(PLUS A BIT OF MINEWT BECAUSE MSFHEJMM)

yes, more angst. 

will i ever write enough angst?

no.

djfjms no i love angst too much help

au where thomas doesnt make it past the door thingy in tst (i cant fucking explain)

also slay its kinda inspired by a scene in blood & honey 

also a scene in crooked kingdom

"You don't understand, Minho!" Newt shouted. It was the first thing he had said after Thomas hadn't gotten past the door other than a strangled sob. The heat was doing nothing to help his anger and upset and irritation and he just wanted to fucking cry. "I shouted at him. I told him this was all his fault, and shuck, if he doesn't make it, I'll- I'll-"

Minho offered him the water, to which he took gratefully. "Look, he's gonna make it. Ratman seems interested in him, so he'll keep your Tommyboy around, mark my words."

After taking a small sip of water, Newt groaned and wiped his eye with the back of his left hand. "Oh, so he'll be experimented on? How great!" 

His voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Minho didn't pay any attention to it, nor his words, and instead continued from his previous words. "Thomas knows you're obsessed with him. He also knows you were just stressed."

Newt barked out a watery, sarcastic laugh and screwed the lid back onto the water bottle. With a disbelieving shake of his head, he threw the bottle into the sand in anger. "Well, I want to tell him that. I want to kiss him and tell him I love him, but I might not be able to."

Minho frowned. He knew what it was like to want to tell a loved one how much they meant to you, but either not be able to because of your own stupid pride, or because they're dead or away.

"Minho, I—" The blond's voice cracked, and he looked up from the stand with teary eyes and looked at Minho. "I can't lose him. I can't."

"Newt." Minho practically begged. He didn't really know what he was asking for, but he just wanted everything - all the pain - to stop. He wrapped his arm around Newt's shoulder, and put his chin on the Brit's head when he burrowed his face into his chest. "You won't. You won't lose him, I promise."

The only response he got was a gasping sob and he bit his lip. God, he was so bad with words. "And, Newt, I can't lose you. So don't- don't start leaving me, your gorgeous best friend, for some stupid boy." He grinned when Newt looked up at him and rolled his eyes, a watery smile appearing on his face. "We're gonna go back for the ugly shuckface, though. I mean, you'e not exactly the only one engrossed with him." He gestured to their little makeshift camp where the rest were.

Newt raised an eyebrow and wiped his eyes. He still felt like shit, but he had Minho, and he'd get his Tommy back soon. "Tommy's too much in love with me to even notice how head over heels Teresa is for him."

"Your Tommy is just oblivious."

"Oi." Newt playfully warned. "Only I call him that."

Minho laughed. 

Yeah, they'd be alright. Sure, the sand kept getting in their eyes, and sure, they both looked like shit, but they had each other, and soon, they'd have Thomas to make them whole again.

i accidentally made it thominewt at the end there