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S.Fic The Maze Runner [ Photographer] Thomas x Minho

“Ugh...hmph...” A soft moan sounded from the small room, which consisted of a two-person sized bed and a large wardrobe not far from each other. On the bed, the bodies of two young men were pressed against each other passionately, although it was not pleasing to the people below. She tried her best to pull herself out of this terrifying situation. “Th..Thomas...stop...”

His lips struggled to speak with the warm palms that held his core. The famous model's handsome face slowly lifted up to meet his mischievous eyes. It was so scary that Minho gasped.

“Stop...even though you're like this...?” he said, moving to swipe. It was very good at attracting moans from some bodies. It also made him almost exhausted from the hot taste. “By the way...if there's food in front of the tiger...the tiger probably won't be able to resist mauling it...”

no...

Minho screamed in thought. Now his body was completely surrendered. He nearly screamed when he saw what the other person was doing to his bottom.

no...

"I'll put it on..."

"no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

All of a sudden!!

Minho stood up from the bed. The hotel's white blanket fluttered and flew off the bed, followed by the body of the room owner who sat on the bed, panting as if he had just exercised hard. He looked around as if he still couldn't form his thoughts.

He felt good as he felt no pain anywhere on his body. Moreover, this room is a hotel that the team reserved for the convenience of the photoshoot crew.

Yes, he works in modeling. He's a good cameraman...even though I don't want to say it. But others were very flattering to him.

“Dream…” he muttered before laying down on the bed. Relief that it wasn't entirely true.

It's because of yesterday. On the day you have to come see the workplace for the first time. It was a hotel like it was explained in the employment slip. But what's strange is that the boss is such a smart person...

When he arrived, he looked at him as if he had killed that man's parents. He also likes to walk in and walk around even though there are many hallways. But overall, this doctor's personality is considered good. Be considerate of those around you and be friendly. He himself didn't hate anything that much. Until after dinner He avoided many people and went for a walk in the garden.

Until the weather started to get cold, he returned to the hotel to rest. And at that moment, the doctor walked closer, still drunk. From what he looked like, he was sure that he must have been forced to drink by another staff member.

“Min...ho, right...?” he said in a slurred voice like a drunkard. Minho nodded his head up and down. Not sure if he understands now. But the other party continued to speak. “Take me...to your room...”

Minho raised his eyebrows. Why did he have to send this guy away? He looked at the tall figure leaning against the wall, cheeks red from the alcohol. He has completely lost his handsome appearance during the daytime.

“Come on...give me your arm....” Minho extended his hand. Thomas smiled cheekily before taking his hand and leaning against it as the Asian man placed an arm on his shoulder. Thomas sways back and forth, even though he looks good standing. But when I step on my feet... it's like there are eels wrapped around me.

“Thomas...would you please help me walk carefully?” Even though I knew I was drunk, But he couldn't resist warning. Thomas chuckled before leaning even harder until he stumbled against the wall. “Oh! You..." You can't even curse. Minho gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall next to him with Thomas on top of him. What should I say? This precarious condition is terrifying...

Minho manages to carry his strong arm again. Thomas's weight isn't that much. He can lift it easily. But this eel-legged guy...Minho gritted his last teeth and dragged the other guy all the way to the floor where it was obvious that there was a room for a boss like this guy.

“Thomas...where is your room...?” he shakes and asks the person who seems sleepwalking. Thomas slowly opened his eyes before looking at the stern-faced wing bearer next to him. The drunken person's brain is blurred and he can't think of anything at all. So he took out the key card in his pocket and looked at it with a staggering expression.

“603...Ah,” Minho sighed. He picked up the keycard and looked at it before carrying the taller wings and dragging it all the way to the room number engraved on the keycard before inserting it into the latch and opening it.

"Thomas...to your room..." he said, shaking his tall body vigorously. Thomas opened his eyes again before shaking Minho off.

"I walk by myself...I walk by myself..."

Drunk like a dog... Minho looked before sighing. Looking at Thomas who was staggering against the wall.

“I can't handle it...I'll help you,” Minho said before lifting his body up with his arms again. Thomas, who was unconscious and drunk, moaned in displeasure and shook his smaller body off.

“I told you I would walk myself!” he shouted as he pushed his body away. Minho lost his footing and fell onto the bed in the middle of the room. And unfortunately, the eel's foot got tangled in his leg and tripped and fell on top of him again.

Lucky bastard!!!!!!!! He cursed in his heart. Both hands hurriedly pushed the other person away but he didn't move. Maybe it was because of the law of gravity or because it was tiring to carry this thing up three floors. But now, he must first get out of this extremely bad situation that is even more precarious!

“Get up... termite-faced bastard...” He moaned muffledly. His hands and feet tried to push with all his might, but it didn't work. He rolled his eyes in boredom. The warm smell of alcohol lingered on his neck. Playing with the whole man like Minho gives goosebumps. “Tell me to get up!”

he shouted again And there was no sign of wagging from this guy as usual.

Wow...lucky...

Minho tried again. And this time it was successful. The tall person slowly turned around and changed his position. But it's worse than that. It was Thomas' hand that grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

And for the first time, he thought that this guy wasn't drunk!!

“You are...very beautiful...” Xie Tuum said as he stared at the young photographer's face. Minho's eyes widened before he felt heat on his cheeks.

This is getting really crazy!!!!!

Minho stood up and rushed out of the room without forgetting to lock it. He rolled his eyes to see if anyone had seen him before quickly running back to his room, bolting loudly.

That guy...is he a homo!? Minho was panting heavily, his mind so distracted that he had to take a shower to calm down. And of course he wouldn't tell anyone about this.

Until I had a crazy dream like that!!!

“Mr. Thomas. Please post a look at that flower.” The assistant cameraman's voice sounded next to Minho. Hearing this, Totmas turned to face the most beautiful flower and instinctively took a stance. A young Asian man aims for good focus once everything is in place before quickly pressing the shutter to prevent ruined photos. Instantly, the photos were sent to a computer that was nearby, ready to be taken in just a fraction of a second.

“Newt, do you really want that guy to be just like an angel...?” Minho interrupted, turning to look at the assistant cameraman who was holding a sheet of paper blocking the sun's rays from his eyes. The owner, named Newt, turned to look and smiled like the sunshine.

“Tommy comes out handsome. Is the theme of the event something like a fairy tale?” Newt said with a smile. Minho nodded his head up and down a little.

“And there aren't any women...?” Minho asked again. Newt smiled before shaking his head.

“This time, I'm doing it to promote the hotel...and if you were a woman, you'd probably like it if there was a handsome man as your presenter?”

Oh...the marketing focuses on girls...so...? Minho's face reached the truth. He put his hand on the camera again before Newt ordered Thomas to reposition himself.

Will that guy remember last night? He looked at the model who was looking at the camera. A gentle smile like that of a prince in a dream was not shown to the camera. He rolled his eyes and clicked the shutter.

No...I don't remember...I was so drunk...

Think and then carry on with your duties without missing a beat. Until now, he has taken pictures of every corner of the hotel. Next, it's the job of the photo editors...

His work is now finished...

“Ah, really, Minho,” the young male model who was the favorite for the event called the photographer. He turned to look at him with an expression that was hardly suspicious.

“Is there something...?” he asked quietly. He deftly puts his favorite camera into his bag. A few meters passed and Newt was busy editing and choosing the best ones.

“Well...if you don't mind...can I exchange business cards?” Thomas stammered. Minho bent down and searched for something in his bag.

“Give me yours,” the Asian man said, holding out his hand while holding a rectangular piece of paper in his other hand.

Thomas immediately grabbed his business card and placed it in Minho's hand. The two exchanged business cards and spent a few minutes talking. Minho left.

A faint smile was carved at the corner of the young model's mouth.

“I remember…”

Free

Thomas walked back into the hotel. He found Newt sitting at the bar as usual. Newt liked to drink, of course, even though he was small. But his neck was so stiff that he gave in.

"Hey Tommy?" Newt greeted. There were several shot glasses all over the counter. “After finishing work, coming to drink later is really awesome, right? Do you think so?”

“That's it... there's nothing like celebrating when you've finished work,” he said before ordering several shots of liquor.

Newt looked at the model with a cheerful smile on his face. Who couldn't tell how happy this bloke was to exchange business cards with the Asian photographer? He himself had known Minho for many years. I thought it would be a good idea to enter the house at some point...

But no matter how you look at it Every photo he saw Minho take...that one looking directly at the camera...he felt like he wasn't looking at the camera...

And then Newt thought of something. He immediately turned to look at the model next to him.

“But...Tommy...” Newt called out to the young man who was taking the first shot. He turned to look as if asking with his eyes.

“You drank thirty-seven shots last night, weren't you drunk...?”

The young male model smiled.

Get drunk...

Must be drunk...

What's wrong with you, child?

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