Always, always.

Thomas & Newt

(c) Traceylane

Thai Translated by Cloudwd

quote.

- "x i kissed my best friend and booked it" au -

And that was it. Lips on his.

note.

This fic is a translated fic from English written by

traceylane

yes

There might be some strange words that come out. Because it's the first translation in my life hahaha

The events in the story are not based on movies or books. Based on just the characters, personalities, and habits (

AU)

And we read it and thought it was cute. So I translated it and published it to spread the word.

You can recommend and criticize. And thank you for pressing in to read.,

The Thomas Newt ship is hard to find. This is the reason why this pair was translated to hit the market haha.

But I like other couples like Minho Thomas as well. In conclusion, we still can't find the main ship.

These three men together are pleasing to the ears and eyes. It's hard to choose. Haha <33'

Thank you theme ◊

SQWEEZ

“Minho, I have something to tell you.”

It was normal on Saturday nights for Minho and Thomas to play games.

PS3

together

Their living room was as messy as two teenage roommates could be.

The floor of the room was full of crunchy snacks. empty pizza box The remnants of a civilization of candy wrappers on a carpet speckled with soda stains.

This was all something Minho said he would deal with sooner or later. When is that? Just a moment.

And even though the floor was dirty to the max. But Minho always forced Thomas to take off his shoes before entering the room.

Minho remained focused on the game screen. “If what you say is a bad joke, I will kill you.”

Thomas lightly kicked Minho's body, "Come on."

Minho takes a sip of Coke and chokes on it when his own game character is killed. He asked Thomas further.

“Uh, what is it?” he asked, still a little choked up.

“Well…it's not such a bad thing.”

"Okay, whatever it is, just say it."

But Thomas refused to say anything.

Minho turned around to look, “What? Just say it.”

Dozens of grenades shot out as Minho turned towards Thomas. It exploded and killed his game character in a pool of blood once again.

“Oh! Shit! Thomas,” Minho pressed.

pause

The game before his character resurrected and turned to his friends.

“Seriously? You know, no matter what, I'm on your side. But if you kill someone, just say so and I'll get you a sack and a shovel. Then we'll bury that wound together."

"I didn't kill anyone!"

Minho's eyes widened. “Or is it worse?”

“No!”

Minho sighed. “So what's the matter?”

Thomas lowered his head, his hand pulling a frayed thread from his pants as he muttered something that Minho couldn't hear. His demeanor looked unusually shy.

"what?"

Thomas swallowed before speaking again, more clearly.

"Newt and I...kissed."

Minho let his joystick fall to the ground.

"What do you mean it's not a bad thing!?"

"That's not the case!"

“Are you sure, guys? We're talking about Newt here. Our best friend since kindergarten...Newt.”

"Yes…"

"You're the termite-faced bastard."

"I know"

Minho ran a hand through his hair. “Since when?”

"last night"

“Dammit, how?”

“I stayed after Brenda's party. And I...don't know. We just talked.”

Thomas didn't want to admit that it was really a 'talk'.

He skipped over the topic of them laying side by side in Newt's bed. with each side having their legs crossed over each other

He didn't tell the story. Actually, it was like being in a dream. When he and Newt looked at each other without breaking eye contact. Or even when both he and Newt made themselves feel drunk. Even though in fact he wasn't that drunk.

It was just a pretext for their hands to caress each other's bodies like it was normal. And Thomas wasn't sure if he had his arm around Newt's waist or not. But what was certain was that Thomas knew that he would not mention this matter to Minho.

Minho raised his eyebrows. “Just talking? Because if you say that, it means you'll kiss everyone you just talk to.

Okay…so will you kiss me?”

“Quiet,” Thomas interrupted. “Okay, that's different.”

“How is it different?”

Thomas gulped. Try to remember when it happened.

“I don't know, Tommy, sometimes I feel---it's like everything's empty. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

"how?"

Newt turned and looked at Thomas.

“Something's missing, I think,” Newt replied. “It feels like I'm all alone.”

Thomas frowned, "Anyway, you're not alone."

"Probably like you said."

"Well---" Thomas said, propping himself up on his elbows and staring at Newt. “—Because I am here.”

"You're here all the time."

"Yes, always...forever."

Newt smiled at what he heard, shaking his head slightly.

“Um, forever.”

Then it happened.

The story of Thomas and Newt kissing

“It's just different.”

Minho sucked in a breath, his hand still covering half of his face. “Okay, you said you kissed that guy, now what?”

"Then I.. ran away." Thomas looked down at his lap. Trying to remember how he got out of that bed before grabbing his things and leaving Newt's house.

"Bottle Head"

“I know!” Thomas stretched out his arms and legs on the bed. “Damn it, if you could see that guy's face when I came out. That's the worst part, you know?”

“Oh, I can imagine.”

“No, you don't understand---that's crazy. I've never seen a doctor like this. So please say something.”

Minho nodded his head, he understood everything.

Thomas covered his face with his hands. “That guy really hates me. Termites. I'm a termite, Minho.”

The silence that occurred in such a short period of time made the situation even more tense. Thomas almost screamed. Minho sat and bit his nails while thinking about something.

“Listen, Thomas.”

"Oh, what's up?"

“I am going to tell you something that Gally said. About Newt...and you.”

Thomas moaned, “Gully? What does that guy know about this, huh?”

"I'm sure I know more than you think."

“What does that guy know?”

Minho cleared his throat, “That doctor said The two of you must have done something like this---one day or another.”

Thomas rolled his eyes in displeasure. He looked at Minho, “Hmm, that sounds Gully.”

“Yes, but maybe that guy's right. That termite has good sense and will die.”

That reminded Thomas of when Brenda and Theresa came out to a group of friends last week.

The matter was that the two had been secretly dating each other for six months, and of course, no one except Gully knew about this before. Those who heard the announcement immediately rolled their eyes and said, 'Spilled? It's almost the eighth month, so tell me.'

“Um, really good sense.”

“And from what Gully said, it can be interpreted that Newt... likes you. That makes sense.”

Thomas turned to look at Minho questioningly, "Oh, really?"

“Are you kidding me? Even I thought about it. Because you and Newt are acting like an example to your father, and your mother is angry.”

“What? We're not!”

“Plus, that guy planned your birthday party two months in advance.”

"It's—normal things that friends do---"

“And it's all the little details about Tommy.”

“That's a nickname!”

“Is that the dog's name? What are you talking about?” Minho interjected, and the other party was helpless to argue. He lay down on the bed.

“Does Newt really like me?” Thomas asked himself.

And Minho replied almost immediately, “Very much.”

Thomas sighed, “God, kill me.”

"What about you? Do you like that guy?"

And then Thomas thought...

Thinking about how he liked to collect the notes that Newt took on exchanges for the days he was sick and missed school.

The story that he always liked to help Newt with his things. And in the end, Newt was the one who carried Thomas's lightweight luggage instead.

Thinking of all the times he'd been with Newt on days when the other person seemed unusually quiet and kept asking questions until Newt felt better.

Think of the feeling that No matter how constricted his own heart was now, Newt gave him a wry smile and told him it was okay.

Thinking of the time he'd been with Newt for eight hours and not spoken to each other. Until they kissed

After that there was no conversation. There hasn't been a single message sent to each other since then.

And it's a feeling of emptiness It's like something is missing.

“Oh shit.”

“Yes,” Minho said, “that's exactly what I thought.”

Newt hadn't left the house all day.

He can't sleep. Tossing and turning for hours until the sun came up. Looking at the ceiling in despair

What's wrong with him?

Thomas---his friend best friend Both handsome and stupid at the same time.

But she has always been his best friend.

Newt knew that his relationship with Thomas was strong. But this still wasn't the way he wanted.

When Newt woke up in the morning He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it first. In case there is a missed call. or a single message, but no

In the beginning, he checked it every thirty seconds. Then move to every minute. and every hour

until 10 p.m. Newt threw his cell phone on the floor outside the room.

And at midnight fifty-three minutes He heard a rattling sound coming from the wooden floor outside the room.

[THOMAS] :

We need to talk.

Is that a symbol (.)? Normally Thomas wouldn't use it. But this time, I used Plus, this message also causes Newt to have unusual hallucinations.

Of course, anything related to Thomas now haunted him.

[NEWT] :

I have nothing to talk to you about.

It was because Newt wanted to avoid that type of conversation.

“Nothing has changed. We are still friends as before.”

Because he knows it's not true.

or even "That kiss isn't a big problem."

Newt nodded. He forced a smile and pretended he could handle it.

[THOMAS] :

So get ready. Because I'm in front of your house.

What do you say???

Newt looked out the window and saw Thomas standing there waving at him. Leave your own bicycle in the front yard. As soon as he knew that disaster was coming Newt ran both hands into his own hair. Tears almost flowed as he stomped through the room. Jumped on the bed and whispered curses to himself.

“Shit, shit, bad luck, really bad luck, really termites,” before looking out the window again. and that he saw Thomas walking through the field

Newt sneaks downstairs. Careful not to wake up the people in the house, he turned on the light, opened the door, and Thomas was standing right in front of the door.

"Newt," Thomas' voice sounded breathless. Newt wasn't acting right.

"My parents are sleeping. And I'm very tired---I didn't sleep well---“

Thomas's eyes widened upon hearing that. Feeling guilty, he immediately continued, "Newt, it's me---"

But was cut off by Newt who was blushing.

“No---not even because of you. Er—I mean—I have something to think about.”

And Newt almost bit his tongue for saying that. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.

“Just---can I give you some time? Save it for later."

After this, many more times, or never again...forever.

"Can't do that," Thomas said, grabbing Newt's arm before he could turn around and slam the door in Thomas' face.

“Newt, I can't stop thinking about this...shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ran. I just...it's just..."

"Mistake," Newt added at the end of what Thomas couldn't say. And that made Thomas squeeze Newt's arm tighter.

“Oh—no—it's not like that at all. Maybe I'm...confused? Or I was surprised that I did that---”

“---And I'm really sorry.”

But Newt didn't say anything. Thomas then brought his hands down to take Newt's cold hands. Just like he always does when the other person is quiet like this.

Newt thought of the sentence he should say. And because it wasn't something that really matched his feelings. So Newt is careful. and spoke as calmly as he could.

"I still want us to be friends like before."

"what?"

“I don't want that to happen to us, okay? I don't want us to act weird with each other just because of—that stupid drunk kiss.”

Newt looked down at his feet. "Just forget it, please."

Thomas glared at Newt and quickly spoke.

“No, Newt, you don't want that. And I don't want to forget it. I still think about it...often. And I'm sure this isn't a mistake---"

“—The only mistake was that I didn't do something sooner. Oh, termites. I'm sorry.”

"Oh," Newt looked up at Thomas.

"Do you think it was a mistake?"

"No!" Newt said loudly. He immediately put his hand up to cover his mouth and waited for a while to make sure his parents wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night over hearing them talking. or join in the conversation as well

They were both quiet until they were sure they were really alone.

Thomas stepped closer to Newt until their toes touched. So close he could almost count the blonde hairs on Newt's head one by one.

"Newt, do you like me?"

Newt immediately stuttered back. "I--wait--what question are you asking about termites? I don't---"

Newt's nose visibly reddened. And Thomas refused to let go or take a step back.

Newt sighed.

"Oh---yes, I like you and I really care about you, okay?" Newt swallowed hard and looked into Thomas' eyes. It was a look in Newt's eyes that he couldn't read.

"Are you happy?"

Then Thomas sighed. Sliding his arms up and around Newt's shoulders, he buried his face in the other's neck and muttered.

"the most"

And it happened again

Thomas is kissing Newt.

Minho messaged Gally a few days later.

[GALLY] :

Thomas and Newt

[GALLY] :

Fuck already, yes or no?

[MINHO] :

I think that's right.

[MINHO] :

But I don't know, maybe not.

[GALLY] :

Or maybe they're still at the stage of holding hands, I don't know.

[GALLY] :

The way transvestites like to do

[MINHO] : 55555555555

[GALLY] :

You owe me 20 bucks.

[MINHO] :

Compensate by treating them to dinner. How does that sound? <3

[GALLY] :

what?

[GALLY] :

It looks like you're making fun of me, you bottlehead.

[MINHO] :

It's a good start.

[MINHO] :

Maybe

[GALLY] :

Are you...?

[MINHO] :

See you at 7 PM.

[GALLY] :

Ha??!

[MINHO] :

It's 7 p.m.

end.