot stiffen and just tightened his hold on the brunette. Newt only hummed in response and rubbed his cheek on Thomas' chest for good measure.

Thomas can't help but chuckle.

"When are you going to ask him?" Gally asked, resting his back on the other side of Thomas locker where the brunette was trying to look for his book.

"When you stop yapping my ears off, you shank." Thomas groaned in annoyance when the book won't just show up. Gally chuckled beside him and turned to him.

"Look. Sooner or later you're gonna break and when this thing keeps on going, you will not be asking Newt to be your boyfriend but asking him to marry you instead." Thomas glared at the boy beside him and playfully punched him in the stomach. Gally made a groaning sound and Thomas smirked in satisfaction. Gally coughed loudly as he leaned on the lockers again.

Thomas has been thinking about it. Too much of it to be honest. He'd been thinking about just asking Newt to be his boyfriend for the whole week now but every time his brain conjures up some kind of speech, an obstacle always presented itself. It was just annoying and frustrating. Not to mention the sexual frustration of having an immediate boner a minute into a make-out session. It was tiring.

"Thomas?" He heard his name being called, "You're staring at your locker like there's something so interesting in there." Gally flicked his head and Thomas shook out of his reverie. He faced Gally and saw that the boy had a confused look on his face.

"Okay," Gally said, stepping backwards, throwing his hands up in the air, "I'm guessing you're having some kind of a sex daydream about Newt and I'm not really keen in seeing your boner so I'm gonna go."

Before Thomas can protest that that was not the issue, Gally had ran off to the other direction, leaving him to only sigh in annoyance.

The bell rang loudly in the hallways noting the start of the first period. Thomas resumed picking up things in his locker and knew that if he doesn't pick up his pace, he'll be late for his first class. He managed to find the thing that he was looking for and shut his locker, moving to his right when he bumped into someone. He apologized to the person but when he looked up, it was Newt.

"Hey." Thomas greeted the blonde with a smile. "The bell just rang, don't you have a class to get to?"

"No, the professor had a flu and was late in getting a sub so we have a free period." Newt explained excitedly as he swung back and forth. Thomas though was fidgeting, trying his best to keep himself calm. He did note really want to be late.

"That's great Newt but um-"

"Oh, yeah! Go! I don't want to keep you." Newt said, a smirk playing on his face. "I was just wondering if I can get a kiss before you run off?"

Thomas stopped from shaking anxiously and stared at Newt, biting his lip to keep himself from cooing. This adorable piece of shit.

Thomas must have stared at him for too long because Newt's smirk suddenly vanished and was replaced by a nervous one. "Or maybe I can get it later! I really don't want to keep-mmph!"

Thomas grabbed Newt's neck and pressed their lips together in a needy way. Thomas grinned in the kiss when he felt Newt responding back almost immediately. The blonde lightly punched his chest but continued on kissing. Newt's lips were as soft as they always were and the blond tasted like toothpaste and coffee. Before Thomas was able to deepen the kiss, Newt pulled back.

"Don't you have a class to get to, Tommy?" Newt asked, still looking dazed from the kiss. Thomas only spluttered and smiled awkwardly at him. He kissed Newt on the cheek and hurried off to his class.

"I love you!" He heard the blonde shout from behind him. Thomas turned to him so that he was staring at Newt, walking backwards.

"I love you too!" Thomas responded, a smile of adoration on his face. He watched the blonde as he turned to the other way and skipped out of his sight. Thomas chuckled and walked the right way again.

His seat-mate must have noticed the look on Thomas' face when he entered the classroom because he looked at him like he was crazy.

Well, to be honest. He was crazy. Crazy in love.

It was after class and Newt insisted that they went to his house for something. Thomas blindly agreed because who was he kidding? He'd do anything for this stupidly adorable blonde. What the brunette wasn't expecting was that Newt used his body to slam the door of his bedroom, pinned him against it and started kissing him. It was a rather good thing that there were no other people inside the house.

So that's how they ended up on Newt's bed, kissing like there was no tomorrow. Thomas was on top of Newt, and he was marking the blonde with hickeys. Newt moaned at the contact and started to raise his knees to rub against Thomas' front. Thomas tried his best not to moan but this was the first time since the "handjob incident" that occurred at the same place and, to be very clear, he was horny for Newt.

"What are we doing?" Thomas asked breathlessly against Newt's neck, kissing and licking over the forming bruises. Newt was squirming under him and he would be lying if he didn't find that totally erotic.

"Anything we want, Tommy." Newt whispered back, arms wrapped around Thomas' shoulders and knee still rutting against Thomas' hardened state.

"We?" Thomas chuckled against his ministrations in Newt's collarbone, "Are we really gonna be that couple that uses "we" instead of "I"?"

"Might as well be." Newt chuckled as he wrapped his hands around Thomas' brown hair and pulled so that they were looking at each other. "Take of your shirt." Newt's pupils were blown out and Thomas can sense the lust in his voice.

Thomas, Newt being his weakness, sat up and took his shirt off. He remembered that he saw in a movie once that taking your shirt off in a sexy was to grab the back of the shirt with one hand and slowly pull it over your head. So Thomas did that. The look on Newt's face made him smirk when he was done taking his shirt off.

"Fuck. That's hot." Newt whispered, dragging his fingers over Thomas' chest and stomach. Newt bit his lower lip as he tugged at Thomas' treasure trail. It was turning Thomas on even more. He dropped on the bed again and kissed Newt feverishly. He tugged on the boy's shirt and, in one swift motion, took it off. He'd seen Newt shirtless before but not this close, and certainly not being able to touch him like this before.

"You know." He heard Newt whispered against his earlobe, scratching his back as Thomas rutted their hips together, effectively making both boys moan in searing pleasure. "I've already seen you naked." Thomas chuckled at the memory of it but he can't seem to recall anything when Newt turned then over and it was finally him who was underneath and Newt on top. "And I can't help but imagine how it would feel like to blow you. How you would taste."

Thomas stuttered in response. Was Newt actually suggesting what he thinks he was suggesting? His dick throbbed in excitement. Was he getting blown for the very first time in his life?

"I want you in my mouth, Tommy." Newt said, circling his hips slowly on Thomas' crotch, hands on Thomas' belly. "What do you say?"