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Minho walked down the street, he was on his way to his favourite café. He always has study ‘dates’ with Newt and Thomas there. They weren’t exactly dates, but he likes to think it were dates.
He sat down at their table, Newt and Thomas already sitting there. Thomas had a hot white chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles in front of him, he always ordered that. Newt had a cappuccino, he always only put in one sugar in and no milk, but he’d have a small caramel cookie with it. Minho remembered that for some reason, he isn’t sure why. Maybe because he was head over heels in love with these two boys.
They had Newts geography book and notes open on the small coffee table, Newt actually studying while Thomas scrolled on his phone. “Hey,” Minho sat down in front of them, they both looked up and smiled at him. “I already ordered your tea, it should he here any moment.” Thomas smiled. Minho always had a earl grey with a splash of milk and two sugar, Thomas and Newt remembered his order too. Soon his tea came and they all went into a chatter, laughing about stupid things and never actually doing their work.
On the wall behind Newt and Thomas were fake sunflowers and a painting of a sunflower field. Newt’s favourite flowers were sunflowers, thats the main reason they are at this table, in this café. It’s always been Newt’s favourite, just a block from his house. He dragged both of them here the first day they met, now it’s not just his favourite café but also Thomas and Minho’s favourite.
It got darker, the Café closed and they left. Since it was already autumn they decided to go to Newts house, since it was just a block away. Newt’s mother greeted them with a hug, she treated Thomas and Minho like her own sons. “Movie night and sleepover?” Thomas asked, they all shared a glance before they raced into the guest room taking all the pillows and blankets to make Newt’s bed extra comfortable.
They all collapsed on the bed, soon cuddling into all the blankets, pillows, and each other. “Wait I gotta text my Mom I’m sleeping over.” Minho said, quickly grabbing his phone. “Oh yeah I gotta tell my dad.” Thomas nodded, also getting his phone to call his dad. Their parents knew they had a close friendship, maybe even more, they never questioned it. As long as their boys were happy, they were happy too.
They drifted off to sleep, some shitty TV show playing in the background. They ended up all cuddling, Thomas behind Minho with his stomach to his back and Newt in front of Minho, facing him, their legs all intertwined. Minho felt a warm hand at his hips, it was Thomas. Newt slowly kissed his temple, Minho only cuddled more into both of them. He never felt safer, he never felt more loves, he never felt like he belonged before, but as soon as these two are with him, he knows where he belongs, he belongs with them.
That was the first time Minho noticed they liked him back.