#Newtmas ||

Tuberosene ||

Paring:: Newt x Thomas / Minho x .....

If you want to enjoy the experience, please turn on the song Sinklin and listen together. If I have free time, I'll insert the song here.

It's been many years already...

It probably doesn't matter then....

Tick…tick…tick….. Tick…..

     31/Dec/2018 • 23 : 39 : 16

[‘Hey Piak, where are you? Why are you standing there and doing some damage?']

“I'm already at work…” A hoarse voice replied on the other end of the line with a good-natured, tired tone. His whiskey-colored eyes scanned the place in front of him longingly. His ears listened to the constant murmurs of his former high school classmates through his left ear and right ear. He looked around as if he wanted to absorb everything in his nostalgic surroundings. To the end

Almost nothing has changed at all..

Very nostalgic…

Thinking of this, his slender hand unconsciously gripped the phone held tightly to his ear.

['Are you listening to me? You stupid Thomas!! If we're here, when will we step foot into the venue?'] A sound of several decibels that suddenly hit the ears made the people standing there startled. Quickly lift the mobile phone away from your ear. Ready to turn your face slightly The hand that was gripping the phone loosely loosened until it was just a loose grip. When you're sure, lift it back up to your ear as before.

"H..huh?...Ah...I'll go in now...Theresa has arrived, right?" With that said, 'Thomas O'Brien' hung up the phone almost immediately. The end of the sentence is more like a statement than a question. Slender hand stuffed the white iPhone into the pocket of his jeans. His eyes lowered, the two of them rubbing nervously together.

I don't want to go in yet, Thomas thought, but I've come this far and I probably won't go to work…

After standing and arguing with himself for a short time, Two feet walked into the private school with an empty mind. Thomas' proportional figure Passing through a crowd of men and women, many in luxurious and expensive clothes, some in evening gowns, some in suits. It was different from the young man himself who wore casual clothes. A dull gray and blue round neck shirt and an unbuttoned plaid shirt are worn over it.

The pants are faded blue jeans with some spots that are torn and frayed, which is a trend. Of course, Thomas' chill and rags-toting outfit drew quite a few glances from those around him. But when they saw his handsome, calm face, everyone pretended to ignore the other person's dress.

“Who is that doctor? The face is not familiar at all.”

“Almost ten years. Do you remember anyone from school during that time?”

“With a handsome face like this, we must at least see it through our ears and eyes!”

Tick…tick…tick…..

31/Dec/2018 • 23 : 50 : 16

A gentle breeze blew. Tears flowed down….

Passed through the gymnasium door, which was labeled with the word 'Homecoming' in large letters and decorated with colorful balloons, flowers, and ribbons. Thomas didn't hesitate to step in. The people at the festival cheered loudly. He tried to look around, hoping to see old friends and familiar faces.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw blonde, burnt brown hair. His heart, which had been beating regularly, suddenly twitched. His eyes, which had been calm, now became hotter for no apparent reason. Sokha walked along without thinking. Weaving our way through the crowd, we reached a place filled with 3-4 men and women that Thomas was familiar with.

“That's it!! Our talented father has arrived!!!! “Not yet had time to prepare himself, a fat figure but not ugly or short like in the past, rushed in and locked his neck, pressing his face into the other's chest without turning his whole body. Thomas cried out, Hey!!! Loud noise when 'Chuck Cooper'' changed from locking his neck to wrapping his arms around his neck and standing on tiptoe, pretending to jump on his back.

It really got a shout out from the group that Thomas walked towards. A clear, high-pitched voice rang out, "Calm down, Chuck. Thomas will soon break his neck and die." Brenda Salazar, in a skin-tight red skirt with her breasts open almost to her navel, spoke softly. Chuck watched as a giant creature crawled around Thomas, swarming over people hoping to suck his blood. Chuck laughed.

Take a few steps back and run back to your original seat. Thomas saw this and sighed. After freeing himself, he walked closer to the group of people that Chuck had just run back into. Sitting down on an empty chair next to a young friend with curly black hair in a short, gray slit at the back, sparkling with diamonds, Teresa Scoderario smiled brightly.

“Hi Thomas.”

“Hi Teresa.”

“What Teresa, this guy…wait!? Is that Thomas?…” Alby, who was downing his glass of beer, stopped in his tracks. Leaning towards them, he pointed a finger at Thomas.

Only the smell of the heart remains Drowning in loneliness

“And who do you see?” said Thomas, who had been silent for a moment. One eyebrow raised in a flirtatious manner. Alby gasped.

“Where did that stupid nerd with thick glasses and unkempt hair go?” Alby reached out and touched his face. Gently stroking the sharp ridges of his face, Thomas laughed, causing the young man to turn his head away a bit, ticklish. His eyes suddenly collided with clear, dark brown eyes. The soft, familiar British voice echoed into my ears, causing my heart to twitch.

Chuck, who briefly saw whoever had just disappeared from the group, returned. Playful brown eyes glanced worriedly at Thomas. But before he could do anything, he was dragged and kissed by a girl who looked like he had messed up while walking into the event. Her body gave in and allowed her to drag her somewhere else, falling asleep.

“Hello Tommy….long time no see.”

Love hasn't faded yet. Pinned close to the heart

Still smells sensual and makes you dream.

“Hello Newt”...don't accidentally call Newton, Thomas..

Thomas quickly looked away before the owner of the dark brown eyes' voice had even finished his sentence. He didn't notice that the other party had turned his eyes away from him and had turned to stare at the muscular, dark-skinned figure who was smoothly rubbing his hand over his jawline, with a hint of emotion, before he stopped and hurriedly removed the phone.

“We haven't seen each other for a long time..really...are you okay?” His whiskey-colored eyes closed and then forgot.

Tears of unlucky luck...don't cry now...

Just hearing the sound makes you cry?

This guy is really annoying, Thomas.

Alby alternately looked at Thomas and Newt Brody Sangster. Teresa raised her hand to touch his strong arm meaningfully before the next call. He nodded his head up and down slightly. Releasing your hand from the skin of your face that was regularly covered in flecks but unable to hide the handsomeness on the owner's face. The album waved to the group in a gesture that he wanted to go out and get something to drink at the event booth. As for Brenda, who sat with her chin resting for a while, she jerked Teresa's arm to let her go to the bathroom to join her.

“I'll be right back.”

Falling asleep behind the flimsy bodies of the two young women. Thomas therefore decided to lower his eyes and look towards the person whose heart fluttered every time he approached..

Even now it still hasn't disappeared.

Newt smiled. “You can look at me, Tommy.” He paused for a moment before repeating himself. “I thought you wouldn't look at me because you hated me. “The gentle, British tone of the voice softened like a plea. Thomas pursed his lips in resignation. Newt was the same, who stood stunned after realizing what he had done.

Don't do this to me like before, Newt..

“How can it be like that, Newt…”

“It's nothing. Give me the right to be a little angry and hate you.” It wasn't like that back then…

Used to be secretly close to each other, snuggling up, not knowing how to relax.

Under the shadow of the moonlight Moves and never fades.

Hide it inside Straight to the bottom of my heart

Cherish her in there...

This time, it was Newt who heard this and had to purse his lips.

"It's me...." Newt felt like something was blocking his throat.

“Oh, you're here, Newt,” a voice in broken English interrupted Newt, who stood stunned and looked at Thomas.

Minho Lee Kihong raised his eyebrows as he leaned past Newt and saw an unfamiliar young man dressed like someone going to a picnic rather than a reunion. His pitch black eyes widened slightly. His eyes met with whiskey colored eyes that darkened even more than before when his eyes met his own.

“Thomas? So… hey Piak, we haven't seen each other for a long time. You look more handsome than a drumstick.” Minho pretended to laugh in a good mood. He walked over to Newt, who turned to look at him with trembling eyes. A strong hand reached out and wrapped his hand around Newt's thin, not-wide shoulder, causing the owner of the shoulder to slide closer to his chest. Thomas saw this, his already hot eyes began to fill with tears and he turned his head away, not wanting the scene with the two people in front of him to cause the tears that were welling up to fall down.

“Thank you, Minho.”

"everyone!!!! Let's gather together first!! It's time to take a group photo!!!!”

Minho gave him a slight nod. The pitch black star looked elsewhere. His hands tightened his smaller figure, clad in an all-black suit just like himself, moving towards the place where the people who had shouted through the microphone had gathered together. Thomas glanced at Minho's hand that was holding Newt's possessively. The brain became more white than before.

What he himself has now decided to do is He closed his eyes, lowered his head, rose from his chair and followed the others and the two people who moved towards the spot the host had announced.

Gather together to take photos until everyone is complete. The cameraman waved his hand and ordered him to smile. Thomas then lost sight of the two figures in suits, one standing and one standing, leaning over the smaller man standing in front of him on the left side. Looking at the black lights of the cameramen The corners of his otherwise calm mouth suddenly widened into a smile. Some of the young women who were cameramen were startled by the smiles of a young man with a gloomy face who, during her school days, she knew she had never seen before.

But it seems like she's seen someone. Who always has a sad, silent face like this. Until graduation day The day she came to take the photo. The more she saw that person more clearly…the face was as dull and sad as before, no change….

Different cameramen press the shutter in rapid succession. Everyone raised their hands and gestured here and there in a fun way. When we finished filming, it wasn't time to separate and disperse. The clean white screen was covered with a projector box showing an image that read: 'How many years have you been together?' in black letters with a light pink background Everyone who saw them looked at each other in turn.

Loud voices chattering together. The next slide is a picture of a thin back and a wide back like a man in a school uniform. The whole head was close together. Only then did the high-pitched screams of the women inside the event suddenly rise in waves. A group of burly men who Thomas remembers as close friends from Minho's sports club when he was still studying here.

They all stepped out of the crowd and protected themselves. Telling everyone to retreat to the perimeter, away from the school's cutest former male student and the perfectly muscular, Korean-American athlete.

Minho raised his hand as a warning for everyone to quiet down. Everything then returned to quietness as before.

His whiskey-colored eyes reflected a blurry image of two figures in suits standing face to face.

Keeping only the scent that never fades....

“Alright…Um…this might seem a little slow…or maybe.

no?..."

It still smells as good as in the old days when the wind blows...

"Hey!!! You guys are hurt! Stop staring at me like that and making fun of me. Damn it!!!” Minho's face turned red and he pointed at his close friends in both class and the athletic club. The only soft sound that stood out the most was for Thomas to laugh softly.

Leaving only the past that never comes back….

The last thing Thomas remembered was Minho falling to one knee. A strong hand pulled out a red velvet box that everyone knew and knew exactly what it was. The back of the box was opened. Revealing a beautiful white ring that sparkled in the moonlight.

“Will you marry me, Newton?”

Hide you in my heart….

The tuberose flower The fragrance is deeper than anyone else's.

It smells too good to resist. Every time I have to be shaken.

Hundred to collect Chao Malai Hold her in your heart

To keep the fragrance like that

“There is nothing to deny.”

Keeping only the scent that never fades

It still smells as good as in the old days when the wind blows.

Leaving only the past that will never come back.

Hide you in my heart

The end of Newt's sentence. A beautiful ring was carefully placed on the left ring finger almost immediately. Minho stood up and hugged Newt, kissing Newt with such force that his body fell backwards. Newt, who had just regained his composure, quickly raised his arms and wrapped them around the neck of the man above. Before tilting his face, adjusting the angle to receive kisses and tongue exchanges from his lover more easily, his eyes fell asleep until he could see his long, curled eyelashes.

Screams and shouts of joy mixed with loud clapping formed the background for the couple. Thomas turned and silently slipped away. Sneaking past the crowd of people rushing towards the couple who had just announced their marriage a moment ago. From the beginning it was just walking in and then walking out slowly and turning into a full sprint.

The lively reunion party made its way to an empty hallway. school entrance door Slowly changing until it was so fast you couldn't even see it. Thomas didn't think to look. Close your eyes and let a sob catch in your throat. Now he was sure that there was no need to endure it any longer. Tears that had been held back overflowed from the eyes, reaching the jawline and falling to the ground due to gravity. When he was sure that he had run far enough away from that place,

Far enough away from the two of them.

Far enough that the two of them couldn't hear.

Far enough that I couldn't see the image of the two of them.

Far enough that he could dare to cry without caring about anyone.

Far enough that you don't have to look at your 'former' lover who has turned into someone else's to cause pain.

Far enough away that I wouldn't have to hear the soft, familiar British voice. Speak sweetly to the person you love without 'that person not being them' anymore..

Keeping only the scent that never fades

It still smells as good as in the old days when the wind blows.

Leaving only the past that will never come back.

Hide you in my heart

Hide you in my heart (Hide you in my heart)...

Tick….tick…tick……tick

 01/Jan/2019 • 00 : 00 : 17

'I will love you, Tommy.'

'Love, always love, never think of changing'

'If I break my promise, I'll break up with you. I'll let the lightning strike.'

'Promise me you won't leave me anywhere'

'I love, love only you, always and forever'

'I will always love only you, Tommy.'

'I will always be by your side'

“People..k..six…”

Dedicated to my unrequited love….

What would you think if one day your boyfriend who always told you he loved you turned out to be someone else's?