fuck i laughed at my own oneshot name that's not ok

dentist newt & minho au because I SAID SO

TW SORT OF: mentions of suicide, just joking 'i'm going to kms'

To say that Thomas hated the dentist was a definite understatement. 

He hated teeth, he hated needles, he hated the stupid mouthwash the dentists gave you, he hated that really weird banana toothpaste that sticks to your teeth for half an hour afterwards. He basically hated everything about it.

The dentist he used to go to was relatively okay. The actual dentists were nice enough, and he had grown to be quite nice to Brenda - his 'actual dentist'. So, due to this, he had a sobbing session when he moved houses because he'd have to change dentists to the very stereotypical stabby-needle-killing dentist in Denver.

Which he did not want to do. Unsurprisingly.

His new dentist looked mediocre. It was called 'Right Arm', for some stupid reason. Like, his old dentist was called WICKED, but Right Arm? It should've been something actually dentist-y instead. 

And of course, Thomas being Thomas, decided to announce his thoughts whilst walking into his new dentists, making an absolutely great first impression. 

——

Thomas furrowed his brows at the company name that was written in a pretty font on the front of the building. It suited the decoration and all, but he still couldn't understand the name Right Arm. Teresa has chosen the dentist for him, because she went there and the people were nice and apparently 2 of the dentists were 'really fucking hot... and gay!'.

And, to be fair, if that wasn't enough to convince Thomas, what would be?

He crossed his arms with a pout, looking around for Teresa (he would not come without her - that'd be terrifying) once he realised she was gone. "Oi! Wait up!"

Teresa huffed, opening the front door but waiting for her best friend nevertheless. "Slowpoke." She rolled her eyes, tapping her foot impatiently even though she only had to wait a few seconds. She was dramatic like that.

"Shut up." Thomas mumbled, sticking his tongue out. He walked up to the door. "Seriously though, Tess, what type of name is Right Arm? It should be, I dunno, Wisdom Tooth or something. Like what on Earth does...."

The female just ignored him and his ranting, pushing the door when it clearly said pull and grumbling under her breath with narrowed eyes. She pulled the door open, grinning like mad when she was welcomed by a darker-skinned male at the front desk.

"Alby!"

"....Right Arm. Almost as bad as mydentist or whatever that fucking company is called." 

Thomas' irritation / confusion completely cancelled out Teresa's greeting as his voice was so stupidly loud.

Teresa giggled manically when a rather tall, eyebrow-y male eyed Thomas with such eagle eyes that made him want to run away. "If you don't like it, you can leave, Greenie."

Thomas blinked blankly. "I want to leave, trust me." And he most certainly did want to leave. This satanic male intimidated him.

The woman there scoffed, slinging her arm around her best friend's shoulders. "You're not going anywhere, bestie." She looked at Alby and the 'unnamed satanic male'. "That's Gally," She pointed to said 'unnamed satanic male' who was now satanic Gally in Thomas' eyes. "And that's Alby." Her index finger moved from satanic Gally to Alby, who let out a gruff noise.

"Uh..hi Alby." Thomas furrowed his brows. "Hi satanic Gally."

When there was a silence and a very pissed glare thrown in his directions, he knew he said something he didn't mean to say. He definitely fucked up. A daily occurrence in Thomas' life, to be entirely honest.

"Who the bloody hell called Gally satanic? Who do I need to marry now?"

Okay, maybe he didn't fuck up as much as he thought because there was a gorgeous British accent from behind him that made him jump. Maybe an angel came to save him from his embarrassment.

Teresa sniggered, leaning forward to Thomas' ear. "That's one of the hot ones." She span him around to get him to face the 'hot one'.

And boy oh boy, hot was an understatement.

The male had messy blond hair and such sweet eyes. His eyes did not suit his appearance, in Thomas' mind, as they held such lovingness and kindness and his body was just like a fucking model and shit.

"Oh. Someone new!" The blond clasped his hands together with a beaming grin that made Thomas have an omgomgomg<3 moment. "You must be... I forgot the name. Tommy, is it?"

Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out due to his extreme gay panicking of 'Tommy', so Teresa took pity and answered for him. "He's called Thomas. He's having a panic." She slapped him across the face, causing him to spin around to face her with an offended noise.

"Teresa!-"

"There we go, he's alive once more!" She put her hands in the air in an exaggerated whoop. "Don't really know if that's a good thing or not but woo!"

He huffed, crossing his arms. "That's a good thing. If you didn't have me, you would be dead."

Teresa hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. She looked at the blond with a smile, then turned back to Thomas. "Tom, this is Newt."

"...Newt?" He furrowed his brows, biting his lip to suppress a laugh because he didn't want to come across as rude. Once he realised he probably already had, he disguised a laugh with a cough and stammered, "I,uh, I didn't mean it like that. It's a nice name. Makes you... mysterious?"

Newt barked out a laugh - a hearty noise Thomas instantly wanted to hear more of. "Mysterious, eh? Okay, Tommy."

Thomas grumbled incoherently, crossing his arms with pink cheeks and a pout like a five year old. "Shut up. I was having a-"

"Gay panic."

"I was going to say a moment." He shot Teresa a glare. "But my name's Thomas. Not Tommy."

Newt imitated the action, crossing his own arms and pouting. "But I don't care. I'm calling you Tommy whether you like it or not, Tommy."

Teresa snickered at their bickering and Alby finally stopped tapping at the computer and spoke up. "Are you checking in or not?"

Newt smiled. "Aw, Alby, don't be such a twat." He shook his head with an amused smile. "Check him in already, then he can come in."

Thomas looked at Teresa for moral support, his eyes and expression saying 'fuck-help-me-i-hate-the-dentist-i'm-scared'. Teresa just giggled and slapped him on the back. "Don't be so scared! Even I'm less of a pussy than you."

The brunet gasped. "Fuck, that's insulting."

She twirled her hair around her finger and used her other hand to flip him off before prancing over to Newt and swinging around on his arm. "Can I come in the room to calm this big baby down?"

Thomas looked at Newt, expecting a 'get off me ew', but no. Instead, Newt just stuck his tongue out immaturely, grabbing her hand and swinging it like you would when you're walking. "Why are you even asking? Of course."

"Correct answer." She released her hand, walking over to her best friend once more. "Come on, Tom. I'll even hold your hand."

——

Scary.

The room was very scary.

"Tess, I'm fucking SCARED." Thomas whisper-shouted to Teresa, following Newt. "He's so hot I'm literally gonna burp whilst he's looking at my teeth and I'll make such a fool of myself."

Teresa laughed too loudly for the conversation they were having, and Newt turned around with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head, wiping her eyes and trying to stop her manic laughing. "No, please do that."

Thomas didn't reply, but instead gulped. He despised dentists and had a mild fear of hot men, so when you put the two together? His brain supplied denmen and hottists which both made him suppress a laugh. 

Newt opened a door, revealing a perfectly polished dentist room. Nothing interesting really, very normal - a dentist chair, all the, shiver, tools, the weird gross mouthwash stuff. 

Oh.

Thomas didn't know, but he assumed that when you walked into a dentist room, you weren't supposed to see 2 posters of the dentist on the wall.

Newt clearly thought the same about his room, because he let out a groan and turned to the other person in the room who the brunet didn't even notice. "Minho! I said take it down, not put another one up! Bloody hell, why do I even bother?" He kissed his teeth with a shake of his head and sat down in the chair beside the actual dentist chair. "Uh, Tommy, if you want to sit down?"

The raven-haired, Minho, span around with a chuckle. "You should be happy. I'm trying to show everyone how amazing you are." 

Thomas also thought Minho was very hot. 

He didn't need to know that but whatever.

Thomas walked over to the dentist chair and sat himself down in it awkwardly, shuffling backwards. 

Newt rolled his eyes at Minho. "Whatever, bitch." His demeanour completely changed when he looked at the brunet with a smile. "Alright, Tommy. You okay? I'm just gonna, you know.." He dragged off, putting the dentist seat down a tiny bit so he could lean over. "Alright. You know how this works I assume - just a check up."

Thomas just nodded, looking anywhere but Newt's eyes. He could feel his face heating up and he hated it so much and just sissjjfjsifigksmf. 

There was a noise that the brunet automatically associated with a swivel chair, and Minho was suddenly beside him at the other side. "Hi." He smirked. 

The brunet blinked blankly. "Hi..?" 

Minho chuckled and Newt swatted him away, reaching over Thomas. "How professional. Come on, Minho. Let's actually do our jobs?"

The raven-haired grinned once more. "It's much easier to do your job when your patient isn't hot."

Thomas almost choked on his saliva. 

Teresa snickered. "Gay."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Love, stop being an idiot. Help me out and stop embarrassing Tommy." He had an amused smile on his face though, and surprisingly it put Thomas at ease. "Alright, you okay? Open your mouth."

Teresa laughed manically, doubling over on the chair she was sat on. "This sounds like some sort of fucking porn show!"

Thomas had completely zoned out. All he could think about was the 'love'. A usually he would've been sobbing his eyes out whilst the dentist has the metal tools in his mouth, but nope, that time all he could think about was 'love'. Were they dating or something? If they were, then why did Minho call him hot?

Teresa clearly picked up on his thoughts. "I can hear your cogs moving up there, Tom." Thomas could hear the shit-eating grin in her voice. "They're poly."

Thomas shot up and nearly choked on a tool.

——

He had to get a filling.

He was going to cry and sob and throw a tantrum because that's exactly what happened last time. 

Well, he had been like 9 but, you know, still. 

Teresa was helping him calm the fuck down by playing his amazing playlist, that basically consisted of Avril Lavigne, Twice, Justin Timberlake, The Pussycat Dolls and Spice Girls. And of course others, but those were the main artists he has an obsession with. 

She refused to play any Justin Timberlake because she much preferred the other 4 artists.

So that's how they ended up listening to Scientist and The Feels on loop on the way to the dentist. 

Thomas groaned, walking into the dentist with a disgusted expression on his face. "I hate this so much. Kill me now." 

Teresa just scoffed in response, shoving him forward a bit so he'd walk quicker because he was a snail when he wanted to be. "Stop being so dramatic! Come on, Newt and Minho definitely think you're hot, so they'll be all 'oh my god Tommy are you okay?? We can stop anytime!!!' and it'll definitely sound sexual so kill me." 

"Die." He huffed, walking up to the front desk. "Uhh.. Hi again. Thomas Greene for an appointment at 10:45." 

Alby nodded towards the seats. "Take a seat." 

Teresa and Thomas thanked him, going to sit down. "God, I hate everyone." 

"Not everyone." Teresa corrected. "Definitely not me. Probably not Newt and Minho. Oh, also, you should totally give them nicknames!" 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't mean pet names, Tess?" 

"Not really." A pause. "Yeah, I definitely mean pet names." 

After laughing, they were interrupted by a new presence in the room. The door swung open, revealing the one and only Minho with his smirk that Thomas could tell was definitely his signature smirk. 

Minho scanned the room, stopping when he saw Thomas. "Hey, Tomboy!"

Thomas narrowed his eyes defensively whilst Teresa shoved him, as if to say 'hey-look-nickname'. Yeah, definitely to say that. "Tomboy?"

"Yes." He crossed his arms with a raised eyebrows. "Got a problem with it?"

"Huh." The brunet copied the action, grinning but also blushing slightly. Slightly. "I think it's only  fair if you get a nickname too, Min."

You see, Thomas might be going blind. Possibly. But he swore he saw a hint of blush on Minho's face, but it disappeared as soon as he saw it. He dragged his eyes away from the raven-haired's face, and towards his body. He was not checking him out, though, obviously. Just... seeing if he worked out.

Which he definitely did.

Irrelevant, anyway.

"Min? Huh. Alright." Minho shrugged, acting not fazed at all. "Well, we're ready for your appointment now."

Thomas let out an exaggerated groan, hauling himself up and latching his hand onto Teresa's. "Fuck me." 

Teresa just snorted, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze but Minho was the one to reply. "Maybe if you ask nicely."

"Please fuck me- Wait.-" Thomas started, eyes widening when he realised what the fuck Minho said and what the fuck he himself said. "I didn't process that. I did not process that at all." He went bright red and Minho would be lying if he said it wasn't cute. 

Minho and Teresa both laughed, and the Korean opened the room door, holding it open like the gentlemen he was. He bowed when the female walked in, earning a curtsy from her and batted eyelashes. Thomas ignored the pair, instead having an internal panic about how he just possibly asked Minho to fuck him.

"What the bloody hell did you do to him, Minho?" Newt laughed when he saw the bright red brunet who was crossing his arms defensively for the 10394949th time.

Minho just shrugged. "He asked me to fuck him."

"I-It wasn't like that!" Thomas stammered out. "I swear to god. I'm going to die of embarrassment." He mumbled and pulled down his eyes earning a laugh out of the other three.

Teresa hummed. "You've asked many people to fuck you before and you never get this embarrassed. I'd know because we've had sex. Yeah, he's good at sex so Minho and Newt you should totally sex him."

"Teresa."

"Thomas."

"We're in a dentist."

She furrowed her brows and nodded cautiously.

"There are weapons?" He supplied with a raised eyebrow.

She gasped in offence, putting a hand to her heart. "You wouldn't. Also, you know weapons aren't the worst things here. Your singing and dancing definitely is and that would kill me 10x quicker. So, therefore, your threat is not at all threatening." 

Thomas scrunched his face up in confusion. Was he an idiot or what? "What the fuck has my singing got anything to do with your death and the dentist tools?"

"Uh, they're both murderous." Teresa twisted a piece of her hair around her finger like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, to be fair, it probably was if you heard Thomas sing. "I think I've lost 10 years of my life after hearing you sing all the lyrics to the feels. I shiver even when I think about it." And, just to prove her point, she shook her entire body.

Minho gasped. "Twice!" He put his hands in the air with a whoop. "But seriously, glad to know I want to sex a good sexer."

Newt groaned, putting his head in his hands. "Don't go on a rampage about Twice please. Also, that doesn't even make any sense, Minho!"

Thomas just, once again, blinked and tried to catch up with the conversation. He was going to reply to the 'Twice!' spoken by Minho, but his brain malfunctioned when said Korean said he wanted to 'sex' Thomas. Thomas.exe has broken. Please restart.

Teresa giggled at Thomas and shoved him playfully. She definitely knew he was having a gay panic internally, and probably externally. "Careful, Tom, you don't want to pop a boner at the dentists." 

Thomas seemed to be the only one who found that humiliating (understandably) as Minho erupted into laughter and Newt did in fact grin. "Tess!" He whined. He couldn't bare to imagine how fucking red he was in the face.

Newt spoke before Teresa or Minho could reply and embarrass him further. "Alright. Should we actually do this appointment then?"

"No." 

The Brit smiled and rolled his eyes. "I heard a yes. Okay, x-ray first, then we can do the filling. Teresa, would you mind stepping outside whilst we do it? The x-ray I mean."

Teresa bit her lip to suppress her smile, and she could tell Minho got the very same thought as she did. "...Whilst you do it?"

"I fucking hate you." Thomas pushed her out the room, and shut the door behind her. There was a laugh from behind the door and he completely ignored it. Teresa was a bitch. He would not be embarrassed. Nope. He was an independent man and he could get an x-ray done of his teeth without wanting to kill himself.

——

Thomas was definitely not an independent man who could get an x-ray done of his teeth without wanting to kill himself. 

As soon as he sat down, his panicky thought process was interrupted by Minho's bombardment of, "I hope he has less of a gag reflex than Teresa does.". 

This statement instantly began to make him think 'Jesus fucking christ i'm going to die because my gag reflex will suddenly appear around 20 years late'. Stupidly, really. He had to have had many x-rays before and has never, and I mean never, had to spit out the weird plastic. His mouth was just made for deep-throating and dentistry, apparently.

Whether that was a good thing or not, Thomas didn't know. Though he took a guess that it was probably good, for deep-throating and x-rays alike.

He probably should've replied to Minho's comment, but his brain was now on automatic anxiety mode. Perfect.

He completely zoned out whilst Newt was explaining, and just nodded and he was definitely not ready for the plastic to be put in his mouth, but whatever. His own stupid fault, anyway.

Minho spun his chair over to the computer, where he tapped in a few things, probably getting the x-ray machine ready. Newt just looked over Thomas, smiling softly. "You okay?"

The brunet nodded, fluttering his eyes shut. X-rays were never that bad, it was just the stupid fillings he hated. Plastic in his mouth is fine, but metal in his mouth? Hell no.

It was over as quick as it started, and Thomas felt nothing whatsoever. He only knew it was done when Newt prodded him on the nose softly. He blinked a few times at the blond, who just beamed. Adorably. Thomas could not help the blush. 

"It's done, Tommy." Newt took the plastic out and the brunet sat up, completely disoriented for some reason.

And that was the end of the lack of humiliation. 

Minho grinned, looking at Thomas when he sat up. "Soooo, Tomboy." He dragged out the 'so', dragging his eyes all over the brunet teasingly. "You don't have a gag reflex?"

There was a laugh from behind the door, and from the corner of the room. Thomas, on the other hand, just blinked. "No?" He cocked his head to the side, his brain completely dead even though he was thinking about deep-throating a second ago. "Oh. Oh." 

The Korean smirked then broke out into laughter. Thomas just groaned, burying his head in his hands in an attempt to hide any evidence that he was possibly blushing like crazy.

The door then opened, revealing a bubbly Teresa. She put her hands together, having just the tips of her fingers touch each other like a businessperson. "You ready for your filling, Tom?"

—— 

okay i just fucking remembered you usually get the numbing injection first and then you get an x-ray, then you carry on with your filling but i couldnt be bothered to rewrite so sorry not sorry oops

No.

He was most certainly not.

He was 1 more air sucky thing away from having a complete breakdown.

Right, when the numbing injection was put into his mouth, he was like 'Okay, this hurts, but it's not too bad, Newt and Minho are nice and I'm being a cliché bitch, but seriously, it'll be okay, Thomas'. 

While his mouth was numbing, Newt, Minho and Teresa were taking the weird feeling off his mind by having a complete party in the room.

The Feels was playing in the background, Newt was having a complete breakdown and Minho and Teresa were singing along and doing the choreography. Thomas would have, but obviously his mouth was not working and he had to sit down.

After the numbing, he had to get it all cleaned and whatever and it was okay. Probably the easiest part.

After that, the sucking air whatever part. He didn't like it. He hated it and it stressed him out and the noise made him want to be sick.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

God, no.

The drilling into his tooth to remove the decaying part stressed him out so much that he had to prod Minho on his side to get them to stop.

Minho instantly panicked, and told Newt to stop and the blond thankfully did.

Thomas shot up, eyes watering, swallowing the saliva left in his mouth. "Fuck- Sorry, sorry." He mumbled, running a hand through his hair and exhaled a shaky breath. 

Newt walked over, placing a hesitant hand on his thigh. "It's okay, love. Don't apologise. Take as long as you need." Thomas almost missed the 'love'.

Teresa frowned, also walking over, and holding his hand. "I hate the drilling. It makes you feel like you're going to get your brain taken out of your nose like they used to do in Egyptian times with the scalpel-"

Minho hummed in agreement. He seemed quite awkward with what was going on, as if he had no clue what to do and he wasn't used to comforting people. Newt was probably the comforter in their relationship.

"Thanks Teresa, I get it." Thomas let out a breathy laugh, squeezing her hand reassuringly. 

Teresa was doing an awful lot to help him, and he really appreciated her.

But god, Newt? Newt put him at ease 10x quicker and easier.

——

"I can't fweel  my mouf." Thomas complained whilst sitting in the car next to Teresa with a pout. "Everyfwing about that fwucking appointment was stoopid."

Teresa barked out a laugh at him. "You sound like a five year old, Tom." She paused, looking at him with a smirk when the lights at the crossing were on red. "Or should I say... love?"

Thomas ignored her, looking straight ahead with crossed arms and pink-tainted cheeks. Teresa was so annoyingly stupid and he knew if he tried to complain, she'd laugh at his immature voice that sounded like a really deep voiced toddler. Plus, he didn't know what to say anyway. What would he say? 'Stop imitating one of the stupid men I seem to have a stupid attraction to, it's really annoying.'? Yeah, that'd be perfect.

He was brought out of his thoughts by his phone pinging.

"I gave them your number." 

Thomas almost made Teresa crash the car.

——

He had been pacing around his room for a grand total of 10 minutes. He had absolutely no clue what to say.

There was a single message on his screen, from a random number who he had changed the contact for, and he had no clue what to reply to it.

Min: 

i'm so hot teresa gave ME your number and not newt ;) he's stood over my shoulder but whatever lmao

Like, what the fuck was he supposed to say? He had absolutely no clue.

Thomas let out a groan and flopped down onto his bed with his phone, typing out something eventually. He kept deleting it, and he had absolutely no clue what he was doing. No clue.

He may or may not have dropped his phone on the floor when another message came through.

Min:

you've left me on read for 10 minutes are you ok it's fine if you don't wanna message 

Thomas let out a screech, burrowing his head in the pillows in mere embarrassment. "Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." He took a breather for a second, sitting up and lecturing himself. Quite sad, really. "Okay, Thomas. Reply to Minho. Ask if him and Newt would like to meet up one time. You can do this."

He could do this.

He picked up his phone from the side of the bed, thanking the deities it was not broken. He started to type out another message, and sent it before he could think twice.

THOMAS(you): 

sorry my phone ran out of charge 

Okay, maybe that was a small lie.

Min:

are you sure you weren't just having a gay panic because my sexiness is too sexy to handle tomboy ;)))

He could not do this.

THOMAS(you): 

ok maybe you're right but whatever 

THOMAS(you): 

just for the record i am actually bi 

Thomas groaned. He was such a mess. An absolute mess. Why did he say Minho was right? He was obviously joking and he was such an idiot and he was going to cry.

Min: 

i was joking but i knew it <3

Min:

ok shit sorry 

Min: 

so what would you say to a drink out? we can get really drunk and eat junk food and then me and newt can possibly lure you to bed bb ;) 

Min: 

i'm jk i don't just want you for sex yk, but seriously if my joking goes too far tell me i don't wanna push any boundaries....bitch

Min:

newt just told me i shouldn't have said bitch i'm sorry should i call you babe instead.. or slut what do u prefer

Min: 

IM SORRY the temptation was there and i'm laughing rn

Thomas just blinked blankly at the screen. He had no clue what to say to any of this.  Minho just 1) sent a heart, 2) called him a bitch (Thomas was very offended.. obviously), 3) invited him out on a possibly date, 4) called him BABE, 5) called him SLUT and 6) said he doesn't want Thomas for sex, implying he wants actual romance.

THOMAS(you):

i don't what to say.... you're a dentist, aren't you supposed to hate alcohol and junk food?

THOMAS(you):

i'm going to marry newt he doesn't humiliate me 

THOMAS(you):

.....slut in sex

Did he just admit to having a degrading kink? Possibly.

Min:

no, dentists are supposed to tell other people that junk food and alcohol is bad. doesn't mean we don't eat and drink ourselves

Min:

you haven't even asked newt out yet... we're a package deal, anyway. you want one you get both!!! :) 

Min:

alright... slut

Thomas felt like he was going to die. No, he was going to die. Minho was like hot and cute and it was annoying because so was Newt and fuck everyone. 

THOMAS(you):

can i have newts number i want to cry with him 

THOMAS(you):

what's yours and newt's favourite flower

He definitely was not going to buy Minho and Newt flowers. Obviously.

Min: 

i'll tell him to message you.... he likes daisies i like roses 

Min:

if you buy us flowers we might just have to keep you

——

Thomas bought them flowers.

He had to. Like, physically, mentally, whatever, had to.

Minho and Newt were picking him up, and he definitely had not been pacing around behind the door, bouquet of daisies and roses in hand. Definitely not. Thomas was cool and cool people did not do such things.

One of them knocked on the door, and Thomas definitely did not open the door and hit it into his face. Once again, he was cool and cool people did not open doors into their own faces whilst holding a bouquet of flowers for 2 people he had met like last week.

Minho and Newt laughed at him until Thomas held out the bouquet, then they felt like dying on the spot. 

Minho was the first to recover, winking playfully and grinning manically. "You want us to keep you that much, huh?"

Thomas huffed, pushing the flowers into the Korean's chest with a pout. "Shut up and take the flowers. I spent my money on this so I swear if you don't like them, say because I'll keep them."

"They're beautiful, Tommy." Newt smiled sweetly - a smile that was genuine and Thomas could stare at for hours. The blond was the one to reach out and take them as Minho was too busy making fun of the brunet apparently. "Thank you."

Minho leant forward and pecked Thomas on the cheek. An action that Thomas would have associated with Newt, to be honest. Thomas was going to melt to the ground like a snowman in Summer. He definitely was. 

Newt scoffed. "You killed him."

"That was the intention. I'm secretly a siren. But like a male siren." He grinned, sticking his tongue out at the Brit who just scoffed at his boyfriend's immaturity. "I'm going to lure him into bed and then kill him. Or turn him. I dunno."

"Careful, babe, you're letting your kinks show." Newt joked with a roll of his eyes. He (carefully) shoved the flowers into Minho's hands, who took them gratefully, and grabbed Thomas' wrist, jerking him out of his daze. "I need to put Tommy's smashed ego back together because of you now."

"Uh, if anything, his ego has been raised because of me." Minho deadpanned, walking away towards the car. "Hurry up you fucker."

Thomas felt his entire body heat up with the contact of Newt. It was such a simple gesture, yet it made his heart go saoskfkskfjfm. When Newt tried to drag him away and turned around with a confused and slightly dejected expression, he explained why he was stood in one place. "I, uh, door. Needs locking." He apparently was lacking the brain cells to form a simple, coherent sentence, but Newt seemed to understand because he nodded, a smile appearing once more.

"I'll be in the car, love." Newt released Thomas' wrist (sadly) and followed Minho to the car. The brunet pouted, but locked the door as quick as he could nonetheless and practically ran to the car.

—— so many time skips i'm sorry

Ever since Thomas went out on a sort-of-date with Newt and Minho, he kept turning up to the Right Arm dentist with random gifts. He knew Alby has probably grown tired of seeing him turn up every two days with flowers or chocolates or homemade goods. But, did he care? No.

Newt and Minho seemed to really look forward to his visits, so he could not give a diddly squat about what Alby or, even worse, satanic Gally had to say. 

But anyway, the visits usually consisted of Thomas going with some food or flowers, dropping it off at the front desk with a small note, then him leaving. He usually got a message afterwards saying 'thank you so much you're the best!!!' from Newt or Minho. Usually Newt. Sometimes, the couple would actually be at the reception, and then Thomas would stay for a bit longer, get very flustered, and then leave.

Either way, it had grown to be the highlight of Thomas' days. He loved making Newt and Minho happy, because then he was happy and they were all happy.

But one time, it was different. A good different.

As soon as Thomas walked through the doors, box of homemade brownies in hand, he was dragged into another room by Newt, without saying a word.

"Newt?" Thomas knitted his brows together and tilted his head to the side. "Is everything okay..?" All he got was a shaky breath in response, and he suddenly panicked that Newt was crying. "Newt? Are you crying? Are you okay?"

Newt suddenly span around, and he definitely was not crying, but instead he had a nervous smile on his face. "I'm fine, Tommy. But uhh... come in the dentist room?" 

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Should I be very scared?"

"Eh, probably. Minho's behind the door."

Thomas just smiled weakly, walking through the door in front of the blond. And oh my god, was Thomas going to cry.

The room was decorated and there was a fucking cake on a weird small table that was probably used to having tools on that had 'be our bf or else' written on it. Minho was in the corner, blushing profusely with arms crossed in front of him. Thomas couldn't help but laugh. The cake was definitely written by the Korean based on the layout and the icing that was on his face. 

Minho raised an eyebrow. He looked nervous, which was odd. "What are you laughing at?" 

Thomas shook his head. "No, nothing. You're both just fucking idiots. You could've just asked me and I would've said yes."

Newt snaked his hands around Thomas' waist, making him jump, but he relaxed into the touch when he realised who it was. The blond rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes with a content smile. "We wanted to do all this though." He paused. "Does that mean it's a yes then?"

"Possibly."

Minho huffed. "I want a hug too."

Thomas stuck his tongue out at the statement. "And I want a proper kiss because that stupid cheek kiss has been in my brain for too long."

And okay, if this was how dentists was every time he went, maybe they weren't too bad.