"Newt." Thomas looked up at his boyfriend.
"Yeah?" Newt walked into the kitchen, sleepily.
"Somethings happened to Minho, I'm sorry." Thomas said gravely.
"I'm right here?" Minho waved from the cooker.
"He's right there." Newt pointed.
Thomas sighed. "No Newt," he stood up and enveloped his lover in a hug, "That isn't Minho."
What the fuck? Newt mouthed to Minho who shook his head and made circles at his temple with his finger.
"Minho would never make us breakfast." Thomas whispered. "He's gone. I'm sorry."
"Bitch I'm right here." Minho smacked Thomas on the back of his head with a cloth. "And fake Minho made eggs and bacon if ya want it."
"C'mon Tommy let's go eat bacon." Newt took Thomas's hand and led him to the counter where Minho set three plates.
"This bacon looks raw." Thomas stated, pulling Newt down onto his lap.
"Shut the fuck up and be thankful one of us doesn't have a hangover that prevents them from making a decent breakfast." Minho put two forks in front of them.
"We don't have a hangover, do we Newt?" Thomas asked.
"You don't." Newt sighed, smiling a little.
"See Minho? We-"
"I have a hangover Tommy." Newt laughed softly. "That's why the room is still spinning and my head hurts like a mother."
"Why didn't you say something?" Thomas immediately went into his "protective boyfriend" mode. He gently shifted Newt off his lap and stood up as well.
"What're you doing Tommy?" Newt leaned against the counter as Thomas went rooting through a drawer and found a packet. Then he grabbed a glass of water and shoved it and two pills into Newt's hand.
"Drink. Now." Thomas ordered and when Newt did so, Thomas scooped him up before he could protest.
"I made you fricking breakfast ya know!" Minho called after him as he carried Newt down the hallway and into their bedroom.
"Lemme just put sleeping beauty to bed!"
Newt giggled at that.
Thomas placed Newt on their bed and opened the window slightly, then lay down next to the blonde.
"I actually have no intention of eating breakfast right now." Thomas stroked the blonde hair.
Newt didn't say anything, just stared at his lover, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky. Then he shifted forward and snuggled into the brunette's chest, sighing.
"Love ya Tommy." He muttered.
"Love you too Newt." Thomas held the older boy as they both fell asleep.
When Thomas didn't come back for an hour, Minho grew suspicious and when he found his best friends in their bed, sleeping peacefully, he rolled his eyes, smiling, and closed the door after him, quietly.
I used to get a hangover from existing.
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