"WICKED stuff first? Fun stuff later?" Minho asked as he tapped his knees. They were all in his room with the door shut. Minho was criss crossed on the floor, Teresa was on her stomach across his throw rug, Thomas was sprawled across Minho's little chair and Newt was on the bed. Newt was practically hanging over the edge and he kept flicking Minho's ear.

"What do you mean by fun stuff?" Thomas asked from his spot.

Thomas had on a long sleeve shirt with a big t-shirt over it. He had on jeans that looked really good on him and his stupid beanie again. God Newt hated him. He didn't even have to try.
Minho grinned and slid a mostly full handle of vodka out from under his bed. "The fun fun stuff."

Teresa rolled her eyes. "You're such a dweeb."

"You're just jealous," Minho retorted back.

"That you smuggle sin juice into your room?" Thomas snorted.

"We could play a drinking game!" Minho exclaimed.

Newt felt himself smile softly as he remembered the first time he drank. Eden flashed her tits at the liquor store for some guy to buy them a six pack of beer. They drank in the pit, him Lizzy and Eden. They didn't even get drunk but pretended that they did which just made them all laugh until their chests hurt.

"WICKED stuff first though," Teresa said as she raised an eyebrow at him. "That's what dragged us all the way out here."

Minho grinned. "Hey on the good side it got Sang over there to finally show his face."

Newt flushed. "Hey stop, I would have eventually."

Minho rolled his eyes. "That's a lie and you legit know it."

Newt frowned.

"I don't know why you were freaking out so much," Thomas said gently. "You're not ugly at all, quite far from it."

"I second that!" Teresa piped up from her spot in the room.

Minho nodded. "We like you just as much as we did before."

Newt's face was burning now, he covered his face with his hands and groaned. "You guys humiliate me."

Minho laughed and then the bed dipped beside him.

Newt groaned as a giant weight landed on him. "Bloody he-"

"I'm smothering you in love and affection," Minho grinned as he flailed on top of Newt.

"Get off!" Newt huffed as he tried to push at the boy. "Literally get off you're killing me!"

Minho grinned and rolled next to Newt before wrapping him up in his arms and legs. "This is a hug."

"I know what a hug is you dipshit," Newt sighed as he stopped fighting it.

"Please accept my love."

Teresa smirked. "He only accepts Thomas' love."

Thomas clicked and shot up finger guns at her. "Damn right."

Newt shoved Minho hard and took in a deep breath when he rolled off. "Thank god."

"Shouldn't you be saying thank the bloody prime minister or some british shit like that?" Minho snickered as Newt kicked him.

"Dumbasses lets focus on WICKED for a second okay?"

Minho nodded and waved his hand in front of his face, suddenly putting on a serious expression. "Okay I'm focused now."

Newt let out a breath. "So, I told Tommy this earlier but it can't be WICKED."

"What if someone from WICKED worked in the hospital?" Minho suggested.

Newt shook his head. "I don't think they'd be able to get there. If someone as famous as Jorge went into a psych ward the security would be tripled there, I doubt he'd even be with many other patients. He's basically a celebrity."

"How do you know so much about psych wards?" Teresa asked.

Newt pursed his lips. "Spent some time in one once."

"Oh shit sorr-"

"It's fine. Anyways. It's just weird, why would he make the code the address?"

Thomas made a face. "What if he didn't."

"What?"

"What if he didn't." Thomas sat up. "What if WICKED put him in there and his daughter made the code to try and get him out."

"So it wasn't a psych ward...it was a prison."

"You think WICKED locked up Jorge?" Teresa asked.

"It doesn't seem that crazy," Newt added in. "I mean look at all the shit we've been through."

"It doesn't explain the deaths though."

"This shit is so confusing," Minho huffed. "Who the hell kills kids over a video game?"

"It's not just a game," Thomas said carefully.

"What are you on about Oben?" Minho made a weird face.

Thomas looked up slowly. "Guys it's not just a game."

"I'm not following," Teresa said.

"It was never a game!" Thomas exclaimed loudly as he stood up. "It was never a video game!"

"Oben as much as I love you, you aren't making any sense."

"It's a test!" Thomas practically screamed. "Guys think about it! Every dungeon, the maze, the scorch, it's all a puzzle. Solving the puzzles is the only way to level up. The pack Minho found was another test, the information it knows about it, it's all a test, it's a fucking simulation into our minds."

Newt made a face. "But what's the point?"

"Jorge is crazy, there may not be a point," Minho huffed out.

"That still doesn't explain the deaths," Teresa pointed out. "So let's say it is a giant test, which honestly seems kinda on the dot there, how the hell did it get past production and why the fuck would he go though all the trouble of making a seemingly unbeatable test."

"Maybe you're not supposed to pass," Minho said. "Like if you get too close to the answer someone comes and offs you."

"I got a letter in the mail," Newt said softly.

"What?"

"A letter, it was basically blank and it said stop looking."

"And you're just saying this now?!" Teresa snapped.

"We had bigger things on our plate!" Newt frowned.

"They clearly know where we are," Minho huffed.

"Maybe some bug in the pack let's the game get into your files," Thomas suggested.

"It's not too hard to make one of those." Minho nodded. "It's possible."

"We're missing something big," Teresa said. "I can feel it."

Minho nodded. "We need to beat the pack."

"I think I agree," Newt said.

"Maybe we can do it together?" Teresa suggested. "Like we can do another meet up."

"We can do my house," Newt said.

"Maybe next week?"

Newt nodded. "Mum won't care."

"Ha british bitch," Minho snorted.

"You're dumb as fuck."

"What if we beat it and then someone comes after us?" Teresa asked softly.

Minho's mouth slowly pulled into a frown. "Then we'll be fuckin ready."

___
"Never have I ever done cocaine," Minho laughed hysterically as he rolled onto his back. That night Newt learned that Minho had almost no self control and he was a thousand times more fun while drunk.

Teresa rolled her eyes at him. "Minho none of us have done cocaine either."

Minho pursed his lips and pointed at Newt. "He probably has."

"I've never done cocaine!" Newt protested which just made Minho laugh harder.

After all the WICKED shit put them in a bad mood they ordered a pizza, watched some stupid movie and broke out the vodka. Minho pounded about half the remaining stuff in the handle before they passed it around. Newt's vision was a little fuzzy, like his eyes were lagging a bit from his brain's processing speed but otherwise he was okay. No one was near as drunk as Minho but it was almost more fun that way.

"Alright well what have you done?" Minho asked as he cocked his eyebrow.

Teresa huffed out a laugh. "Driven hours to make sure your dumbass wasn't dead."

"I have not done that!" Minho made a face and closed his eyes. "Vodka tastes like battery acid but every good thing comes with a price right?"

Thomas looked at Newt and made a face which made him laugh.

"Don't get philosophical," Thomas warned as he nudged Minho gently with his foot.

Minho sat up suddenly. "I'm serious! Like Del!"

"Del is a bad price?" Newt asked as he exchanged looks with Teresa.

Minho shook his head. "No like shes so-she's so cute but we're friends so I must resist."

Newt snorted out a laugh. "Ki you're a dumbass."

Thomas looked between them. "Wait holy shit am I missing something."

Newt nodded and held his finger up to his lips.
Minho put his hands over her ears and faced Thomas. "She's gonna think I like her just cause she's hot but I liked her before! You know the way you kinda like Sang."

"I like Newt?" Thomas asked. "Well that's news to me."

Ouch again.

Minho rolled his eyes. "It's obvious...okay never have I ever wanted to kiss someone in this room."

Everyone put a finger down.

"HA!" Minho exclaimed. "Even though technically I cheated because I do want to kiss someone in the room."

"What the hell is going on?" Thomas laughed as he shook his head.

Teresa turned to Minho. "You can kiss me if you want."

Minho's face lit up.

"When we're sober, fool."

He stuck out his bottom lip which made Teresa laugh.

"Consent!" Thomas cheered loudly as he pumped his fist in the air.

Teresa suddenly grinned. "Actually only on one condition."

"No fair!" Minho exclaimed.

"Listen!" Teresa snapped at him. "The condition is that Thomas has to admit who he wants to kiss!"

Thomas made a face. "Aw come on isn't that one obvious enough?"

Teresa shook her head. "Our friend is oblivious, we must assist him."

If Newt wasn't drunk he'd probably be embarrassed, but the battery acid vodka seemed to erase most of his negative emotions so he was just listening to it all play out.

Thomas gestured to Newt. "Him obviously."

Newt just held a thumbs up and closed his eyes. Now he was tired. "I wanna kiss Tommy too," Newt mumbled.

"Hey don't fall asleep on us yet!" Teresa yelled. "We're trying to have fun!"

"I'm not falling asleep!" Newt protested. "I'm just tired-"

"Thomas get your man!" Minho shouted as he pointed at Newt.

Thomas shook his head but went and sat next to Newt anyways. He poked his face hard. "Wake up."

Newt swatted at him. "I'm awake, stop it."

"We have to go back to never have I ever!" Minho exclaimed. "Or we could play truth or truth."

"Truth or truth?" Thomas asked.

Minho nodded. "Like truth or dare but no dare because if we wake up my gram she'll hit me with her shoes again."

That made Teresa laugh.

"Come here," Thomas said to Newt and practically lifted him. He put him between his legs and let him rest his back against his chest. "Now don't fall asleep."

Newt gave another thumbs up.

Minho pointed at Thomas. "You, you're first. The only non-virgin. Who'd you do the deed with?"

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "My ex girlfriend."

Minho made a face. "Well that's lame."

"It was in a car?" Thomas suggested.

Minho rolled his eyes. "Still boring."

Thomas shrugged. "She was my childhood best friend, we dated but we didn't actually like each other like that, everyone just kinda convinced us that we should. We spent a ton of time together anyways because we were connected at the hip but we only fucked a few times we weren't into each other like that. Plus I think I prefer boys."

"I wish I liked girls," Teresa huffed.

Minho frowned. "You have to like me too though. If you don't sober me is gonna be really sad but make some stupid joke to hide how sad he is."

Teresa shook her head. "Of course I like you dumbass."

Minho nodded. "Hell yeah bois."

Newt laid his head back on Thomas' shoulder and patted his arm. "Hi."

Thomas huffed out a laugh. "Hello."

Newt took Thomas' arms and wrapped them around him. "Better."

"You're needy today huh?" Thomas smiled.

"That's fucking gross," Minho said as he rolled his eyes. "Can you save that for when me and T aren't here."

"Well where's the fun in that?" Thomas asked as he grinned. "I only grope him in front of you."

"Sadly," Newt muttered in his drunken state.

"I don't want to go home," Teresa admitted.

"Me either," Newt breathed out.

"I'd like it if you guys didn't leave," Minho said as he frowned.

"We shouldn't have met in person," Teresa said. "Because everyone sucks compared to you guys."

"When we go to college..." Thomas started. "We'll go to the same one, all of us."

"We can be roommates and Newt can be your boyfriend!" Minho exclaimed excitedly.

Thomas looked down at Newt. "I guess we're dating in the future."

"You act as if I'd be upset about that," Newt mumbled.

Thomas slid his hand to Newt's hip and rubbed little circles on the bare skin under his shirt.

Newt pathetically leaned into his touch and hummed.

"You're gonna have to kiss me if you keep touching me like that," Newt huffed.

Thomas' hand stilled. "Bold of you assume I'm that easy."

"Bold of you to assume you're not slowly killing me, you're going to have to kiss me before I die."

Thomas stood up, knocking Newt off his lap. "You heard him guys, I have to do a civil service and kiss Newt before he dies. We have to turn in for the night."

Teresa saluted him. "My hero."

"Hey don't get anything on my guest room sheets of Ma will beat you with her slippers, I know they're pink but those shits hurt mad bad okay."

Thomas nodded and held his hand out to Newt. "Care to join me?"

Newt's eyes widened. "Wait you're serious?"

Thomas just winked at him and grabbed his hand.

Minho whistled loudly as Newt followed behind Thomas to the guest room, his heart pounding in his chest.

Thomas yawned as they got into the room and pulled his shirt off. "I thought they'd never let us escape."

"What?" Newt asked as he softly closed the door behind them.

"I need to sleep off the vodka my head is spinning."

Newt felt his stomach drop. "Oh, yeah, me too." Newt let his eyes run down Thomas' bareback, his head did feel fuzzy but sober or drunk, Newt still liked Thomas way more than he should have.

"Sorry if the flirting is too much," Thomas said as he hopped onto the bed. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Newt didn't respond as he sat on the bed next to him.

"You okay?" Thomas asked as he gently nudged him.

"Yeah, yeah of course. I'm fine." Newt's head fucking hurt.

Thomas blinked a few times before letting out a breath. "Okay but hypothetically if I did kiss you...would you hypothetically be mad about it."

Newt turned to look at him. "No. I wouldn't."

Thomas stared at him for a moment, before putting his hand on his cheek and leaning forward. He pressed a light kiss to Newt's lips before pulling back and smiling softly. "Alright there, now you won't die."

Newt's eyes were wide and he couldn't do anything except for blink in disbelief. "You just kissed me."

Thomas nodded. "I have to keep you alive."

"Shut up and do it again," Newt ordered softly.

Thomas actually listened and leaned forward, pressing another softly kiss on his lips. Newt let his eyes close this time and he pushed back a little bit, letting Thomas' hand slide against his cheek. Newt had kissed one person before, it wasn't good but this was so different. Thomas was touching him so softly and his lips slotted hesitantly against his own. It was nice, that's the only word Newt could even think to describe it with. It was so nice and Newt whined a little bit when he pulled back.

"I'm really tired," Thomas whispered as he smoothed his thumb along Newt's cheekbone.
"Me too," Newt said softly back.

"Will you still cuddle me?" Thomas asked and god Newt wanted to hold him and never let him go.

He swallowed hard and nodded. "Only if you kiss me again."

Thomas smiled and pressed his lips to Newt's forehead before gently patting his cheek.

Newt felt dizzy as he laid down next to Thomas. The other boy let his arms snake around his waist and his legs tangle with Newt's as they did the night before. Thomas could probably hear his heart in his chest. He kissed him. He kissed him. He kissed him.

"Tommy?" Newt asked carefully.

"Yeah?"

"Are you gonna remember this in the morning?"

"Probably."

"Do you promise?"

Thomas lifted his head a little and nodded. "Yeah I'll remember, just don't tell Minho or Teresa they'll freak out and make it a bigger deal than it actually is."

Newt cocked his head. "What do you mean?"

"We're drunk and we kissed, they'll probably have us written off as boyfriends or husband and wife or something like that."

OuCH. Newt felt his chest squeeze. Of course it was just a kiss, it didn't mean anything.

"Yeah," Newt muttered. "It was just a kiss."

Thomas bit his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, fuck I didn't mean to make it weird, I know we're all friends and I'm not trying to ruin that. I love you guys. I don't want to ruin the dynamic."

Newt gently shook his head. "It's fine, just a kiss, didn't mean anything."

Newt shifted and rolled over so his back was facing Thomas.

He felt Thomas' hands slide off him and he shifted on his side of the bed.

Newt felt sick to his stomach, people do stupid shit while drunk why did he think this would be any different. Just a stupid kiss. It didn't mean Thomas liked him.

Newt felt hot tears on his cheeks and he cursed himself. He was crying for no reason, there was no reason to be upset.

And little did Newt know that while he was laying there crying about Thomas' lips, his phone was blowing up from calls from Chuck because while Newt was safe in the guest room bed, his computer back home was on fire.