((au outside the glade, obviously))

((wow mel finally updates two months later. if u remember when i updated everyday and ur still here i love u))

N E W T

Your parents had insisted that you invite your "new foreign friend" Newt over for dinner. He's British, not exactly the most exotic thing, but whatever. You had been tasked with dressing your little sister while your parents set the table and made dinner. Just as you managed to get your sister into her room and unclothed, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Your sister screeched, running out of her room.

"Jackie!" You yelled after her. "Get back here!"

You weren't quick enough, and she had already opened the door to a handsome-looking Newt. "Jacqueline Y/L/N, get your naked butt back into your room." You ordered sternly.

She mopingly did as you said, and you sheepishly looked at Newt. "I am so sorry, I don't know why she loves to run around with no clothes."

"That's alright." He laughed, putting you at ease. "My parents have too many pictures of me like that when I was young."

Shooting him another grin, you showed him to the dining room then went to dress your sister.

T H O M A S

You awoke in the morning find your bed empty, figuring Thomas had already snuck out. As a senior in college, you were cursed with the absolute worst roommate, your sophomore brother. He didn't quite know about you and Thomas, and you preferred to keep it that way for now. So you made your way downstairs.

"Morning Mikey," you greeted your brother, yawning. As you opened your eyes, you then spotted another boy at the table. "Oh, hey Thomas." You attempted to sound nonchalant.

Mikey clearly didn't buy it. "Who the hell is this? And where's his shirt?" He gestured to the older who was in fact missing a shirt.

"That's Thomas, and his shirt's probably upstairs." You waited for backlash from your brother. He could be harsh.

"Hm. Thomas, are you making my sister happy?" Mikey turned his scrutinizing gaze upon your boyfriend.

"I certainly hope so." Thomas replied with sincerity, reaching back to take your hand in his and kiss it.

"You are." You smiled, blushing.

Your brother relented his glare, breaking into an ear-to-ear grin. "Then I'm happy too."

"Thanks Mikey."

M I N H O

"What do you mean you're too busy to go to dinner?" Your boyfriend Minho whined over the phone.

"I mean, I'm too busy babysitting my baby brother who won't stop crying or pulling my hair or throwing his food to go to some damn dinner with you tonight!" You answered, stressed and pissed.

"I'm sorry for bothering you babe." He apologized. "Tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine." You were entirely done with trying to pacify a baby in one hand and carry a phone in the other.

"Bye, love you."

"Bye."

A half hour layer, a knock sounded at your front door, waking up Dan as you had just put him down five minutes. With his screams in the background, throw-up on your shirt, and puréed pees in your hair, you opened the door with murder in your eyes. "What?" You spit.

Standing there was Minho. "Just wanted to see if you needed help. Which I think you do."

"He was sleeping until you knocked on the damm door." You muttered, but let him I'm anyway.

"How about I put him back and you can go wash the brussel sprouts out of your hair."

"Its actually peas." You shot back, but halfheartedly. A shower did sound really good. "You sure you can handle him?"

"99%"

"Better than no percent." You said, touching his arm in thanks.

You turned the shower as high as it could go without scalding yourself so you could drown out Dan's cries. After quite a relaxing shower, you braced yourself for the screams to start again when you turned off the water. Only the sounds of your breathing reached your ears however.

Quietly dressing yourself and making your way downstairs, you were greeted by a starling sight. Minho was quietly humming a lullaby to a sleeping Dan. Tiptoeing as to not wake Dan up, you walked over to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Thank you." You whispered.

He kissed your temple in response, still humming that sweet, sweet lullaby.