It’s starting to get to be evening and he’s waiting a few houses
down, watching eagerly for Newt to come out of the house per
usual. The night is a little chilly, but he’s brought blankets with
him, rolled up and stored in the back of his car. They were going
to go spend the night in that old wheat field a few miles from here,
but he won’t mind the drive. As long as Newt’s by his side, he
doesn’t mind anything.
Hell, they’ve even talked about running away together before.
He’s never been too big on the idea, favoring instead to just
have Newt tell his father about what they’ve become, but Newt
has always refused. He never wants to tell his father that he’s
seeing another boy and Minho can’t really wrap his head
around it ( if Newt gets kicked out, he can come live with him
anyways. In the end they were still together, so what was the
big deal?), but they’ve been working something out over the
past month or so. He was sure they would talk about it tonight,
too. If they were going to do anything, they were going to do it
with proper preparation and planning.
He leans back in his seat, turning the radio on low as he waits
for the blonde to make his way out, having texted him about
five minutes ago. He sends another one, though, worried his
father might have caught him.
[ text to: Noot ] we still on or did we get roadblocked?
Despite already being within his garden, Newt’s movements ceased within the coverage of the side gate as he fished out his mobile phone from the depth of a pocket, aware of the familiar vibration alerting him to a new message. He held little doubt towards the sender but slipping his thumb across the screen confirmed his suspicion, unknowingly causing lips to curve up.
[ text to: minho ] on my way now. got caught up.
He didn’t wait to see if he received a reply, stuffing the phone away once more to opt for curling fabric covered hands over his nose and mouth, the sleeves serving a pleasant purpose of capturing his warm breath to dwindle the nipping chill at his skin. The low whisper of a curse was muffled into his hands, eyes flickering back to his house in a dubious and assertive glance before his body resumed its journey to the others location not only with excitement towards seeing them but also the heat it’d provide --the car.
Though at times he worried over the location of meeting the other being too close, that it'd raise suspicion even if it were simply his worry, he was certainly thankful for the close distance this evening, soon slipping into to passenger side of the car with a slight tilt to his lips. “—Was grabbin’ a bite,” he offers, fingers shifting through hair once. “Was bloody starvin’.”
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