everybody loves somebody sometime minho x thomas (fluff) synopsis: the boys find a surprise on a supply run word count: 1.7k warnings: anxious!minho masterlist | requests are open
"this building looks shucked, there's no way there's anything in there- thomas, where are you going?" minho's shoulders drop as he runs into the building, wondering what could compel thomas to run off on his own like that. especially with so many cranks on the loose.
when he enters the large house-like structure, there's an array of homely goods left behind. furniture, video games from a world far left behind. minho takes a step back with his eyes wide at the array of objects filling the room. he even reaches for a jar, filled with something like a jam.
"tom, where'd you go? you have to see some of this stuff," minho looks at the label on the jar, turning it around in his hands in amusement.
when he finally looks up, thomas is still nowhere to be seen. nowhere to be heard. minho's eyebrows furrow, his hands knocking over the jam jar while trying to set it back down. he then grabs a bat from his bag, his hands gripping the handle in case a far off crank decides to pop by.
he enters the next room over, his eyes even more amazed. it's a kitchen, a full blown kitchen. "frypan would get a kick out of this.." minho whispers as he lowers the bat, everything pulling his attention away from the matter at hand.
minho grabs a towel from the oven, the wording in some form of cursive, completely unreadable to him. he then opens a cabinet, seeing a box of cereal, some boxes for tea. due to wicked, he knew what each of them were, but had never had the chance to actually experience any of it.
and despite his deepest wants to try everything there (no matter the expiration date), the large clatter sounds out from the floor above. a ringing noise rattles through minho's ears, both of his hands immediately clutching the bat again for dear life.
the runner makes his way up the stairs, his eyes seeing thomas standing down the hall and in the last room. he has some circular thing within his hand, a small design in the center. minho sighs before shoving his bat back into his backpack. "you nearly scared the klunk out of me, i tried shouting for you. what'd you find?"
thomas looks back at minho, his hands still holding the circular device, "i saw one of these on that thing there and figured it would work as well. from what i can remember it's called a record player? something they used a lot in the late twentieth century."
"we should probably gather what we need and go," minho sets his bag down onto the bed, looking around the bedroom as well.
just like the other rooms, it has an array of beautiful furniture. pieces from a time that neither of them could remember even if they wanted to. from the wood paneling to the matching wardrobes, it's captivating to the eye. thomas rolls his eyes at his fellow runner, his smile still persisting though.
he then takes off the other disc, setting a new one down onto the player. much to thomas' luck, it begins to play a sound after he presses a 'play' button. it begins out slow, the player warbling a little as it adjusts to the years of no use. then a low masculine voice begins, everybody loves somebody sometime.
everybody falls in love somehow, the music continues, minho rolling his eyes at the song. he turns to leave the room, his finger covering his ears, "i'm definitely not listening to this klunk."
thomas leans forward, his hand grabbing minho's away from his ear, something in your kiss just told me, my sometime is now. minho turns around, his eyes rolling again as he stumbles back. his feet are sloppy, his lips pursed in annoyance, "come on, give it a chance, min."
he readjusts his hand a little so it's clasped with thomas', his other hand resting on his hip, everybody finds somebody someplace. thomas' free hand rests on minho's shoulder, his fingers running along the seam of his shirt. "see this isn't too bad, is it, min?" there's no telling where love may appear, something in my heart keeps saying my someplace is here.
"slim it, tom... the music is shucked, but it is nice to get away from everything," minho holds back a smile, his eyebrow raised at his running partner, if i had it in my power, i'd arrange for every girl to have your charms.
"so what i'm hearing is that you absolutely love this? because that's what i'm hearing," thomas smiles widely, a somewhat sarcastic and cocky smile. but minho looks at it over and over again, soaking it in because it's hard to garner a smile when cranks are hunting you. then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what i found in your arms.
minho shakes his head, the two of them swaying with the music. despite the only dancing they ever committed to was around the bonfire, they moved perfectly in sync. everybody loves somebody sometime. it wasn't the first time, though, that the two finally faced the music and realized the feelings circling the air.
and although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you. and despite the two never having danced like this, thomas initiates a spin. minho accepts it, moving through the air gracefully (or as gracefully as a runner could). "where'd you learn that move from?"
"instinct, i guess. i mean we don't know much about our time before the glade," thomas' hand returns to minho's shoulder, inching closer to the runner's neck. if i had it in my power, i would arrange for every girl to have your charms.
each of them thought constantly back to the time they entered the glade. thomas, and a couple of the others, are really the only ones who could remember things from before. he always knew he was close with a couple of the gladers. he just never knew how close. but it always felt different with minho.
like the two of them weren't closer than anyone else, but it was another sense of closeness. then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what i found in your arms. when thomas' thoughts finally clear, he truly notices minho's eyes on his. the way they shine with the sunlight's glow.
everybody loves somebody sometime. "right, you do know more than me, what were we like before the glade? what were we before the glade?" and although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you.
"i think we were us... just us," thomas' eyebrows lower, his forehead crinkling as the song comes to a close, everybody loves somebody sometime.
minho lets go of thomas' hand, feeling as though he got too caught up in the things. that a crank could walk through the door at any time and ruin everything. that if he got too distracted, every moment the two ever had could dissipate in a second.
"we should get going," minho relents, reaching for his backpack, his bat now close by to him. before he can reach it, thomas grabs his other hand, attempting to calm him down.
with a small twist of his body, minho looks back at thomas, his lips pursed. his heartbeat quickens, his palms becoming clammy as he tries to look away from his closest companion. thomas raises his eyebrows, yearning for minho to tell him something, because the two of them clearly know something is happening. electricity is writhing through the air.
minho shakes his head, "a crank could walk in here at any second, you know that. we have no time, no nothing to even talk about it-"
"so you know something is going on, and i think it's time we talked about it. because we're us. we'll always be us, and neither of us can move on until we finally understand what we're feeling. so either walk out that door now, or stay here with me, talk about it," thomas stands his ground, his feet planted firmly on the ground.
the keeper of the runner's mind races, he knows he has to walk away. but his heart wants to stay because he's never danced like that with anyone. and he doesn't want to with just anyone. minho moves his hand back to his side, leaving the backpack right where it's placed.
minho takes a deep breath, "i really.. like you thomas, i do. but how do we even have time for anything when this is what we're doing constantly?"
"we make time, we run together, dance together, grow together. we're strong min, but we're even stronger together. i don't know how to explain any of this, i mean, this connection? it isn't exactly in how to be a glader, or how to survive against cranks. but i think we can learn," thomas raises his free hand, letting it rest against minho's cheek.
with a bite of his lip, minho leans into thomas' hand, a smile crossing his face. "yeah, we'll figure it out... but next time, don't run off from me when we're entering a potentially overrun building. we're partners now, and that means we stick together," minho grabs thomas' hand from his cheek, squeezing it a little.
"only if you can keep up with me," thomas shrugs, freeing his hand and grabbing minho's backpack for him. without much of a word, he helps sling it around minho's shoulders.
minho scowls at the runner, his arms crossing in front of his chest. he knows it's in thomas' nature to be a runner, be wild. and he's finally realizing that maybe he'll have to adapt to that. "fine, but we both know i'm the faster runner," minho comments, grabbing onto thomas' hand after he gets own bag on.
thomas' fingers intertwine with minho's, his eyes rolling in response, "sure... only one of us has the raw running talent that has truly been honed with time."
"yeah, me," minho bumps thomas' shoulder, a laugh emitting soon thereafter, "let's grab some of the supplies and then head out. we don't want any cranks visiting us anytime soon."
