༄ "WOW!"

Sam chuckled at Thomas's face. "I know! And you were right. It is amazing. Oh, and then he spoke all about consent and that next time I should let him know what's okay or not a little better."

"You got a gentleman!" He sat down crossed legged on his bed. "And I do, too. Newt took my coat off the other day and opened every single door for me."

She smiled brightly at him. "And you totally deserve it."

"You do too." The corners of his lips moved even higher. "Hey, Brenda and Gally?" He peeked at the duo, who were playing a card game in the corner of his room. "What should I get Newt for his birthday?"

"You're his boyfriend. You should know it out of everyone."

"I have too many options and unfortunately, I am  not rich to buy him everything. What do y'all think? Samir votes for a book, a new notebook, and candles or something."

"Yeah, Newt's the kind of guy to light candles," Gally agreed, shrugging.

"You should get him flowers."

"Isn't that too cheesy?"

"Not at all," Sam assured. "Or you make him paper roses so he can keep them forever and then put some notes between the leaves."

"Explained like a teachers." Brenda chuckled. "Any questions, Thomas?"

"Seven."

They sighed all at once. "Just ask the most important one."

He hummed. "What do I write on the notes?"

"Things you like about Newt."

"But then there would be like a thousand notes, and I'd have to do five hundred times two because half of the compliments are about his eyes and he has two of them, and now I realize it might actually be more than a thousand plus five hundred times two."

"What a genius you are, T."

"I'm actually very smart!" He assured. "Smarter than all of you. Except for Teresa. She's super smart, but she doesn't show it."

Gally cleared his throat.

Offended, Thomas shot a glare at him. "My mom says—"

"Do I want to know?"

"—that because I act on impulse and don't plan things out, it kind of ruins the situation. Also, my brain works too fast for me. Which makes me seem dumb."

"You're making it sound like you got an illness."

He shrugged. "Whatever. Moving on, Newt doesn't want a birthday party, so next week, we're just gonna eat cake at his house and see what happens after that."

"Something bad will probably happen," Sam murmured. "We have bad luck."

"If you say it out loud, it'll be even worse." Thomas lay his hands on his knees. "But yes, we do have a lot of bad luck."

❤︎︎

Heavy Muscled Turkey <3

Aloha

Bonjour

I actually just studied for Spanish!
Qué tal?

Muy bien
But you did it wrong

What now

You forgot the ¿
¿Y tú?

Nerd
But also, muy bien
¿Dónde estás?

My dorm
You??

La ventana
And I'm about to fall
For you
So please open up

You're not actually at my window.

Plot twist: I am!
Book men go through windows, and books involve plot twists. This is perfecto

You're gonna laugh at me if I say I'm going to check it out and see you're not there

You're gonna check ME out, so open up !!!!!
Please
Your favorite word.

Excited but as she sighed, Sam moved the curtain. No one asked what she was doing, because no one else was in the dorm. Tes and Sonya were off to a club, even on a Wednesday night, but Sam refused to go with them because she didn't feel comfortable in a club at all. Not after the fire.

He was actually there. At her window. Crouched in front of it, a grin on his face.

Sam opened the window with a half open mouth. "You could've fallen!"

"Only for you I shall fall! Already have." He climbed inside. After closing the window, Sam moved the curtain in front of it again, then looked at Minho.

"What brings you here?"

"You." He sat down on her bed with a thud. "I've invited myself over and decided I need to wake up in your arms tomorrow."

"Well, I think I belong in your arms more than you belong in mine."

"I have something inappropriate to say. And I will keep it to myself," he stated. "Anyway. Decision made. We wake up in each other's arms."

"Sure." She sat down at her desk and wrote a few more sentences of the summary she had been making before. "How'd you even climb up the window?"

"Gally, Thomas, and Fry made a human tower for me to climb up."

She stopped writing. He chuckled.

"Kidding, I just climbed up. Not so hard. Now..." His arms wrapped around her from behind, and her cheeks flushed. "What's my girl, or woman, doing?"

My girl, she blushed even harder. "Trying to finish writing this summary for science. Got a test soon."

"We have a lot of chemistry together. Good thing I'm here to help."

Sam smiled at that. The butterflies increased. "I'm almost done writing it—" She cut herself off with a quiet gasp.

He'd moved her hair out of the way and placed a kiss on her neck. "But...?"

"There's no but," she said, attempting to keep her voice steady. It worked... kind of. "And don't say that thing again—"

"Fault. There's two butts here."

She rolled her eyes, but they widened when he kissed her neck again. "I'm working."

"If you want me to stop, just say it."

Well.

No.

She inhaled a sharp breath and continued writing as Minho moved her shirt and kissed her shoulder. Fire exploded inside her. Her breaths heaved, and she bit her lip.

"Though I will have to know if it's okay."

"It's—oh—very okay."

She could sense his grin when he hit a spot in the crook of her neck. "Right there, hm?"

As his breaths tickled against her skin, he moved his lips, and all her worries seemed to be gone. Simple neck kisses felt like she was drowning, but in pleasure. And three seconds later, she really was drowning in the soft sheets, Minho hovering over her, his hands next to each side of her head. 

"Is it still okay?"

She nodded. "Yes," and threw her head back at another kiss. Just the way he held the side of her neck firm but not chokingly firm and how his kisses switched from tender to rough...

Her breathing got stuck in her throat once he kissed behind her ear, his other hand moving in her hair. Whimpering, Sam slid her hands under his shirt. His muscles tensed, and for a second, his movements glitched.

She smiled, almost teasingly. "Just a little touch makes you fold."

"Sweetheart, look at yourself," he said through his heavy breaths. He stared at her for a few seconds. "Kiss me."

She cleared her throat.

With a roll of his eyes, "Please kiss me, Sammy." 

"Minho with manners." Chuckling, Sam pressed her lips to his and immediately got hypnotized by it. His shaky groans were soon covered up by just them rolling around the bed, smiling and blushing as they kissed.

"Still okay?"

"Still okay," Sam assured. She lay her hand on top of his, which rested on her thigh. "Minho—"

"Woah!"

Seriously.

A drunk Teresa and a drunk Sonya stumbled into the room, giggling and gasping at the couple.

"Sorry!" Teresa held onto Sonya. "Just pretend we're not here!"

But that was impossible as they were making that much noise, and Sam couldn't just sent them outside, especially not drunkly.

Minho rolled beside her. And did ignore the two girls, though he didn't continue kissing, and neither did Sam. "You alright?"

"Perfect." She laughed at his worry. "Thanks. And you?"

"Perfect," he assured. Peeked at the girls. "Still want me to stay?"

"They're too drunk to even bother. So sure, if you don't bother."

"Not at all." His arms wrapped around her. Sam buried herself in them, resting her head against his chest.

If Sonya and Teresa hadn't interrupted, she maybe would've told him she loved him, after realizing she did. She loved his kisses, words and looks, but mostly she loved his personality and jokes and... him.

On the other side, saying she loved him for the first time during a make out session, didn't seem like the perfect idea. And with two drunks girls lingering around them, it seemed even worse.

She'd tell him. Some day. And then hope he'd say it back.

"You're still wearing your clothes," she commented.

His eyebrows shot up, and the twinkle in his eyes grew. "You want me to go naked?"

She panicked. "No! No, no— I meant, like, were you going to sleep in your daily clothes or in a pair of pajamas I have? Not naked. Don't go to sleep naked, please."

"Can you imagine me in your pajamas? A cropped shirt with those shorts that would be way too tight for me?"

"Uh- yes. It's ridiculous. But I have an—"

"Or imagine me naked. Also an option."

"Minho!" She groaned.

"Kidding." He cracked a smile. "Though I'm sure you've imagined me like that."

"Stop it," she hissed, her face bright red.

He tilted his head. "What's that? I don't hear you denying anything? Is that a confirmation?"

"Shut up—"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I know for a fact that everyone has imagined me like that."

"Minho," she softly hit his shoulder, "you're not funny."

"You're right. I'm hilarious. But I wasn't joking." A pause. "Don't be ashamed, Sammy."

"I have not imagined you naked!" She whisper-yelled, and he only laughed louder because she did just say the most ridiculous thing ever.

"Now, do you still want a sweater or not?"

"I'm sure I see my sweatpants hanging right there." He pointed at a chair. "Damn, you stole it!"

"No, I didn't. You gave it to me."

"No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have."

"No, I haven't." 

Sam grabbed the sweatpants with a sigh and couldn't help but watch him change. Then, he climbed back in bed with a grin and now shirtless.

Heat came off his body. Immediately, Sam wrapped her arms around him. It warmed her up, though she'd been blushing like crazy.

"Good night, Sammy," he whispered.

She smiled. Couldn't help but to realize he openly slept shirtless, which meant his wrists were in full sight. Again, she was proud. So proud.

"Good night."

"Still no nickname?"

"Heavy Muscled Turkey."

"...that's something."