[ thomas has literally zero time to process anything because what in the shucking hell just happened. he was just getting used to being able to kiss teresa all the time, starting to be okay with wanting to feel that way and knowing that it's safe instead of terrible or could cause them to die. thomas is not a touchy or affectionate person. he has little to no know how or knowledge about literally any of this, and minho?
minho's apparently got game.
he's left blinking like a deer caught in headlights as minho kisses teresa, too (what) and then just like that, he's gone. the door makes a final shutting noise and thomas stares at it more, his face turning redder and redder as he tries to process everything that's happening.
his mouth's tingling. slowly, thomas nods his head, once, twice, still staring off into the distance. and then, like the genius he is, the first thing out of his mouth is a flat: ] What. [ ...yeah, that's. that's all he's got. ]
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minho's apparently got game.
he's left blinking like a deer caught in headlights as minho kisses teresa, too (what) and then just like that, he's gone. the door makes a final shutting noise and thomas stares at it more, his face turning redder and redder as he tries to process everything that's happening.
his mouth's tingling. slowly, thomas nods his head, once, twice, still staring off into the distance. and then, like the genius he is, the first thing out of his mouth is a flat: ] What. [ ...yeah, that's. that's all he's got. ]