Thomas:

Thomas woke up in pain. He knew he would after what happened last night. He wasn't entirely sure what came over Minho, but he wasn't sure he liked it. He'd been... rough. Thomas went with it because, who knew? Maybe he'd like it. Maybe it would be great.

It wasn't, though.

It felt... distant. He couldn't even see Minho as he had pounded into him. Minho hadn't seemed passionate like he normally did. No, he'd seemed angry. At the time Thomas was too tired to consider if Minho was angry at him, or just angry in general.

But now, well now he wanted answers.

And so a minute later when Minho walked into Thomas's bedroom with two mugs of coffee, Thomas silently took one. When Thomas woke up, he became immediately aware of the hickeys and bruises all over his body. He pulled on a sweatshirt to cover them. Minho settled back into bed next to him, and the boys sipped their coffee in silence. Thomas examined Minho, and Minho avoided his gaze. Thomas was pointedly waiting for Minho to bring up the elephant in the room, but instead Minho said something else.

"My dad was home when I stopped by yesterday."

Thomas blinked. "I thought you said no one was home?" he asked.

"I did" Minho said quietly.

"So you lied?"

Minho closed his eyes. "I was upset," he said. "I'm sorry."

Thomas let out a long breath. "What happened?" he asked.

"He pretty much told me to go back in the closet," Minho said, still not looking at Thomas. "Tell my mom we're over and just screw you behind the scenes."

"Oh." Thomas felt his heart twist. Minho wasn't actually considering that, was he? He remained silent and waited for Minho to explain. Minho caught his eye, and his eyebrows shot up. He set his mug down and held his hands up defensively.

"I'm not going to," he said. "Of course I won't. You're... You're more than someone that I just want to screw when no one's looking."

"Oh really?" Thomas said plainly.

Minho blinked at him. His ears turned pink. "Of course" he said.

Thomas held his gaze, not ready to back down. "That's not really how you treated me last night" he said.

Minho visibly cringed at the words, and Thomas immediately knew that Minho regretted last night. That was really all Thomas needed, was to know that his Minho was back. That this wasn't the detached angry boy he'd been with last night.

"I'm sorry, Thomas, I..." Minho took a deep, shaking breath. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I acted like a real... a real..."

"Fuckboy?" Thomas finished. Thomas looked over at Minho, and he realized Minho was breaking. He was staring at the ceiling, and he was blinking rapidly as if to fight off tears.

"Thomas" he said, and any anger left in Thomas disappeared.

He reached over and pulled Minho into his arms. Minho melted into him, and nuzzled into Thomas's neck. "I don't deserve this klunk," he said. "I'm such an asshole to you."

"Shut up," Thomas told him. "You're allowed to be upset, okay? You are. And you're allowed to react however you want to. But... Well, I prefer if you cry on my shoulder instead of taking it out on my ass." He laughed awkwardly, and Minho let out a small, hollow laugh.

"Why didn't you stop me?" Minho asked, his voice completely serious. "I... I was hurting you, wasn't I?"

Thomas gave a tiny shrug. He rubbed his hand in circles on Minho's back. "Kind of," he said carefully. "It felt good, too, but..."

Minho pressed his forehead into Thomas's neck. "But?"

"But... You know how girls always say there's a difference between making love and fucking?" Thomas asked. Minho nodded. "The first two times we had sex, I think... I think that was making love. Last night..."

"That was fucking" Minho finished.

Thomas nodded. "It was nice and all, but..."

Minho lifted his head and met Thomas's eyes. Thomas didn't miss the fact that Minho had finally let a few tears spill. "But we're in love, right?" he said, and he almost sounded as if he were afraid of the answer.

Thomas leaned forward and kissed Minho, slow and soft. "We're in love," he confirmed. "So let's start acting like it."


Minho:

On Monday, Minho cornered Aris in the hallway. Poor boy looked terrified, and Minho couldn't blame him considering how Minho had treated him.

"Minho," Aris fumbled as he slowly inched away from him. "Look, I swear there's nothing going on between Thomas and I anymore. He chose you, I-"

"I'm sorry" Minho blurted out.

Aris stopped mid-sentence, his mouth still hanging open. "Uh... What?"

"I'm sorry," he repeated sheepishly. "I've been a real shank to you. You don't deserve it. I'm sorry. You're a better person than I am, and Thomas probably should've chosen you, okay?"

Aris blinked. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he finally spoke. "Thank you," he said. "For apologizing."

Minho gave a nod. "I won't be a jerk to you anymore, I swear. I'm done being jealous," he said. "Uh... Thomas said you met a new guy?"

Aris nodded. "Yeah, kinda," he said. He gave an awkward laugh. "Maybe. I get really awkward and nervous around him. He probably thinks I'm weird..."

Minho smiled at him. He was starting to see what Thomas saw in him. He was awkward, but it was kind of adorable. "He probably thinks it's cute," Minho said. "You should just be yourself. Make friends with him first, you know? Cuz trust me, falling in love with your best friend is the easiest thing in the world." Aris blushed a little bit, but he smiled Minho. He gave Aris a slight nod. "I'll see you around."

Minho turned to leave, but then Aris spoke up again. "You're wrong," he blurted out.

Minho turned to look at him. He raised an eyebrow. Aris cleared his throat and collected himself. "Uh, when you said that Thomas should've chosen me," he said. "You're wrong. You guys love each other, right? So... That's what matters. He didn't choose the wrong person. So... Remember that, okay?"

Minho bit his lip, and nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said. "I will."


This chapter's kind of short, but the next one will be longer. I hope ya liked these last couple chapters. I'll update soon. Thanks for reading!