[TFBOYS][ Khải-Nguyên] Cotton Candies

* bung lụa * NÀY THÌ AU =)))

Mọi tội lỗi xin liên hệ French Vanilla Serie đã làm bà mẹ naỳ tự nghĩ nếu 2 đứa nhỏ mà cũng có kiểu như College!Au thì sẽ dư lào :v

Music : Cotton Candies – Top Combine ( vâng, là bài Kẹo bông gòn ấy )

Anh Vương vô sỉ, tôi là tôi thích hình tượng đấy nhất =))))

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Lần đầu tiên Vương Tuấn Khải gặp mặt Vương Nguyên là khi cả hai còn bé tí xíu xiu. Hồi ấy Nguyên Tử chỉ có bé xíu xiu như cái bánh mì nho nhỏ, được cuốn chặt trong chăn màu xanh da trời nhạt, chỉ có mỗi cái đầu nhỏ lơ thơ tóc mai là lộ ra. Nguyên Tử chỉ mới là đứa bé mới sinh thôi, còn rất bé bỏng, da lại rất mềm, còn rất thơm mùi sữa, mắt thì lúc nào cũng nhắm nghiền lại ngủ ngon, môi chúm chím tìm sữa, hai má lại hây hây như trái đào. Vương Tuấn Khải, nửa nằm, nửa ngồi bên cạnh cái bọc nho nhỏ ấy mà mắt mở to tròn nhìn cái bọc trước mắt, mắt mở to tròn lạ lẫm nhìn bảo vật đang thiu thiu ngủ trước mắt. Vương Tuấn Khải, khi ấy vừa tròn một tuổi, trước con mắt kinh ngạc của cả bốn bố mẹ Vương , vòng cánh tay tròn tròn của mình qua người bảo bối nho nhỏ, kéo sát vào lòng mình rồi quay lên mỉm cười thích thú, đuôi mắt khẽ cong lên.

Lớn hơn một chút, Vương Nguyên được mẹ Vương cho đi nhà trẻ. . Nguyên Tử lại mập mạp tròn trịa rất dễ thương nên ngày đầu đi học, mẹ Vương đã cho bé mặc áo len trắng với quần bông màu trắng, đầu lại đội mũ hình con cún, tay đeo găng cũng màu trắng, nhìn bé thực giống cái bánh trôi nho nhỏ. Bố Vương, thích thú trước hNguyên Tử lật đật chạy từ trong phòng ngủ ra, đã nhanh chóng lấy máy ảnh chụp lại vài kiểu, miệng tấm tắc khen.

- Nguyên Tử của ai mà đáng yêu quá nhỉ?

Vương Tuấn Khải, lúc ấy đang đứng cạnh mẹ, đợi tiểu Nguyên ở ngoài cửa để dẫn bé đi học, đã nhanh chóng chạy vào, bàn tay trần nắm chặt lấy bàn tay nho nhỏ đeo găng, nhìn bố Vương, giọng khẳng định chắc nịch :

- Nguyên Tử là của cháu.

À mà Nguyên Tử , đi nhà trẻ với Vương Tuấn Khải mới nhận ra là Khải ca được rất nhiều bạn thích nha. Các bạn trong nhà trẻ rất thích chơi với Khải ca của bé nha, từ xếp hình đến vẽ tranh nha, rồi học hát, học múa nữa nha, ai ai cũng thích được cùng nhóm với Khải ca nhaaa. Mà Khải ca cũng rất đáng ghét a, bắt bé ngồi yên trong lớp vẽ tranh, không được chạy lung tung, không được ra sân chơi với Khải ca và các bạn a ~ Bé không chịu đâu nha. Khải ca đáng ghét, đáng ghét, đáng ghét aaaaaa. Bỏ bé trong lớp với Nhị Hoành đang chơi đồ hàng với Thiên Thiên , bắt bé vẽ tranh mà không được chạy đi chơi bắn súng chíu chíu aaaaaa. Lát nữa mà về là bé giận Khải ca luôn, không chơi với Khải ca nữa, cho Khải ca khóc luôn !!!

Thiên Thiên đang ngồi cách đó một khoảng chợt thấy lạnh hết sống lưng. Ai da ai da ~ Phải đi kiếm áo khoác mặc vào a, gió Đông thổi vào tận lớp rồi  a ~ Một lúc sau, Vương Tuấn Khải, mặt mũi đỏ hết lên vì lạnh, trên người vẫn mặc áo bông to sụ, chạy ào vào lớp, ôm chầm lấy cục bông nho nhỏ đang giận dỗi ở một góc lớp, tay vẽ nguệch ngoạc lên tờ giấy đáng thương.

- Nguyên Tử ~~~ Vẽ tranh có vui không a ?

- Không vui  !

- Nguyên Tử a ? Ai chọc giận em à ? Nhị Hoành làm gì em a ?

- Em không chơi với anh nữa, đi đi. Khải ca đi đi. Ứ chơi với anh  nữa.

Bánh trôi nhỏ, môi đỏ chu chu giận dỗi, khoanh tay , hẩy cánh tay đáng ghét của ai kia ra khỏi vai mình, mặt xụ ra giận dỗi. Vương Tuấn Khải, không hiểu vì sao Nguyên Tử của mình lại tự dưng nổi giận, vẫn cứ ngoan cố lấy đứa nhỏ kia bọc lại trong vòng tay , miệng liến thoắng giải thích.

- Đi đi ! Đi mà chơi với Tiểu Ngũ đi !

Nguyên Tử, má đỏ hây hây, mếu máo, đôi bàn tay nhỏ nắm lại thành nắm đấm, đập thụp thụp vào người Khải gia, mắt đỏ như sắp khóc. Vương Tuấn Khải, thất kinh trước vẻ mặt ủy khuất của đứa nhỏ kia, mà vội vàng lôi từ trong túi ra một que kẹo mút hương dâu mới được cô giáo thưởng cho, ấn vào tay đứa nhỏ còn lại.

- Anh sai rồi Anh sai rồi. Cho Nguyên Nguyên nhé? Rồi mình huề nhé?

Vương Tuấn Khải, khi ấy 5 tuổi , vẫn cảm thấy Vương Nguyên là đứa nhỏ đáng yêu nhất trên đời. Dịu dàng lấy khăn tay ra chùi nước mắt tèm lem trên mặt đứa nhỏ kia, rồi vô thức nhìn Nguyên Tử má hây đỏ bóc vỏ kẹo cho vào miệng, môi cong lên mỉm cười. Thiên Thiên, ngồi cách đó một khoảng, bỗng rùng mình một cái rồi tự nhủ, không khí thật đúng là đầy mùi đường, chắc chắn nhà bếp đang làm bánh quy đường cho bữa xế !

Vương Nguyên , năm nay vào lớp Một, vẫn là ngàn lần không hiểu Vương Tuấn Khải có cái gì mà khiến ai cũng thích! Tại sao ,tại sao, là  tại sao a ??? Vương Tuấn Khải , năm nay lớp Hai, từ hồi vào trường đã được các chị lớp Năm gọi bằng tiểu Nam Thần, rồi được các chị thương yêu hết mực, mỗi sáng đều có trà sữa đặt trên bàn. Các chị đừng mua trà sữa nữa, Vương Tuấn Khải về căn bản là không thích trà sữa, Vương Nguyên, dù cho có rất thích ,  được cho uống nhiều tới mức sắp nổ tung rồi !!!! Thiên Thiên, đang ngồi chơi QQ phi xe với Hoành Nhi ở cuối lớp, liếc mắt nhìn tiểu Nam Thần lặng lẽ cầm ly trà sữa hướng phía khối Một thẳng tiến chợt không rõ Vương Tuấn Khải là thực sự không thích hay cố tình đem trà sữa đem cho a ?

Vương Tuấn Khải, năm nay chuẩn bị thi lên cao trung, vẫn hắc tuyến đầy đầu đem thư tình của các bạn học nữ gửi cho Bảo bối nhà hắn đốt cho bằng sạch. Bảo bối từ ngày vào trường đã được các bạn nữ và các chị rất yêu thương nha. Cứ hỏi một bạn nữ nào đó , chắc chắn bạn ấy sẽ trả lời “Nếu Vương Tuấn Khải được gọi là Nam Thần thì Vương Nguyên là Bảo bối!” Cái gì mà Bảo bối , ai cho mấy cô gọi Nguyên Tử nhà tôi như vậy? Ai cho mấy cô ngắm bảo vật của tôi nhiều như vậy? Mòn hết thì sao ? Mấy cô có đền được cho tôi một Vương Nguyên đáng yêu như vậy không a ?  Mấy cô có kiếm được Vương Nguyên thứ hai nào mà nghe lời  tôi, mà nhỏ bé vừa tay tôi, mà đáng yêu xinh đẹp như Vương Nguyên của Vương Tuấn Khải tôi không ? Vương Tuấn Khải, bốc khói đầy đầu, ngày ngày, tuần tuần vẫn chăm chỉ đem thư tình đi đốt. Lưu Chí Hoành, ngày ngày, tuần tuần vẫn đúng hẹn đem thư tình từ hộc bàn Vương Nguyên đưa tận tay Nam thần nào đấy. Dịch Dương Thiên Tỷ, mỗi sáng thứ Hai hằng tuần đều đứng đợi trước cửa nhà, đưa Vương Tuấn Khải một mồi lửa để đốt sạch đống giấy dày cộp trong tay. Vương Nguyên, ngày ngày, tuần tuần, đều tung tăng chạy sang nhà Vương Tuấn Khải để đi học, không hề để ý đến đám khỏi bốc lên trước cửa nhà mỗi sáng thứ Hai, miệng liến thoắn kể chuyện cười thiếu muối, vô tư cười trong ánh mắt ôn nhu của người kia.

Vương Nguyên, cho đến ngày nói câu ” Con đồng ý” vẫn không biết thư tình của mình bị đốt. Vương Tuấn Khải, cho đến ngày lồng chiếc nhẫn vào bàn tay nho nhỏ của người kia, vẫn không biết được lý do tại sao Bảo bối lại giận dỗi chuyện mình đi chơi với Tiểu Ngũ. Vương Khải Nguyên,  lâu lâu vẫn không hiểu tại sao baba lại bắt papa xuống đất ngủ.Papa hay ôm Khải Nguyên rồi tỉ tê thế này, là vì trời đang rất lạnh, baba của Khải Nguyên lại rất ấm, nên papa mới muốn ” vận động thân thể” một chút đã bị baba đá khỏi giường… Papa của Khải Nguyên thật đáng thương …  Cả nhà chỉ có bé yêu papa… Cả bá Thiên Thiên, dù có bồng tiểu Ngọc Tỷ trong tay, cũng  cười đến miệng ngoác tận mang tai khi Khải Nguyên kể chuyện đó cho bá nghe. Lão Thiên gia aaaa !!! Papa bé quả thật phải nằm dưới đất rất đáng thương mà !!!

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[TMR][Thominewt] The Royal Blue Room: Enough For A Life Time

TRIGGER WARNING :

PANIC ATTACK !

ALCOHOLIC !

Minho immediately knocks the father off his knees and stumbles onto the bed, hugging the blonde boy into his arms. Teresa and Thomas instantly on their feet and form a human barrier between the man and the bed, their eyes darken while their arms spread wide. Newt’s back turns to the man, his small forms twitching in Minho’s arms, his scream still echoing in the their head. Minho holds the boy as close to to his chest as possible, his dark eyes glares at the man with a dangerous look. Newt grabs chis chest in pain, his breathing sallow and short. His surrounding is a surreal and confusing. He cannot feel anything , not Minho’s arms around his chest tightly or Teresa’s outburst at the man called himself his father. Minho tighten his hug around Newt’s form, breathing deeply and whisper into the boy ear.

- Hey hey… Little one … Breath. Count with me. One , two , three…Breathe in and out …

- Fo… Four… Five… Six… Seven.. Eight…Nine…Te…Ten…

- Good job Newt.. I’m here okay? Tommy and Teresa are also here. We are here with you.

Minho whispers into the British boy’s ear, trying to calm him down .After a while, Newt’s panic died out but his breaths are heavy and his head hurt, his arms grips tightly around the Asian boy’s back to seek for a control and his legs wraps around Minho’s hip. and. Minho strokes his back steadily, pulls the cover nearer and throw it over the boy’s shaking form.

Teresa, otherwise, is glaring at the man with pure hatred in her eyes. She turns her head to look at Thomas and Minho’s unexplained expression. Minho gently puts his hands outside of the sheet over Newt’s ears, his eyes twitches to look at his best friends. Thomas gets the signal and turns his head to look at William, pulls his phone out of his pocket.

- You are not welcome at this house Mister Newton. Please get out before I call the police.

- You can’t… He is my son !

- Please. This will be the only time.

The man stares at the quartet with pure angriness before kicks the wooden door open and storms off down the staircase, knocking off some flowers pots on his way out. Thomas immediately jumps onto the bed the moment William is out of his sight, wrapping his arms over Minho and Newt, tears bickering at the corner of his eyes. Teresa joins in, wrapping her arms over the boys, but not before cover all of them in one of the spare bed sheet, snuggling in for warmth.

- Oh my Lord… I am so sorry Newt… So so sorry …

Thomas sobs into the cover over Newt’s head, wrapping his arms tightly around Minho’s shoulder. Teresa feels the tears in her eyes, but she has to be strong, for them right now at least. She breaths in a deep breathe and signs out loudly, trying to hold back her tears. Left the boys behind with some private , she goes down to the kitchen to put on a kettle of water and prepare some linden tea. Her thought goes back to Newt’s scream and she cannot holds back the feeling of horror she felt. It was all of a big bubble of terror and confusion. She has a lot of questions, but she knows it’s not a right time to seek for answers. Not right now.

By the time the water boils, Teresa hears Thomas’s footsteps echo across the hall on top of the kitchen, follow by Minho’s heavy ones. For a moment, Teresa thought that Newt will not come down with them but then she saw the little boy tiredly smiles at her from the inside of his blankets on Minho’s arms. She replies him with a kindly smile and pours the boiling water into a white porcelain teapot.

- Do you want milk or sugar Newt ?

- I …

Thomas pats him gently on his arm with a blank face and the boy immediately gets the message. He looks at her with a spark of happiness in his brown eyes and replies.

- Milk, please. And thank you.

- You’re welcome.

- You never ask us Teresa.

Thomas starts complaining about how unfair she is to them and ends up with a whack on the head from his best girl friend, which cause Minho to chokes a little bit on his tea and Newt’s smile. Teresa brings the cup to her lips and let the hot liquid takes away all the stressful feeling in her system. She smiles at Thomas softly.

- I never ask because I know what do you idiots want your tea to be. Now stop complaining, finish that tea and make me some of your awesome scramble eggs please. Oh gosh I’m starving.

She hops up to the stall, smiling brightly at Thomas. Newt holds the hot cup between his hands, breathes in the wonderful aroma , all warmth and safe in his friends’ protection, he finally found peace.

For the next couple of weeks, the trio stays at home and cleaning around the garden. There are a lot of stuffs that got left behind from the previous owners. They found some kind of children’s scooters and skateboards outside in the warehouse, Thomas even found some antique teapots and a set of silverwares in the basement . Minho planed on open a garage sale when they got enough stuffs. . In the afternoon, Thomas will be their chef and cooks their dinner while Newt jumping up and down around the house, excited about everything , with Minho glares at him over his books. There are time when Thomas and Minho had to went out to bought some stationery for their new Fall Semester starting in early September, so Teresa will come over to keep the little boy’s company.

Chuck learnt about Newt a week later. It was a late windy evening, the kid came over to talked to Thomas about his new game on Wii and Newt just happened to walking around in their garden in his white hoodie. Needless to say, the kid was terrified and scared the blonde boy a little bit about his bawling and screaming but after a while, they seemed to kinda like each other. Chuck told Newt about some science trivias while Newt’s eyes widen with excitement and the British kid asked for Chuck to have slumber party with him. That request cause Minho to talked to the mother of Darwin’s family and asked for her permission to ” kidnap” her son. But she said yes and Chuck just generally too excited about being free of his mom’s control. Teresa moved in a couple of days later, saying at her roommate, Brenda , left her alone to visit her relatives in New Mexico . She will stay with them until her Fall Semester at Technology Institute starts in October.

The house suddenly becomes too crowded with three boys and a girl , fighting over 2 bathroom every morning. Chuck always complains about how long Teresa takes to finish her daily morning routine and Minho starts to grumbles about everyone are too noisy for him to read. Thomas and Teresa cleans around the place and put all the stuffs they found in the basement, putting names of those things on a list for their garage sale. Newt just following Chuck around the place while the two of them make as much noise as they can until Minho screams and drags Newt into his bedroom to shut the kid up with a brand new encyclopedia.

All was well until one early morning, Teresa woke up from her slumber in their blanket fort in the living room because of banging noise on their front door. She turns her head sleepily to check on all her friends and finds out that everyone is still sleeping. Minho and Thomas makes a Newt sandwich in front of the TV, her stolen magenta blanket keeps them warm while Chuck snoring loudly next to their bowl of popcorn, clutching his teddy bear in his hand. Putting on her sweater, she first thought it was some advertisment people or social workers but then she realise it is a Sunday. All her sense suddenly go tense, a unsafe feeling crispe into her spine and makes her blood run cold. Suddenly, she does not feel sleepy anymore. Turns her head to look at the fort in the living room, Teresa walks slowly to the front door. She carefully looks at the peep-hole to see a tiny lady in a black dress waiting on the porch. Her hair is put up to be an loose up -do and her hands are in black gloves, she is cover in a layer of black clothing from top to toes. She knocks on the door once more time and takes a step back, patiently waiting.

- Who is that ?

Minho’s sudden voice makes Teresa jumps. Her heart beats loudly in her chest. Minho sleepily look at her, his hands in his hoodie pocket. She shakes her head, gestures him to look at the peephole . He takes a look then suddenly grabs her shoulder, hissing through his teeth while his face turns into a shade of grey.

- Call Thomas. Bring Newt down to the basement. That’s Veronica. Quick !

Teresa’s blood runs cold. She runs into the fort, shakes Thomas awake, panicky hits him on the arm while screaming his name. Thomas groans while pulls Newt closer into his embrace for warmth, no sight of waking up.

- Thomas ! Tom ! Veronica Newton is here ! Veronica is here ! Thomas ! Wake the shuck up !

The moment the word ” Veronica” escapes her lips, Thomas jerks awake with his eyes open wide. Chuck already awake and runs to the front door with Minho a few second ago, his teddy bear abbadon on the floor. Thomas turns to look at her with his eyes full of panic.

- Quick ! Minho told you to bring Newt to the basement. Come on !

Thomas tries to shakes the other boy awake but finally decides just picks him up and rush down to the basement, carrying the sleeping kid in his arms. Teresa quickly turns on the coffee maker and hop two slices of bread into the toaster, trying to put up a normal morning scene. At the front door, Minho breathes in a deep breathe and opens the door with a smile on his lips.

- Good morning madame. How may I help you?

Two years of business major charms Minho learnt from college does not seem to affect the lady. Veronica is tiny and elegant, her blue eyes sweeps over his face, her lips presses tight. Her gloved fingers steppling together , her shoulders rises high. Minho suddenly feels scare of the tiny woman in front of him. Chuck glances out from behind him , turns his head to see Teresa nervously standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Veronica puts her small hand in front of Minho.

- Oh hello. My name is Veronica Newton. May I come in?

- Sure madame. Your family built this place after all .Please come in. I just moved in a couple of week ago with my friends, but one of them still sleeping. My name is Minho and Teresa is in the kitchen. The kid, Chuck is our little friend.

Minho shakes her little hand and she smiles at him sweetly and Minho suddenly realise Newt has his charms from his mother. Chuck guides her into their kitchen slash dining room where Teresa pretends to prepare breakfast. She smiles sweetly at Veronica while her hands moving smoothly with the butter knife to spread peanut butter on a slice of bread. The coffee maker brewing softly on the counter. The lady sits down onto their dining table, looking around with a lost expression on her beautiful face. Minho sits down in front of her, smiling from across the table. His eyes secretly asks Teresa about Newt and she nods quietly. Chuck moves to stand next to Teresa, pretending that he is helping her with the jelly.

- Madame. May I ask what brings you here?

- Oh nothing in particular actually. I wonder if the company told you about the blue bedroom upstair? I just want to take a look at it.

Minho shots Teresa an asking look, waiting for her decision. Teresa looks back at him with a blank face and nods quietly. Chuck runs quickly to the staircase, acting as a kid butler to distract the lady from Minho and Teresa’s nervousness. They follow the lady to the blue bedroom, where she asks for a moment of privacy. Minho glances at Teresa and she continue to nods quietly.

- Sure madame. We will wait for you downstair. Just call if you need anything please.

- Thank you.

Veronica smiles once more time before gently close the door behind her. The trio does not miss a second and all rushes down to the basement where Thomas is sitting on one of the old couches they found someday earlier, hugging Newt closes to his chest. The blonde kid is awake, but still does not understand what is happening and seems to be scared a little bit. Minho quickly gives both of them a hug and hops onto an armchair with Teresa while Chucks keep them an eye at the end of the stair leads to the first floor. Thomas covers Newt’s ears with his hands, whispers softly.

- What does she want ?

- She wants to takes a look at the blue bedroom. No idea why .

Newt turns his head to looks at Minho, his arms spread wide, asking for a hug. Minho’s heart melt under his dreamy gaze, he walks over to gives the blonde kid a hug but then Newt crawls onto Minho’s lap and curls himself up. He smiles and exhales softly.

- You’re warmer than Tommy. But Tommy is softer.

His statement makes Teresa gags a little bit and Chuck burst out laughing. Thomas ‘s face turns to the shade of a tomato while Minho chuckles, petting Newt’s hair. Suddenly there are banging and screaming noises from outside of the front door, Minho and Thomas quickly exchange a look before Minho puts his little boy into Thomas’s lap and cover the blonde head with his blanket, whispers.

- Cover his ears. Please stay safe for me, both of you.

Then he runs to the first floor, following Teresa and Chuck. As they predict, Newt’s father is standing in front of the door, banging and screaming about” you bloody twats” . Minho exhales sharply, calming himself down before swings the door open. His friends by his side.

- You are not welcome her sir. Please leave.

- My wife is in there. I have all the rights !

William Newton is a mess, his breathes smells of alcohol and he seems to haven’t sleep for days. There are purple bags under his eyes and his skin are a shade of angry red. His clothes are dirty and he does not seem to be anywhere near sober. Minho stands in front of the threshold, blocking him from enter the house.

- Not in this state sir. Please leave. You are making me very uncomfortable. And you are in my personal property sir.

- Look. I understand you don’t want me to see the kid, alright? I just want to take my wife home. She is sick, very sick. Please.

William suddenly lowers his voice, making himself vulnerable and small. He is miserable and somehow, despite all things, Minho feels bad for him. Veronica, tiny and elegant Veronica, who went out of the bedroom when she heard her husband’s voice, is standing on the middle of the staircase, her pupils dialect., her voice breaking.

- Who are you talking about Will? Which kid?

- Oh sweet Veronica. I’m so sorry…

William pushes Minho to the side, leaves him speechless, holding his wife in his arms. Veronica looks at the trio, her eyes are a sea of betrayal, Teresa’s heart suddenly beats fast in her chest, she feels dangerous, she feels unsafe. The black clothing lady looks at Teresa deeps in the eyes, her lips moving.

- Where is Newt? Where is my son?

Veronica stands up, pushes her husband to side, moving closer to the brunette. Teresa takes a step back in defense, Minho and Chucks move to the front of her, they both pray nothing can really go out of their control. Teresa feels the sweats damp her neck, she feels tiny in front of the women in front of her, and she knows, both of the boys feel the same. Veronica is a dangerous threat, she is not as simple as she appear to be. They are confuse, they don’t know who to believe but themselves. Everything is too risky, too confusing.

- Newt is dead madame. He died years ago. On his 16th birthday.

- Oh yes. I know he is. But his soul is here. He got taken away from me. But he is here. I PUT HIM HERE.

Minho’s blood runs cold. He hears Chuck glups next to him. He suddenly feel something odds Something just happened, something just slips out of his control. And when he finally realise, it was all too late.

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Thomas’s screams fills the house with terror as Minho’s heart misses a beat. He rushes down the hallway and to the basement, where Newt is covering his ears and pressing his eyelids together, make himself into a ball, sobbing violently in a corner of the couch, his blanket felt on the ground. William’s eyes are wild of madness, his right hand is holding tight onto something. His laughs insanely echo in the dark basement. Thomas still form lays on the carpeted floor boils the blood in Minho’s veins. Teresa and Chucks rush next to their friends. Teresa holds onto Newt and covers his ears with her hands while Chuck hold Thomas’s head in his lap, checking if he was any frackle skull.

- This is enough. Put that thing down and leave. NOW.

Minho hissed between his teeth, pointing at the thing in William’s hand. Teresa looks at it in confusion. The father of the Newton’s family is holding on an antique locket attached to a long metal chain. Newt’s sobs become less violent, but he still keeps his eyes shut and Thomas has not show any sign of regain consciousness. Minho stands still, his dark eyes burns with hatress. Veronica stands behind him, the look in her eyes are horror, then she sees Newt’s shaking form in Teresa’s arms. Her legs rushes on the carpeted floor but William stops her with his muscular arm.

- Oh my sweet Veronica. No you can’t.

- Give it back to me William.

Veronica’s eyes sparkle with madness. She hissed under her breathe, holding her palm up in front of her. She is tiny next to her husband, but the aura she has is dangerous. Teresa worriedly looks down on the boy in her lap, whispers into his ear.

- Hey.. Newt.. Everything is alright… Just shut your eyes tight for me okay. We are here for you.

Chuck, who is standing no more than a meter away from the parents, feels some consciousness in his friend, looking fancily at the locket. Not being able to hold himself back, he suddenly asks.

- What is that?

William glares at the kid with madness in his eyes, like a predator ready to eat its prey alive. Swinging the chain in his hand, his voice mockingly at his wife.

- Oh sweet Veronica. Tell them. Tell them what is this toy of yours?

The black clothing lady looks at him angrily, but no words escape her lips. Minho moves closers to them, but also blocking the only way out of the basement. He looks over the space to look at Newt and Teresa , sitting at the furthest corner. Signing Chuck to moves a half-conscious Thomas farther from the parents anything sinister happens, Minho inhales sharply, waiting for the answer.

William looks at his wife mockingly, his voice fills with pure disgust.

- Oh so I will tell them then. So 10 years ago, when our poor sweet Isaac died, my lovely wife here decided to make a bloody rituals to keep his soul living . In this locket is a lock of hair used to be on his blonde little head. This sinful thing is the only thing that connect my little Isaac with the living world. Such tragic heh little one ?

” – We found it.. A few weeks ago… In Newt’s room, under the bed… .”Minho gulps , finishing his line.

- YOU ARE THE REASON WHY HE IS DEAD ! YOU KILL HIM ! YOU MONSTER !

Veronica screams and suddenly launches her tiny form onto his muscular one, grabs the locket out of his hand and throw it away before he kicks her in the stomach and she falls. She holds herself into a ball, hugging her stomach hurtfully.

- HE SHOULD BE DEAD THE MOMENT HE WAS BORN YOU EVIL WITCH ! HE WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE BORN !

Minho launches himself at William, finding his disadvantages in their height difference. He turns to face the man, jerks his knee up, hitting the brown haired man in the face and kicks him in the balls, lock him down onto the floor, arms behind his back. Minho kicks him one more time on his side to stop the twitching, hissing angrily from above the man’s back.

- Don’t you dare to move you klunk.

Thomas groans, crawling over to Teresa while Chuck runs to check up on lady seems fine even though she still holding her stomach. She grabs onto Chuck’s leg, whisper.

- Let me see him. Please. Let me look at him.

Chuck nods, his face twitching. Helping the woman onto her feet, they both move closer to Teresa, who is hugging Newt and Thomas looks at her weirdly. She gets down on her knees, holding her hand in front of Newt, who is hiding his face away from his mother. Teresa looks at her sadly while Thomas pulling himself into sitting position, asking Teresa to hand the boy over to him. Newt, who is pinning himself onto Thomas’s body the moment Teresa let him goes, wrapping his arms over brunet ‘s neck, looking into thin air panicky.

Thomas runs his fingers through Newt’s golden locks, patting his back gently. He whispers soothingly into the boy’s ear, Thomas’s blue eyes meet Minho’s dark ones.

- Please, little one, it’s alright. She loves you. We are here, nothing can harm you. I promise.

Teresa touches Veronica’s hand, smiling softly at her, asking her to be patient. The lady nods quietly, her make up smuggled with tears, her arms hold out in front of her. Chuck dials 911 on his phone, informs them that the police will come in 10 minutes. Minho puts his weight onto the struggling man, keeping him flat on the floor. He looks at Newt and Thomas, trying to calm the blonde boy.

- Please little one ? Just let her look at you , nothing can harm loves you as much as we love you. We promise, okay?

Newt turns his head to look at Minho, then glances over to look at Thomas , his brown eyes meet Thomas’s blue ones. Teresa also looks at him fondly, waiting for his decision. Then slowly, he turns his head, facing his mother and slowly open his eyes. Veronica cover her mouth to hold back a sob, big droplets of tears drooling on her face. She puts her lean arms over Newt’s shoulders, pulling him closer to her chest, her right hand petting his blonde hair.

- Oh Newt, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry sweetheart…

Newt awkwardly leans into her hug, wrapping his arms around her back , patting it gently. His head leans into her shoulder, his voice is small.

- Please don’t cry…

- Oh sweetie, I should not do that to you… I should not …

Veronica cries into Newt’s shoulders, her tears makes everyone’s hearts aches and the air is suddenly hard to breathe in . Until after the police came took Williams away, she is still sobbing quietly, her hand clutching to the silver locket. Newt disappeared when the police came, but now, he is standing in the corner of the kitchen, his head rests on Minho’s shoulder while he looks unintentionally into the thin air. His brown eyes blinking sadly. Thomas holds Newt’s right hand, caressing it gently while Minho holds onto Newt;s thin frame. The three boys remains quiet, just themselves are enough for the whole world.

Teresa smiles at the scene, she puts a hand on Veronica’s shoulder, gives it a small squeeze and smiles. She looks at the trio in the corner of the kitchen, her heart finally feels at peace. Veronica stands up, sweeping the tears out of her eyes, she moves closer to the boys.

- Newt. Have you decide yet? It is no rush, you can have more time if you want.

Newt’s golden brown eyes look at his mother with a spark of sadness. And he nods. Teresa holds onto Chuck, patting his back gently and the kid is almost in tears. Newt smiles at his mother, step one step up and spread his arms wide, giving his mother a hug. Patting her back softly, he whispers into her ear.

-I’m sorry Mom…

He smiles at her sadly then takes a step back into Minho’s waiting embrace. Teresa smiles and Chuck burst into tears, she pats his chubby back emathyly. Thomas smiles at the lady, tips toe gives her another tight hug.

-We will take good care of him madame. Please don’t worry.

And Veronica smiles, patting Thomas’s head gently. She sweeps the tears out of her eyes, she pulls Thomas’s hand out in front of her, then puts the silver locket into his hand, pulling Minho’s other hand to cover over it. She gives them a couple of pats on the connection and smiles at the boys. Newt looks at her sorrowfully.

- Please take good care of him. And thank you, all of you, thank you.

She turns to walk down the hallway leading to the front door, into the darkness. Newt’s brown eyes follow her tiny form until she gets out of his sight. His lips open and close but he remains speechless. Instead, he turns to hugs Minho tightly in his arms while Thomas holds onto the both of them and sink slowly to the kitchen wooden floor. Teresa sweeps the tears out of her eyes, patting Chuck the crying baby a couple of time on his back, a smile on her lips.

They never asked Newt why he died and he never mention it. He forgot it long time ago, he told them once. They know he is lying but they leave it as how it is. Veronica still keeps in touch with Teresa, sometimes she send the lady some photos from their trips to Europe and Canada. Veronica is happy, knowing her son is in good care. She usually comes over for tea once in a while. Newt is happy whenever is mother’s car comes into their driveway although he never really says so.

Minho and Thomas finally learn what really happened on Newt’s 16th birthday night through a police officer. They never tell another single soul that William supposes to checked on his son , but he was drunk that night and Veronica was sick, she was too weak to get out off bed that faithful night. Newt died from a heart failure because his father was too drunk to check on him and his mother is too helpless. Their parents never have a happy marriage as many people though so. William never be home for Newt’s birthday, he would be out in bars , drinking away the sorrowfulness of his life, the sorrowfulness of having a kid, as he said in the police reports. He found out about Veronica’s rituals one day and he hid the locket away from her, putting up a story about her sickness and moved away, leaving the locket behind. Thomas and Minho never tells a single soul about it. They live happily with their little one, as if the incident in the basement never happen. Newt is happy and so are they. And that’s enough for a life time.

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[TMR][Minewt] Hold Your Hand

Extra 1 of French Vanilla Serie

Extras are oneshots that do not have the same timeline as the rest of the serie . This one will take place about 1 year after they graduated from WKCD.

I also would like to inform that I am very sorry but French Vanilla will be put on hold for a few weeks as my Final is in January. I am in Grade 11 and school is getting very stressful. I will try my best to write more during Winter Break and Spring Break but for now, my apologise for putting this serie on hold. I will not drop it , I promise :D

Gift for suniansunian and brainsbang @lofter.com . Thank you for the beautiful fanarts you drew for French Vanilla xD

Link to the fanarts :

http://brainsbang.lofter.com/post/302546_3eec38a

http://suniansunian.lofter.com/post/30660e_41e86d3

Did I even say that I dedicated this whole serie to natsusora@AO3.com  ? Yes, yes , it is.

Music :  小手拉大手  , cover by 王俊凯 and 王源

( Roughly translated the name of the song is Small hand holding Bigger Hand , cover by Karry Wang and Roy Wang <3 I still like the cover version more than the original one tho…   )

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They never have time to be together anymore. It’s tragic, but they are helpless in changing it. Their life is now surrounding by busy schedules . Newt is the new coming star, most of his weekdays are spent on film sets, and his weekends are the list of endless interviews and photo ops, he never be at home. Minho is studying for his Ph.D in Psychology, his days are busy  with countless projects and assignments, his weekdays are all involve studying and working part time at the hospital, his weekends are spent finishing his homeworks and assignment, he never have time for Newt. When Minho started on his Ph.D diploma courses, Newt already finished filming his first movie, his name is on every celebrities magazines as the next Hollywood’s wonder , since then, Newt started to receive countless of movies and TV shows offers. They start to see each other less and less but they understand the requirement of Newt kind of career and Minho is okay with it. He wants to support Newt’s dream and talent while he studying for his diploma in university. At least they are living in the same city, and every morning he can see the small shadow of his beautiful boyfriend showering in the steamy bathroom, sometimes, even joining him.

However, it was all alright until one day Minho jerks awake from him sleep because of  an unexplained bad feeling, his heart racing in his chest , aching weirdly. His sweats forming on his forehead and his blood suddenly runs cold. Then, his heart nearly stops beating and he jumps out of bed when his phone on the bedstand start vibrating , making weird annoying buzzing noise on the wooden surface. Grabbing his phone, Minho knows something is wrong even before pressing the answer tab. It is Newt’s manager , Minho’s hand curling around his phone tightly, his knuckles turns white.

-Minho ? Hello ? Minho ! Please, listen to me. First, are you standing anywhere dangerous ?

- No…

- Please, listen to me, Minho, Newt got injured on set.It’s pretty bad. The ambulance just drove him to …. MINHO ! MINHO !

Dear God, please, you can break my soul, take me away, beat me, hurt me, kill me, but please, for the love of God, please don’t touch him … Please, let him come back to me safe and sound, please don’t hurt him, don’t make him in pains, please, oh Lord … It’s almost a prayer in Minho’s head, repeating itself as his imagination fucks him around. In his years working at the hospital, he already saw so many injuries, so many deaths, so many bodies that lays still and cold, their heart stop beating, their lungs stop breathing, and their tears ran dried. It scared him so bad, that one day, his Newt will also be one of them, laying on the cold hard ground ,  bathing him in fresh red blood, his last breath leaving him as an angel takes him away.

Minho doesn’t know how, but somehow, he gets to the UCLA Medical Centre. He knows the place, he works there, he saw so many injuries from filming sets , from as tiny little as a broken leg  to a stunt gone wrong. Minho rushes into the hospital with just his shirt and jeans on, his phone clutched tight in his hand, his eyes widen from fear and worried. He doesn’t even remember how did he get here. By car maybe. He suddenly scared of the hospital,  standing in front of the front door as a patient’s next of kin, not knowing how bad the condition is.

- Minho ! Why are you here ?

The guy at the reception desk asks him softly, his eyes worried. They haven’t come out with their relationship yet. In a world where people still having a thing about sexuality, it’s not a smart decision for both Newt’s and his life. Minho clutched his phone harder in his hand, feeling the sting from the lack of blood in his right hand. Gally was his instructor on his first week, he is a physiatrist and a trainer for work experience students from UCLA.  Minho sallow driedly, his dark eyes widen. Gally worriedly cover his hand over Minho’s shaking one, asking again.

- Hey hey, what’s wrong?

- I need to find Newt, Isaac Newton.

Gally pats Minho’s hand a couple of time. Laughing mindlessly.

- I don’t even know …

- I am his next of kin Gally … Please…

The British boy’s laugh froze in mid air. His head snaps back to his friend. He doesn’t know … Oh Lord … It is hospital’s rules… Celebrities’ check in into the hospital are secret, they are not suppose to tell anyone and they all pretend that they don’t know anything until the manager’s final decision. It’s a sensitive subject, especially in the heart of the world’s entertainment industry. Gally, who is trying to sallow all the information into his head, quickly drag Minho into an empty hallway right next to the Main Hall. He looks at his friend worriedly. Minho’s bright and playful, it is somehow scary to see him like this.

- Look. The paparazzi’s didn’t know so please, if you love him, please put yourself together. He is in surgery right now. From what I heard, he fell from a high set , was having a concussion when he arrived. Look… Don’t worry okay . He will be alright…

Patting on Minho’s board shoulder, Gally realises his work is not easy, not at all. He never really has to comfort a patient’s family as a part of his work. But, standing right here, covering up a broken friend, it is hard and heart broken. Minho’s face is turning white as a sheet, his breath sallow, holding back unshed tears. Grabbing Gally’s shoulder hardly, he whispers through his teeth.

- No… Gally… You don’t understand … He has a limp. You saw it. You told me , remember? His leg is already fucked up… It cannot ….

That’s when Gally’s heart stop. He knew. He remember. He once told Minho over beers that he knew the glorious, new star Isaac Newton is covering up a limp. He is a physiatrist, he takes one look at the guy and he knows Newton’s leg cannot handle another injurie and still let the guy walking freely. Minho didn’t reply to that statement, just cover it up with a mindless laugh and drinking his beer. He even remember Minho’s eyes glowing at the appearance of Newton when they watched the actor’s movie on the Main Hall’s televisions during their night shift together. He just simply though Minho was a fan… Not a boyfriend, not a next of kin.

- Look Minho… He will be alright, okay? I am taking my name to say this to you. He will be alright. I will lead you to the ER right now, okay? Just so it’s not suspicious.

As Minho slowly nods, looking down on his feet, trying to hide his tears, Gally pats him a couple of time on the back and leads him out of the empty hallway. Immediately, he sees thousands of flashlight outside of the front door. Paparazzis, they are here. It is almost like running from a deathly creatures, Minho’s head snap up from his feet, his lips put on a fake smile.  Since the day the paparazzis start to realise that Newt does not show interest in having a girlfriend or getting into any relationships scandals, the paparazis start to put their attention on all of their friends in order to get a hot story. Minho turns his back to the front door, hissing through his teeth.

- Act cool. They know I work here. It is not a problem. Now, act cool and go to the telecom, call for me to some random wards near the ER. I can take care
here. They have ears everywhere. Please Gally.

- Okay. I will be at ER immediately after I sort everything out.

- Thanks.

Minho smiles at Gally quickly before the other boy turn and walk away from the Main Hall to the staff room. Meanwhile, the Asian doctor in training quickly sneaks a clipboard from the receptionist table, put his phone down and pretend like he is writing something on it, making him look busily doing his job. His phone vibrates on the table, showing a text from Thomas, who is suppose to be rocking the District of Columbia Office with his politics.

From : Thomas E.

To : Minho P.

I will be there in the next 2 hours. I am so sorry Minho. 

” Minho Park, please go to Microbiology Wards immediately. Minho Park to Microbiology immediately. Thank you “

The telecom announces through though the hospital, Minho picks up his phone, pretending like he is walking very casually to the other side of the Main Hall. As soon as he is out of sight of the cameras and flash lights, Minho rushes on his two feet, his brain reminding him of his prayer with every step he makes. Please, dear God, please let him come back with me safe and sound, please let me once again put the smile on his face. He is too young, too ambitious to deserve this. There are still so many things he wants to do, there are still so many things we want to do. My ring for him is still in my safe, my proposal is still unsaid. Please, dear Lord, please give him back to me. Please don’t let angels take away his legs, please don’t take away his dream. Please , please , please…

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- Minho ! Minho ! Hey ! Babe ! Hey hey ! Wake up !

Newt climbs on top of Minho, trying to hold his thrashing boyfriend still on their bed. He jerks  awake just minutes ago with a horrified scream from Minho’s lips. His arms and legs twisting in the cover harshly, his lips keep mumbling incohesive words, his eyes stay close. Newt is terrified, Minho never has such a bad nightmare, his whole body is shaking , his hair is damp with sweats , his teeth clattering together. Suddenly, Minho jerks awake with a loud scream of something Newt cannot identified, falling of the bed as his legs got trap inside the bed cover.

- Newt ! Newt ! Where are you?

Newt jumps over to the other side, technically throwing himself into Minho’s arms, tears start to fall out of his caramel eyes. He gets it , he gets it. Minho is scared. He is confused. Minho was having a nightmare about him. Hugging his shaking boyfriend in his two arms, Newt whispers hysterically into the Asian boy’s ears, his tears damp Minho’s shirt.

- Minho, Minho , I’m here, I’m here. I’m safe. No one can harm me. I am here in your arms. Alright?

- Newt … Newt … Oh my gosh… I thought I lost you… Newt … My Newt… Please…

Minho , who is still shaking very badly, slowly cupping Newt’s small face in his shaking hands , kissing his lips, his eyes, his nose, his forehead. He is scare, so scare. He wants to make sure that Newt is still alive and well in his arms, hugging him tightly, not on some cold hospital surgery desk, dying without him by his side. He wants to memorise every inch of Newt’s face, every beats of Newt’s heart, every words Newt’s said. He wants to hold his hand and run away from the world, from the responsibility, from the expectations that everyone looking for in them. He wants just the two of them on an exotic island, Newt sleeping soundly on his arm while he listening to the sound of the waves coming onto the shore. He wants to see Newt smiling happily on the top of Machu Picchu, joking around with some llamas and glowing like an angel under the shining sun. He just wants to hold Newt’s hand and protect him from all harm, from this day forward, to love him , to cherish him, to take care of him, through sickness, through health, for richer, for poorer , until after death pull them apart . And Minho knows, tomorrow, when the bank opens, he will go in there, ask for his safe and takes out his ring. He is going to call Thomas, Gally, Teresa, Alby, Chuck and Ben. He is going to find Newt on his filming set, and kneels down on his knee, takes Newt’s soft little hand in his rough bigger one , look deeply into those gorgeous amber eyes , and ask

” Isaac Newton, would you marry me?”

_END_ 

[TMR][Minewt] Everything Has Changed

The continuation of ” Crush ” , part of French Vanilla serie .

Thanks for reading !

I had to look through my ” Inside The Maze Runner ” photobook again to wrote this chapter. I am having a otp-struck right now.

Excuse me for all the cheesy stuffs I wrote.

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The moment Thomas sees the looks in Newt’s caramel eyes, he knows he would be one of the best men. Minho is standing at their door, all charming and bright in his blue denim shirt, perfect hair and wide smile. Meanwhile, Thomas ‘s poor roommate, who is currently under a lovestruck, gulping  quietly behind him, peeking his eyes over Thomas’s shoulder. The brunet intentionally moves over to one side so that the two of them can easily look at each other, smiling playfully at the Korean kid. Newt , who is now feeling like he got betrayed by his best friend, smiles shyly at the visitor, his hand unintentionally plays with the cuff-link of his shirt.

Minho inhales a large gulp of precious air before returns Newt with a toothy smile.He remembers listening some Kpop songs from his ex-girlfriend about how a girl take a guy’s breath away. He never really understand the concept until now, when he standing in front of Newt, all gorgeous and blindingly handsome. His crimson red shirt fit around his frame nicely, the cuffs of his shirt hugging his small wrists, the curves of his shoulders  on the silk materials. His dreamy caramel eyes that holding thousands of amber crystals, his blonde hair that softer than the softest clouds. Newt is not short, not at all, but somehow, he still looks tiny and cute, like one of those porcelain dolls that Minho’s mom has in her cabinet. He almost looks like a baby, a Peter Pan that never grow up. His face is still holding to look of childhood with pink lips, soft healthy skin and playful eyes. He heard Ben, a one of those rare guys that have time to be in both Theater and PhysEd, talks about how awesomely wonderful Newt is , and yeah, the British boy totally lives up to rumors about him. Minho never thought that he could think of those things about anyone, and yet, here he is, writing a lovestruck poem about how blindingly attractive his best friend’s roommate is.

Newt pretty sure that his brain is currently offline right now. He cannot control what is he thinking about , like his brain is not even his anymore. All he can think of his how perfect the boy in front of him is. Like how great he looks in that denim materials , or how perfectly he styled his hair, or how deep and warm his dark eyes are. Even his posture is attractive, the way his hands nervously hiding in his jeans pocket, his breathe uneven, his back muscles tenses perfectly. He heard girls in his classes talks about how breath-taking Minho Park is, but he usually does not put his mind on it very much, not until now. His tan skin from hours running with the Cross Country team, his muscular arms from exercising, his bright toothy smile and positive aura that can cheer anyone up  . Minho is a guy that worth dying for. And here he is, standing right in front of Newt , all sweet and charming, smiling his signature smile.

Thomas snickers a little bit, grinning happily at his best friends. They can stand here and stare at each other for another day or they can go out and finally start dating somehow. Thomas pats Newt’s back, pulling him out of the temporary brain freeze.

- Are you done? I’m starving !!!!!

- Oh ! Sorry. Yeah, we can go.

Newt shyly replies, grabs his phone and walks right out of the door to hide from Thomas’s gaze. He knows his face is burning up like a ripped tomato. Newt rubs the nape of his neck nervously, waiting for Thomas to locks the door , Minho standing right behind him, also as red as a cherry . Thomas , without his friends noticing, smile widely, so proud of himself it hurts. His phone vibrating in his hand with a text from Alby .

From : Alby E.

To : Thomas E.

The mighty Gladers are here. Waiting for cues ,Greenie. 

Thomas grins happily at his phone, turns his head around to checks on the couple-of-the-day to see Newt , practically half running behind Thomas, and Minho, embarrassingly follow him. The brunet , in attempts of making the situation less awkward, decides to start a conversation with Minho.

- So, how is the team lately Minho?

- Franklin broke his leg. I just kinda wanna kill him ….

Minho snaps , which make Thomas surprise a little bit. But then, he remembers that the Cross Country tournament start in 2 weeks, and now one of their best runners just broke his goddamn leg. No wonder Minho is angry. However, Newt, who is working himself into a heart attack, looking down on his feet apologizing. The brunet rolls his eyes, cuing for Minho to looks at the blonde boy. The black haired kid looks down and immediately regret snapping at Ben’s incident. Sometimes, he just forgot that Ben and Newt are classmates. Newt is looking down on his feet, his walking pace faster than before, as he is trying to get as far away from Minho as possible. He then also suddenly notice the British puts more of his weight on one of his leg, making his posture a little bit leaning over to the right. Minho rubs his face, his voice regretting.

- Look , Newt, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, alright ? Ben is always just …

- No… It’s alright… It’s our fault… Sorry…

Newt looks up , staring straight at Minho. The look in his eyes melt Minho’s heart, making him just want to trap the smaller boy into a tight embrace and disappear forever. Somehow, in subconsciousness, he raises his hand to rubs the shorter one’s hair, making it all tangle and fluffy. He smiles at Newt, still rubbing his hair without even noticing.

- It’s alright. We still have time to look for someone else.

- Oh ! One of my friends, Albert , he used to be in Cross Country when we were in high school. He’s pretty good.

- Cool. I will ask him then. Albert ,you say ?

- Einstein. Yeah.

Newt smiles sweetly at Minho, which makes the Asian’s heart sending a gallon of pure blood into every veins in his body, warming him from top to toes. Meanwhile Thomas, who is crying in his head that ” my kids are growing up “, looking at them proudly. See, they are destined for each other. Suddenly, something popped right into the brunet’s head, causing him to snap his fingers.

- Oh Newt ! You need a new Demetrius , right ?

- Yeah. We are calling for audition this afternoon.

- You are standing in front of one. Did you know that Mister-I-Only-Do-Sport-And-I-Want-To-Be-Hannibal-Lecter here used to act? And he filmed advertisements when he was a little cutie kid ?

Newt’s eyes are able to grow even bigger , Minho notices. He smiles shyly at the blonde boy, waving his hand at Thomas to shut his friend up. Newt grins happily at him, grabbing his hand in excitement , not noticing that the other boy is about to explode the moment his slim fingers wrap around Minho’s naked skin.

- You did ??? Why you never told me ???

- It was nothing really. It was just…

- He played Demetrius. Let me tell you, the girl who played Helena that year ended up having a massive crush on him after the play. She even …

- No Thomas ! That is private !!!!! You promised !!!

Minho screams embarrassingly, shoving his friend at the wall in attempt to hide from his shaming childhood’s memories. His face is turning a shade of bright red and Thomas is making a hurting face at his best friend. Abruptly, at the same time, Newt, who is too focusing on Minho’s expression,  misses a step on the staircase and trips, still holding on Minho’s arm . But before anything can happen, Thomas swears he can sees their wedding in front of his eyes, Minho’s slides his other arm under Newt’s back, catching him in mid air, holding on the shorter boy’s shoulder tightly, prevent him from falling and hit his head on the milky white tiles, hugging the blonde boy close to his chest as protecting him from all harm in the world. At that moment, as time is frozen, they can hear the other’s heartbeats deep inside their chests, can feel the blood flowing  in their veins and somehow, they know, they were born for each other.

Minho slowly helping Newt to stands up to an upright position. Ruffing the shorter boy’s head, Minho smiles sweetly at him, noticing Newt’s warmth on his arm still haven’t letting go. Newt, on the other hand, feels like his whole world just turn upside down. He knew at that moment, when he couldn’t feel the step under his foot, he knew that he would tripped and fell, but a strong arm caught him, broke his fall and hugging him close. It has been a long time since anyone be that near to him, it makes his heart beats strongly against his rib-cases.

- Be careful. I won’t be able to catch you next time.

- Yeah… Thanks ….

Minho winks at Newt, causing the other boy to blush hysterically and has to turn to hide his burning rosy cheeks. Thomas, who is standing behind the both of them , with a million dollar grins on his face, his fingers touching the phone screen with the speed of light.

From : Thomas E.

To : Alby E.

You won’t believe what just happen.  Wait for cue ! Wedding on its way. Greenie out.

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[ TMR ][ Minewt] Crush

Somewhat a sequel for French Vanilla .

Enjoys <3

Delicated for natsusora for all her hard work. Thanks again ^_^

This is just the 2nd part of my French Vanilla Serie . Please stay tune :D

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It is almost a month since they first met. Yeah, a month. And the number of times Minho got to talked Thomas’s gorgeous roommate could not be more than five and three of them were simple greetings during their shared Psychology class. Newt are always too busy with his packed schedules, even when Thomas, as awesome right winged man as he is , tries to set up some dates for the two of them, Newt always refuses to go, saying that he is too busy with his schoolwork to have time to , quoted him , ” socialize.” It feels like a lifetime ago, the first time they met. Minho was completely going head over heels for Thomas’s gorgeous British roommate since that one fateful day. Like, all Minho wants is a freaking date !!!!!! How hard is that to just go out and have a cup of coffee with him ???

Minho is frustrated, Thomas knows, but he cannot does much. Newt has been such an independence child since he was small. Even Alby, Newt’s childhood friend, has no effect on him. Newt only does what he thinks is most important, and unfortunately for Minho, his charming face is not as interesting as Shakespeare’s .  Thomas sighs , his hand moving on his notebook, coping Theresa’s chemistry homework. It’s already very late at night, somewhere around midnight,  and he is alone in his room, his hair is damp from his shower earlier. It’s not even a surprise anymore for Newt to be back this late. He is in Advance Acting, and their play, A Midsummer’s Night Dream,  is coming up in about 2 months. Newt got the part of Lysander so he got rehearsals almost every night with the cast and crew in the Theater facility. He always goes back to their room after Thomas went to bed and leaves before Thomas wakes up , so they even rarely talk these day. The blond kid starts to be every crumby and the bags under his eyes are getting darker and darker everyday. His coffee is now dark roast without sugar or milk. And those thing really really annoy Thomas. It almost seems like Newt is not even Newt anymore. The kid always so playful and insanely active , now, whenever he sees him, Newt is all tired with a frown on his face. His skins in getting paler and paler. However, Thomas knows, Minho is nearly going insane these day, seeing Newt like that and not being able to help. He doesn’t even dare to talk to Minho during Psychology anymore, as all Minho does in that class is doing his work and staring at Newt’s sleepy form with such a worried look in his dark eyes.

- Hey hey shuckface, what are you doing?

Newt sudden appearance next to him cause Thomas to jumps out of his skin,  his heart racing crazily in his chest. Throwing his pen at his roommate, Thomas turns to look at a sleepy Newt, who is already laying on his bed, cuddling with his blanket and pillow. He looks even paler and thinner than he already is. It worried Thomas a lot, but how can he even break that information into that thick skull of his best friend?

- Why you come back so early?

- Oh yeah… Our Demetrius, you know, that kid from Modern Theater , Ben ?  He is in Tech so he was checking the lights when he accidentally fell down from his ladder. Broke his leg. And Mr. Mark now has a mental note to never ask an actor who is in Tech to check the lights.

Newt mumbles from his pillow. His breathing gets more and more steady as he slowly falls asleep with his clothes and shoes on. His blond hair falling in front of his face, making him look like a cherub , all sweet and innocent, sleeping soundly. It suddenly hits Thomas how rare it is these day for Newt to has such an early slumper. Taking his shoes off, Thomas tucks his best friend under the blanket, patting his head a couple of time before kills the lights. Laying in his bed, Thomas , does not even understand why he is doing it, but takes his phone out, gets over to Newt’s bed and snap a photo of his sleeping roommate , then sends it to Minho. At the same time, somewhere at the 7th floor of the Boys’ dormitory, a boy with black hair , dark eyes and muscular arms toss and turn on his bed, giggling to himself like an idiot while kissing his phone screen like a high school teen girl and sets a new home screen for his phone.

When Newt wakes up the next day, he almost has a heart attack as he realise how late he is after checking his watch. But then he sees Thomas forming a bundle on his bed, sounding asleep, he realises, in fact, it’s a Saturday. He has 4 hours before he need to check in at the Theater to find a new Demetrius for the play. It was an unfortunate really, Ben was too reckless for not asking anyone to hold the ladder for him. However, as it already happened, whining about it won’t help, right now, Newt is going to take a long steamy shower, then wakes Thomas up and goes out for breakfast. He misses those delicious cheesy grilled cheese in the Glade café near their school . They have the best breakfast food in the area . And they also sell the best French Vanilla. Not even Starbucks ‘s  French Vanilla can beat theirs.

Kicking his blanket out of his legs, he runs into the bathroom and turns on the water. While waiting for the water to warm up, Newt grabs his bright-green-that-look-almost-neon phone and start to scroll through his Facebook’s timeline. It’s mostly cats photos from Teresa, snakes photos from Brenda, theaters stuffs from his Theater classmates and just when he is about to sign out , a photo catches his eyes. It’s just a vintage photo of a coffee cup but it’s the  caption that caught his attention

” I know that you won’t be able to to read this anyway, but, good morning my dear. You always like coffee sweet as candy, but lately it’s turning bitter. Please don’t push yourself too hard okay? ” 

Newt never thought that Minho is that kind of person. Like , does he has a girlfriend? As far as Newt remember, Minho did dated a Korean exchange student somewhere last year but they already broke up. Is he in any relationship right now? Newt doubts it. But hey, it has been a month and the number of times he talks to Minho cannot be more than five, three of them were greeting before Psychology start. He cannot admit to Thomas that yes, he is having a massive crush on Thomas’s childhood’s friend. Newt and Thomas can be what called ” bestie ” but no, how the shuck can he admit to mister Thomas Edison ,who is sleeping over there, that he is constantly think about how muscular Thomas’s best friend’s body is nowadays?

A serie of rapid knocks on the bathroom door pulls him out of his thinking, Thomas,  just wants to know if he is alright, as he keeps hearing the water running. Newt replies that he is alright before put his phone on the sink table and get into the shower, trying to forget how his heart jumps a little bit when he think about Minho with the word ” girlfriend” in the same sentence.

After putting on a dress shirt and jeans, Newt gets out of the bathroom and kicks Thomas’s bed to wake him up. The brunette groans a couple of times before throwing his fluffy white pillow at him and get out of bed to the bathroom. Newt, who is jumping up and down , trying to find his shoes, screaming at the closed door.

- Be quick shank. We are going to the Glade !!!

- Oh now this is the Isaac Newton I know.

From the other side of the closed door, Thomas screams back in reply, brushing his teeth as fast as he can. He picks out a random shirt and jeans in his closet, kick Newt’s shoes out from under his bed and put his own socks and shoes on. While his friend combs his perfect blond hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly, Newt , who does not even turn to look at him, stop taming his hair and lower his voice, talk to Thomas without really look at him.

- Hey, can I ask you something?

- Sure. What is it ?

- Well..

Now this is something new . For the last 4 years knowing Newt and a year being his roommate, this is the first time Thomas sees Newt’s pacing. He starts to shift his weight on his two legs as his body slowly rocking back and forth and his arms crossed across his chest. His bright brown eyes hiding from Thomas’s reflection in the small mirror in front of him. His slim fingers wraps protectively on his elbow as he is in stress.

- Slim it Newt. Say it.

- Oh Well… This is about… Minho … Well ….

Minho owes him his hospital bill if he got a heart attack. Shuckfaces …. Them both are a couple of jacked heads that need someone to breaks it down to the both of them, that yes, you two both have ” feeling ” for each other and when is the freaking wedding? Like, what did Thomas do in his past life that he deserve to be stuck between these two lovelife? But Thomas is smart enough not to say those things out loud. He curves his mouth a little bit at the corner to create a half smile half smirk thing that Newt always hates. Combing his hand through his hair, Thomas picks up his phone from the table and replies to his worried friend.

- I don’t know. Why don’t you just ask him? Oh , why don’t we drag him out with us for breakfast. You can ask him there.

- Wait! NO! THOMAS!

-Too late. Already sent.

The brunette waving his phone in front if the horror face of his roommate, smirking evilly. Seconds later, his phone vibrates with Minho’s text. The Asian kid cannot be more happy with the invitation and says that he will be at their room in five minutes. Laughing his butt off with the “thank you” coming right after, Thomas chuckles playfully at a very anxious Isaac Newton who is pacing around in the room, his eyes full of worried .Thomas never thought a ” dateout” with Minho can make Newt, the bright shining theater kid, Newt , the next confident Hollywood star , to be this anxious. Oh well, for the lovelife of two of his best friend, Thomas Edison need to asks for an award for being the best best friend slash wing man in this whole world.

After received a text from Thomas, Minho is now all eager and hyper. He jumps around his room, screaming in his head about ” THIS IS A REAL DATE “. He was still in his bed, sleeping in actually , when the text came, but right after that, he thinks that he may scared his roommate, Chuck, a little bit on how fast he is with his morning routine. Searching through his closet, looking for a suitable outfit, Minho starts to humming along a song that he doesn’t even remember the lines. But yeah, he is happy, very , very very happy.

Meanwhile, Charles, or Chuck as all his friends called him, looks at Minho with such fascinating eyes. He never saw his senior this eager and happy. Sketching some weird looking birds on his paper,  Chuck smiles happily at the passing back and forth Minho Park, who is trying on all the shirt he has in his closet, humming a song softly . Putting his sketchbook down to the bed, Chuck stretching out on his bed, his voice playfully.

- Are you having a date with your girlfriend or something ?

Minho stops at the middle of their room, his dark eyes sparkling , his ears slowly turn bright red , then he continue to searches through his clothing, chooses to not answer Chuck’s question. And that make junior interest even more about this ” surprise ” date the team leader of the Cross Country team about to has. Chuck gets over Minho’s bed, picking ups some shirts then throws a blue denim shirt to his roommate.

- Wear this. You look good in it. She, yeah, I will assume that is a she , will definitely love it.

- A “he”. Just saying. And no, we are not ” in a relationship”… yet ….

Minho catches the shirt, replies softly,  then disappear into the bathroom. Chucks chuckles , smiling softly at the lovestruck black haired kid, then returns to his sketchbook. Minutes later, Minho re appear with a blue denim shirt, ripped jeans and his hair styled so perfectly that makes Chuck pretty sure that if he is in a dystopian movie, his hair will be also has the same perfection. The Asian spread his arms out in front of the younger kid, asking .

- So, how do I look?

- Perfect. Now go and get him Jude.

- Thanks ! Bye ! Have fun drawing kiddo !

- Yeah yeah, I’m in Arts for a reason. Just leave already old man ~

After the door closed behind Minho, Chuck cannot help himself but burst out laughing, rolling around on the mattress, accidentally kicks his sketchbook down to the floor. Reaching for his phone, , his fingers shaking from laughing, tears flowing out of his eyes and he can feels his lungs kicking, asking for more oxygen. Chuck sends out a text to Teresa, Thomas , Alby and Brenda , reading the same thing .

From : Chuck Darwin

To : Teresa A., Brenda T , Thomas E. and Alby E. 

” Mission complete . Runner just left the room. Denim shirt and jeans. If Lysander says no, I would love to ask for a spot. just saying tho  “

Somewhere in the girls’ dormitory, two girls are giggling , reading the text and high five-ing each other . In his room, Thomas is laughing while his blond roommate glares at him angrily. In the room two door away from them, Alby is jumping up and down , mouth smiling wide,  sending a text back to Chuck that read :

From : Alby Einstein 

To : Chuck Darwin

” Oh hell no kiddo. Because Lysander is definitely going to say yes. Especially when Runner is in that shirt and jeans.” 

From : Thomas Edison 

To : Teresa A., Brenda T , Chuck D. and Alby E. 

” Is it me or I feel like we are selling our Lysander away to the Cross Country team leader ? “

From : Teresa A.

To : Brenda T , Thomas E., Chuck D. and Alby E. 

” It is for their own good. So, anyone else coming to the Glade for breakfast or just me ?” 

Seconds later, Teresa Agnes, while trying to put her skinny jeans on, falling off her bed because the loss of balance when she reads the replies from her friend, saying ” YES,WE ARE !!!” In the corner of the room, Brenda , the girl with chestnut brown ponytails, smiling brightly at her.

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As saying, there will be other sequels as I designed to try myself on serie.

French Vanilla will be my first serie ever.

Please stay tune for more update !

Thank you <3

[Day Dreamer’s Diary ] Bà mẹ YY mấy đứa nhỏ ~

Nghe  đứa nhỏ là biết là ai rồi phải k :)) Nói nhứ má viết cái entry này cốt tại ngủ không được, chỗ má ở thì lạnh nhưc ái tủ cấp đông, quấn trong chăn xem clip của mấy đứa, tự dưng thiết nghĩ cũng nên viết cho 2 đứa cái gì đó. Hai đứa là cái ship thứ 2 có bài viết riêng trên cái blog này đó nha =))))

Thực sự là không biết viết cái gì luôn. 2 ngày nay lội một đống facebook với youtube để coi lại show của mấy đứa, rồi coi fancam, fanvid rồi fanmade của mấy đứa, tự dưng má thấy ghanh tị với Nguyên Nguyên ghê gớm. Đừng hiểu lầm má, má năm nay mới 16 cái xuân xanh thôi :v Má chỉ lớn hơn mấy đứa có 1,2 tuổi nhưng mà không rõ vì sao khi nhìn vào hai đứa má vẫn thấy rằng má cần bảo bọc chở che cho. Cái này bạn má gọi là bản năng làm mẹ =))) Nói chứ mỗi lần coi clip rồi đọc captions với comments của con dân thuyền trên facebook với weibo mà má cứ quắn hết cả lên.

Nào là Tiểu Khải bảo vệ cho Nguyên Nguyên của má , rồi lại Tiểu Khải ẩn ý trong weibo ” ngàn lần hồi đáp “, rồi những lần con xòe tay , chạm nhẹ vào tay Đại Nguyên hỏi ý mà bị gạt tay ra. Cái vẻ mặt của con khi bị ng ta từ chối bắn chết con dân thuyền nơi công cộng thiệt khiến má thiệt muốn ôm con mấy cái. Rồi má lại đập bàn đập ghế khi mà hai đứa fan service cho các dì, các má xem. Ừa thì fan service, má nghĩ Tiểu Khải nhận ra tại sao mọi người thích Nam tự, rồi nhờ Nam tự mà mấy đứa nổi tiếng. Má nghĩ mấy đứa hiểu thị hiếu của các má bây giờ. Má không phải các chị Đại Lục, má không thể soi hints kỹ như các chị ấy đc, cơ mà những lần Tiểu Khải cười ngượng ngùng má đều thấy hết.

Như lần con vô tình kéo Nguyên Nguyên vào lòng mà thì thầm, cơ mà thô bạo quá làm như con sắp cưỡng hôn thằng bé, cả hai đứa đều vành tai đỏ hồng, không dám nhìn lên camera luôn. Má không rõ cái đó có trong kịch bản không, nhưng mà cách các con ngượng ngùng khiến má thấy đáng yêu biết bao nhiêu. Nhiều khi má cũng phải tự nhắc mình các con cũng chỉ nhỏ hơn má, má chỉ gà mẹ quá thôi, nhưng mà trách sao được con ơi =)))

Các má ship các con cũng là cái đề  nói. Nhiều người nghe má ship 2 đứa con đều dòm má như má rớt từ sao Hỏa xuống :v Vì hai đứa nhỏ hơn má nữa mà. Nhưng mà cách má ship hai đứa không như má ship Destiel, tức là kiểu ” I want the two of them banging against the wall until they both screaming ” , hay là kiểu Johnlock , ” I want them to say cheesy romantic lines to each other and act like an old married couple ” , hay là đáng nói hơi là kiểu Stucky , ” I want them to kill each other and everything is angst ” :v Cách má ship hai đứa giống là kiểu ship ” They are cute and I want them together forever ”  .  Là kiểu platonic , là chỉ cần hai đứa luôn hạnh phúc bên nhau, chỉ cần Tiểu Khải luôn bảo bọc chở che cho Nguyên Nguyên của má, chỉ cần Nguyên Nguyên quan tâm chăm sóc Tiểu Khải cho má là má vui ^_^

Hai đứa cứ mãi mãi nhỏ bé thế này thì thật tốt. Hẹn ước mười năm thoắt cái sẽ trôi qua rất mau. Má cũng mong một ngày sẽ được nhìn thấy các con đứng trên sân khấu concert của riêng mình. Thiên Thiên, Đại Nguyên và Tiểu Khải của má sẽ cùng nắm tay nhau mỉm cười rạng rỡ. Mười năm là một khoảng thời gian không  dài, cũng chả ngắn. Nó sẽ trôi qua rất mau mà thôi. Mười năm nữa mấy đứa sẽ trở thành thần tượng châu Á, sẽ trở thành người lớn mất rồi. Mười năm nữa má cũng đã ra trường,cũng đã đi làm, có lẽ cùng đã chuẩn bị lập gia đình. Má thiết nghĩ, lúc đó mấy đứa sẽ ra sao, sẽ như thế nào ? Mười năm nữa, má sẽ nhìn thấy mấy đứa tay trong tay hạnh phúc bên nhau chứ ? Má không biết, má cũng không quan tâm. Mười năm nữa, má hy vọng má sẽ được vỗ ngực tự hào ” Con tui ở bên nhau 10 năm rồi đó. Nhìn coi tụi nó giỏi không !! “

Má đến với cả ba đứa cũng là từ một tấm hình của Khải Nguyên và Nam tự. Má nhớ cả timeline của má cứ phải nói là như bão quét vì mấy đứa. Nhà nhà post hình mấy đứa, người người làm sub cho mấy đứa. Hồi đó má cứ ngớ ra, tự hỏi ” Hai thằng bé này là ai sao mà càng quét dữ vậy?” Rồi má mò đi coi TFGo! , rồi Nam tự, rồi MVs của mấy đứa, rồi nhận ra yêu mấy đứa hồi nào không hay. Âu cũng là cái số, chúng ta đến được với nhau cũng là nhờ facebook =))))

Nói chứ mấy ngày trước bà má nhận được tin đồn dữ, má đã gần như nhảy thuyền mà đi, nhưng mà rồi lại không nỡ. Các con đáng yêu như vậy bà má già này nguyện theo con đến trọn đời :))))

Má sẽ đợi đến ngày Vương Tuấn Khải dẫn bé con đi tham dự “Bố ơi ! Mình đi đâu thế ? ” rồi mới tự nhận các con đã lớn rồi , không cần má đùm bọc chở che nữa :))) cứ thế nhá <3

[TMR][Thominewt] The Royal Blue Room : Baby Don’t Cry

Minho steps out of the car, out to their front yard. Locks his car behind him, he jogs slowly to the front porch of the house. The house seems to be the same as how they left it this afternoon. He feels uncomfortable, knowing that maybe Newt is somewhere in their house, too shy to comes out to greet them. It hurts him a whole lot, thinking about the ghost kid living in his house. He gets pull out of his thoughts when Thomas taps him on the shoulder.

- Did you turn the kitchen’s lights on before we left ?

- No, why ?

Minho suddenly feel an unsafe feeling running in his bloodstream. Thomas, with his face as white as a sheet, holds up his phone in front of him. Teresa.

From : Teresa Agnes

You people should be ashame for your carelessness.

The kitchen’s lights were on when I came over earlier to take my charger.

It’s such a waste of energy.

I will come back tmr then.

- Probably Newt. He is the original owner of the place anyway.

- But is it even normal for an apparition to do such thing ?

Minho just shrugs, punches in the code and opens the front door. Most of the house is in darkness, except for the automatic garden’s lights and the kitchen’s. Thomas gulps worriedly, looking at the long hallway leading to the kitchen. It does not take long for Thomas to realise that a ghostly image of the blonde kid is running toward them, solid as a real human being. Before the both of them could react, the kid throws himself into Minho’s unexpected arms, wrapping his slim arms around the Asian boy’s neck and hiding his face in the crook of Minho’s neck, breathing in and out sharply. Minho quickly glances at Thomas’s surprise expression, awkwardly holds the small frame of the kid in his arms , patting his blonde head softly.

They stands their for a couple of minutes, no one said a word or even move a little bit. The quietness finally breaks Thomas, he angrily pulls the small boy out of Minho’s embrace, holding his lean shoulder so Newt faces him. Thomas suddenly break out and snaps at Newt, who is shaking in fear.

- WHAT THE SHUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ? YOU JUST APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE AND THEN DISAPPEAR ! AND WHAT WAS THAT ACT YOU WERE PULLING HUH ?

The boy’s eyes are wet with unshed tears and his noses are the color of rosy red. His pulpils widen and his breathing start to hyperventilate. His small frames shaking like a leave in front of a storm, his nails dugs into his palms, his eyes dialect in fear. Minho immediately pulls the little boy back into his embrace, pushing Thomas away a little bit harder than he intend to, his eyes widen in surprise at Thomas out burst. Newt starts to sob quietly into Minho’s shirt, his hands squeezing the fabric tightly, his lean frames wraps around Minho’s boarden one, make him to appear smaller and much more vulnerable. Thomas freezes in his pose, still burning in ranginess. Minho snaps at him.

- What is WRONG with you Thomas? Why the shuck …

- I… I…

Thomas snaps out of whatnever state he was in, stuttered, looking at his hands, still reaching out as trying to hammer Newt’s small shoulder by his hands on the spot. Minho tighten his grips around the crying boy’s body, slowly rocking back and forth. He still trying to understand what did Thomas had in mind at time to snapped at Newt. The dam on Minho shirt breaks his heart, and the grip on his shirt is still tighten as a grip around his soul. He looks at a confuse Thomas with a disappointed expression in his eyes, testing the pose before picks Newt up into his arm bridal style which cost a lost of balance on the smaller boy. Newt’s hand grabs Minho’s shirt tighter, his other arm wraps around Minho’s neck, hiding his face, only showing his redden big brown fearful eyes, looking panicly at Thomas’s blue ones.

- Just… Just go to bed Thomas… We will talk later… Good night.

Minho does not turn to look at his friend. His mind is now a bubble of confusion and furriness, he cannot thinking straight, not when he can still feel Newt’s violent sobbing on his shoulder. Caressing the blonde boy’s back, he whispers softly into the boy’s blonde head.

- Hey hey… I’m sorry… He was not in his right mind …

Newt shakes his head wildly , his grips loosen a little bit. The sorrowful looks on his face breaks Minho’s heart into millions of pieces. Newt hiccups a couple of time before able to open his mouth to let a few discrete words escape.

- No…Tommy.. My fault…Sorry…

- Hey hey… Thomas has to say sorry, not you , okay?

Still holding Newt in his arms bridal style, Minho pushes the bedroom’s door open. The royal blue paint of the wall reflects the silver moonlight outside the windows , the hue magically lighten the room up . He carefully puts the small boy onto the mattress. Laying his small head on the white pillow, Newt curls himself up into a fetal position, his tears quickly wetting the fabric. Minho sits down next to the bed, caressing the boy’s soft hand in his rough one. Newt’s fingers are small and lean, like hands of a pianist. After a while, just Minho sits there with his hands holding Newt’s quietly, the sobs die out eventually. Newt uses his other hand to swipes the tears out of his face, gives back a small smile to the Asian boy.

- You must be tired. Just go to sleep Newt.

Newt nods faintly, smiles and closes both of his eyes, his blonde eyelashes vibrates softly. Minho smiles, trying to stand up and gets catch surprise when Newt’s hand suddenly grabs his and the boy looks at him with his eyes widen. Newt moves quickly to the other side of the bed, making a space for Minho, then look back at him with his big puppy eyes.

- Stay with me , please?

- But …

- Please?

Minho feels the air is sucking out of his lungs looking at those golden brown puppy’s eyes. He slowly crawls into the queen-size bed, and Newt, with a happy look on his face, shifting his body to make space for Minho. Minho shifts to lay on his side,looks at the other boy, asking himself what makes him care so much for him. On the other hand, Newt is excitedly curling himself around Minho’s frame, being the little spoon, comfortable in the sharing heat from his bed-companion, quickly drifting to sleep. Minho just realise his even breathing moments later and how Newt’s small frame fits into his perfectly and soon after wrapping his arm intentionally around Newt’s hip, goes to the land of dreams soon after. After that night, the odd realness of Newt’s appearance never cross his mind ever again.

The next morning, when the sun is shining through the pearl white satin curtains and the wonderful coffee aroma fills the room, Minho finally wakes up. It has been years since he has such a good night sleep, or so he thought. The warmth of Newt’s skin washes over Minho’s body with the warmth of safety. The British boy is still sleeping soundly, his chest moving up and down with each breath. It almost feels like he is real, all warmth and solid in Minho’s embrace. The blonde color is his hair match the color of the shinning sunlight, it almost makes Minho wants protect him for the rest of Minho’s life.

Minho carefully slips out of the bed, putting the cover over Newt, smiling adorably when the other boys shift over to seek for warmth on Minho’s spot. Closes the door behind him, Minho makes his way down to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downstairs, Thomas is making scarmble eggs and coffee. It is almost like a perfect morning until Minho sits down on the counter, not really ready to facing Thomas after what happened yesterday, and Teresa, who was out for milk when Minho woke up, sits down in front of him. Her blue worried blue eyes looks at him sadly. She quietly looks at him while he picks up his folk and digs into his eggs, Thomas still pretending to be busy with his toast and and coffee.

- Teresa. Just tell me. Really, what is wrong with you two ?

- Minho. Please. We’re just worried. I just worried.

- So say. What do you worried about? Thomas being a shucking jerk ?

The look on Thomas’s face makes him regrets what he said immediately. Thomas then turns his back to him, flipping his French bread in the pan. Teresa, otherwise, touches her slim fingers onto his arm, catching his attention.

- Hey… I heard about last night… And that Newt kid …

- So ? Isn’t that too surreal for you? Because it’s not for me. And Thomas was being a shucking jackass to him. He just wanted a hug and Mister Edison here had to scared him to death ! Do you …

- I COULD NOT CONTROL WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT OKAY ? I COULD NOT ! I COULD NOT CONTROL THAT I SNAPPED AT HIM OKAY ?

- Tommy?

A sweet British accent flows into the kitchen, throws the silent over the three of them. Teresa’s eyes widen, she slowly turns to the entrance of the kitchen, putting her hands over her mouth, holding back a scream. There is Newt, standing in the middle of the doorway, his eyes blinking sleepily and his hair is a mess. His dreamy eyes sweep over the kitchen, tugging the bed cover closer to him. His gaze stops at Thomas then he smiles sweetly at him, pulling Thomas into a tight embrace, dragging his white cover behind him. His eyes close and his grip tighten around Thomas’s hip, a satisfied smile on his pink lips. Newt rubs his blonde head onto Thomas’s chest, waiting for a respone like an eager kitten. When he realise that he can not get a pat or any kind of respone from the brunet boy, his lips pouts out adorably, his dreamy brown eyes drops onto Minho, and Newt just simply walks over and curl himself onto Minho’s lap, purring like a kitten, and Teresa, who is working herself into a heart attack, remains speechless.

- Teresa, we need to talk.

Thomas walks straight out to the garden, follows by a shocked Teresa Agnes. He closes the glass door behind him, turns his back to an annoying Minho, who is holding the warm bundle of cover in his lap. Thomas rubs the back of his neck , his back hides his blue eyes from Teresa’s stare. The brunet turns back to face his childhood friend, the look he has makes Teresa frowns worriedly. Folding her arms around her chest, Teresa nods toward the boys sitting in the kitchen.

- So? Is this what happened last night ?

- Yeah. Basically.

- And he is dead. Shuck it, I know he IS . He is pale as a shucking sheet.

- But Teresa, he is solid, and warm , and real. He is just as real like a human being.

- And somehow, after like two days, Minho gets attach to him. Am I correct ?

- Yeah. He even carried Newt up to the blue bedroom yesterday. And he slept there for the whole night. And look at how he adores the kid. He is just so head over heel for him.

- It has been years since I last saw Minho this happy. I don’t know. Maybe this Newt kid is a blessing.

Teresa softly whispers. She looks back over Thomas’s shoulder, into the kitchen, where her friend since middle school and his ghostly boy curling up against each other on the couch. Minho runs his finger through Newt’s blonde locks while the other boy slowly goes back to sleep, his face relaxes and Minho smiles. Thomas signs , rubs his hands over his face. They both go back into the house, no one say a word, only the sound of the coffee maker filling in the empty air.

- Teresa, can we talk?

Minho speaks softly, caressing the blonde locks with his fingers. His eyes are glassy, almost like he does not have any emotion. Terasa shrugs, moving closer to the couch.

- Not here, upstairs. Newt need to goes back to bed.

- Uhm.. Sure …

Teresa silently follows Minho to the staircase after she threw Thomas an empathy look. Her heart aches when she sees how much affection the dark haired boy has to the little bundle is his arms. He slowly puts Newt down to his bed, tugs the boy in then pats his head a couple of time. Newt purrs as a lazy cat then curls himself into a ball, sleeping soundly. Minho smiles at the boy adorably , sits down onto the carpeted floor, signs for Teresa to joins him. She stares at him worriedly, the look on his face worried her, dreamy and all. What if what she thought is wrong? What if this Newt kid is not a blessing?What if all those stereotype in all those horror movies and reality shows are real?

- He just a kid you know… He died in his sleep on his 16th birthday. I don’t know what happened , but I was told that he was really sick. He was not happy. I just feel that…

Minho leaves the sentence unfinished, sighs out a heavy breath, looking unintentional out to the bright blue sky. Teresa’s heart jumps inside of her chest. She did know the kid’s story, Thomas told her last night, in tears. She was confuse, she cannot explain what was happening to the way Minho react or the way Thomas snapped at the blonde kid. But now, she thinks she understands. Just a little bit, and just her own feeling, but she does understand.

Empathy perhaps, or just an urge to protect. If the kid was still alive, maybe he could be their senior at college, but he is now trapped in time and cannot let go. How sad is that, to be forever young? To look at his mother and she is crying over his bed every night ? To look at his dad picking up pieces of their broken family ? To look at them loading up boxes and move far away, far away from him? And he just can stand there, looking at the terrified faces of new families when he appears in front of them? Did they call him freaks? Did they try to harm him? Did he feel the pain? And what did he think? All of those questions make Teresa’s heart aches. She puts her hand over Minho’s and gives it a small squeeze, Minho replies with a sad smile on his lips, but immediately turns his head to the door and put his hand over the other boy’s sleep form when the bedroom door swings open. Thomas.

- Minho ! Teresa ! Newt …

Even before Teresa and Minho proceed the information , a brown haired man rushing up the wooden staircase, pushes Thomas to the side with a loud thud and storms into the blue bedroom. Teresa rushes next to her best friend, throws the stranger an angry glare but he does not care, all the man attention is now on the sleeping form of the blonde boy. His golden eyes lays on Newt’s face, and onto Minho’s protective barrier with an unexplained expression. Minho looks at the man annoyingly , standing up with his shoulder straight, his dark eyes burn with anger, staring into the man’s golden ones.

- May I ask who are you?

- You people have no right to do this.

The man screams and it annoys Thomas. The brunet groans and pats Teresa’s hand to stops her from doing something stupid, such as kick that guy in the balls, or snap his neck. Minho clenches his fits, his posture glows a dark aura. He steps up one step to block the man from the bed.

- Sorry, but this is our house and I would like to know who the shuck you are?

- I am that boy’s father. I am William Newton.

A silent cover gets throw over the room. Minho’s aura goes as fast as it comes, the teenage boy stares at the father of Newton’s family with a twisted expression. William , with a satisfied expression on his face, pushes the boy over and gets down on his knees next to the bed. His large hand trembles with emotions, he touches Newt’s soft skin with the tips of his fingers, a single tear falls out of his eyes. The sleeping boy twitches his eyebrows as William disturbed his sleep , and slowly opens his eyes. The moment the image of his father comes into sight, a scream of terror escapes his lips.

_ End part 2 of 3_