Newt stared outside the homestead, through a window to be exact. And by window, a square hole in the wall cut out hastily. It was just to let the light inside.
He was in deep thoughts when he heard struggling beside him.
"Minho?" Newt said barely audible.
The figure jerked up suddenly taking in deep and heavy breaths.
"Why me?" Minho groaned.
Newt slowly sat up, trying not to startle the boy. Concern ached across his face. Minho was having 'the dream' for days now. Most greenies would have it just once, the day they arrive. Others would be lucky and escape the trauma it came with. Newt was one of them.
"Having the dream again?" He whispered. He kept his arm on Minho's shoulder trying to comfort him.
"Yeah..." Minho replied, Newt didn't listen to the rest, he was concentrating hard on his voice-deep and silky, shaking ever so slightly. Just the way Newt liked it. It's no secret now, everyone knows except Minho.
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MiNewt/MiNe
FanfictieIf you throw 24 boys in an enclosed area with raging hormones, how could you expect everyone to be straight? (MiNe/MiNewt)
