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Chapter Three

(A/N wowza, I am so sorry I haven't updated!)
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Thomas woke up tangled in another person. The scent of the other person was not Minho's. Thomas began to panic, heart racing and breathing uneven. He flew up, gasping for air; feeling like a fish out of water. His hands clawed at his throat, dull red stripes started appearing and the person next to Thomas jumped up, looking at him and panicked.

"Minho!" Thomas knew that accent but couldn't see who it belonged to in the darkness of the room. He shook his head, not wanting Minho in there. He wanted to defeat this panic attack on his own. But, like usual, he couldn't and Minho scrambled into the room. The other voice sounded panicky and flooded with worry.

"Minho help I don't know what to do. He just woke up and-" Minho through Newt a hard glare, silencing him.

"Thomas? Look at me, try to match your breathing with mine." the Asian took Thomas' hand in his, placing it on his chest and evened out his breathing, slowed it so the other boy can attempt to match it. Thomas began to breathe normally, whiskey eyes shutting and his hands fell limp to his sides. Thomas started to cry, feeling vulnerable and pathetic.

"Newt, can you give us a minute?" Minho asked in a soft tone, Newt nodding and climbing out of bed. He didn't realize he was only in boxers and a T-shirt when Minho had closed the door- he shrugged it off though, more worried about Thomas.

Minho climbed in bed with his friend and Thomas just collapsed.

"M-Minho I was scared. It didn't smell like you when I woke up and he wasn't you and and... I thought I could've handled it but I couldn't." Minho held Thomas, kissing his hair.

"Thomas, it's okay. You shouldn't rush things with this guy. I laid boundaries, rules. He knows how you feel about touching. Tonight, I'll sleep with you because Newt is more than willing to sleep on that shuck couch. But, Tom?" Minho's brown eyes softened while he looked at his best friend. "I see they way he looks at you, like you're the moon and stars in a night sky... like you're the most precious person he's ever came in contact with. That boy is definitely not another Ben. I can't believe I am actually telling you this, but I like him. He seems good for you." Thomas sniffled, blinked at Minho and hugged him tightly. All signs of a panic attack just happening, were gone. He thanked his best friend and went out of the room in search of Newt. Thomas found the British boy sitting on the couch with a sketchpad and pencil in between his slender fingers. Newt had changed into one if his sweaters- and only boxers. Thomas chuckled and Newt hopped up at the sound.

"Tommy! I uh, yeah wow. Awkward. I uh uh... You okay now?" Newt's eyes grew wide and his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Thomas smiled, "Yes, Newt, I am okay." He eyed Newts outfit again, a smirk resting upon his pale pink lips. Newt realized Thomas was staring and looked at the floor, thinking he should probably put sweats on. It's like Thomas read his mind;

"No need for pants. Your butt looks phenomenal in those underwear." Thomas had no idea where this was coming from, but he liked it. Newt's embarrassed persona changed to playful in a matter of seconds, feeling safe with Thomas.

"Well, honey, if you say so." the older boy winked and sauntered into the kitchen space, bending down and wiggling his butt purposely. Thomas laughed like it was the funniest thing.

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It's been a month since Newt moved in and Thomas and him were out in public when the first encounter happened. Newt was up at the counter ordering their lunch at this Chinese place Thomas loves when Thomas thought he'd seen Ben. The brunette stumbled out of his chair and into the bathroom, locking the door. Newt seen Thomas was missing and asked around, all the occupants of the restaurant pointing toward the bathroom.

"Thomas? Thomas, it's Newt. Please unlock the door." After five minutes of waiting for the other boy to unlock the door, Newt asked for the key to the bathroom. He unlocked the door to find Thomas sitting in the corner holding his hand. Newt saw mirror glass on the ground, shattered.

"Thomas, babe, what happened?" The blonde crouched down in front of the younger boy, reaching out to look at his hand but Thomas flinched like he'd been punched in the stomach.

"G-get away from me. Don't hurt me, Ben." Thomas spit the harsh words at Newt, Newt realizing Thomas thought Newt was Ben. "Tommy, I am not going to harm you. You're bleeding and I need to see your hand." That nickname, 'Tommy'. Only Newt called him that. Thomas looked up, a sliver of glass sticking out of his cheek, near his eye almost.

"Oh, Tommy.. What happened?" Thomas whimpered but answered him. "I saw Ben. He... He was standing at the other side of the restaurant. Take me home, Newt." Newt did just that. He carefully tore a strip off his shirt and wrapped it around Thomas' hand and pulled out the shard of glass from Thomas' cheek. He reassured Thomas that he was safe.

On the way out, Newt saw Ben.

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The boys arrived to Thomas' apartment, Newt told Thomas to go rest and the brunette simply nodded.

"Minho, I need to speak with you." Newt turned to Thomas' best friend. Minho's eyes seemed to gleam with worry after the sight of his friend.

"What is it?" Newt sighed and tried his hardest to keep his gaze on the man in front of him.

"I saw Ben today, recognized him from the photo in Thomas' wallet that I seen when Thomas gave me his wallet to pay for lunch. Thomas saw him too and locked himself in the bathroom. He wouldn't come out so I had to get the key and go in to get him. Minho... He punched the mirror-glass flew back at him, a shard landing in his cheek and his knuckles were bleeding." By the look in Minho's eyes, Newt backed away.

"You let my best friend sit alone?! He hurt himself because of you. Because you left him unattended. HOW STUPID ARE YOU!" Minho shouted and next thing Newt knew, Minho's fist was connecting with his cheek. "GET OUT!" The Asian roared at Newt. Newt scrambled to his feet, "Fuck you." He spat at Minho and walked out the door, slamming it with such force the windows rattled.

"Minho...?" Thomas' voice was barely audible when he spoke. "Where's Newt?" His eyes searched the space in front of him, no sign of the blonde anywhere.

"He left, guess he doesn't care like you thought." Minho shrugged, a blank expression on his face but his eyes gave himself away.

"No. No, you're a liar. He didn't leave. It's your fault. He left because of you!" Thomas' tone went from soft and fragile to loud and thundering. Minho reached to touch Thomas but the brunette swung his hand away.

"Don't touch me, Minho. You've done enough."

Thomas stormed out of the apartment in search of Newt. He's determined to find the man.