N E W T

Newt was a self-proclaimed 'bad boy', harsh and carefree to everyone. Except you. He absolutely melted around you, a giggling, cuddly mess. As soon as he saw you his scowl would break into an ear-to-ear grin and he would pull you into a hug, burying his face in your neck. Whenever you watch TV together Newt would wrap his arms around you and whine when you tried to get up. Surely he'd never admit this to his motorcycle buddies, but it was genuinely his favorite time, whenever he got to see you.

T H O M A S

Saying that Thomas is a 'bad boy' isn't much of a stretch, especially when he picks you up for dates on his sleek black motorcycle with a cigarette in his mouth. Your friends whisper to you that he's trouble, but you knew he'd never do anything to hurt you. Thomas was possesive though. If a guy looked at you in a way he didn't like, he would interrupt your sentence for a make out session, and if the guy dared to flirt with you, you knew he didn't try it again. And god, Thomas could never keep his hands off you. His arm was always around your waist, or his hand sneaking up your thigh during a movie.

M I N H O

You had tried to avoid Minho, the boy who lived across the hall from you, as much as possible. He hadn't really done anything to you, but his entire vibe said problem. He was inked up with pointless tattoos, wore leather jackets in the summer, and a had a lip piercing. Which was admittedly hot, but besides the point. And your ignoring worked, after all you didn't see each other much besides having the same night class.

One day you were in the elevator waiting to go up after your class when you could see him sprinting down the hall and barely making it in before the doors closed. "Hey Y/N." Minho leaned back against the wall.

"Minho." You greeted, not bothering to take your eyes off the doors, itching to get out.

"Did you get the notes from the last fifteen minutes? I really had to use the bathroom."

"By bathroom, you mean you couldn't wait fifteen more minutes to get a smoke and left the room."

His eyebrows shot up at your remark. "I always see you fidgeting with that lighter in your hand." You explained. "It's distracting."

"Oh this?" He pulled out a small metal lighter from his pocket. "It was my grandpa's, I don't actually smoke. I'd prefer not to get lung cancer, y'know? That's what he died of, so I keep it around as a reminder to take care of myself."

"Oh, well I'm sorry for your loss." You frowned.

"Yeah." There was a lull in your conversation, a brief moment of quiet. "So, you got the notes?"

"Yeah, let me get them out of my bag." You twisted around to access it, and managed to trip on your own foot, causing you to stumble into the emergency stop. "Are you kidding me?"

Both you and Minho groaned, although a small smile was on his face. "More time to copy notes I suppose."

"Here." You handed the papers over to him, and sat against the opposite wall from him.

He took off his jacket as he sat down as well, revealing the black ink running along it. You hadn't even realized you were staring at his biceps ((i can't go two second without talking abt Minho's arms oml)) until he commented it on it.

"If you're about to ask, I do workout." Minho smirked, and you huffed, pulling your eyes up to look at the ceiling.

"I was looking at your tattoos, genius."

"Didn't think you were into them, Y/N."

"I'm not into meaningless and stupid decisions that will never go away." You scoffed.

"How about meaningful and thoughtful decisions that will never go away?" He rebutted, catching your attention. "This one," Minho pointed to the small outline of a daisy. "Is my sister's favorite flower. She tried to commit suicide two years ago."

"10/3/86, when my parents got married." You were silent as he went on explaining. Finally, he had finished, and the alarm going off had stopped, and you couldn't believe how prejudice you had been.

"I'm sorry Minho." Were the only quiet words that fell from your mouth.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "The best apology would be to help me decipher your handwriting."

"Oh shush." You giggled, moving to sit next to him.