[ thomas is not exactly the kind of person who gets invited to parties. being president of the national honor society, member of the fba and several other influential giveback clubs within the high school, he's mostly just seen as a little bit of a computer nerd, albeit one who runs pretty fast. he's usually smart mouthed enough to piss off the bullies but plenty quick enough to get away from them (sometimes even fast enough to fight them off himself) so by the time high school rolled around, he'd mostly settled into his place of loserdom.
his two best friends--his twin sister teresa, and his best friend newt--had other plans, it seemed.
so when newt got invited to a party by some of the student athletes and offered thomas as a plus one, thomas couldn't say no. as one of those people who's friends with everyone, newt was easily able to win over the hosts of the party into letting him bring tommy along, and now, with the bassline pumping and drinks pouring, thomas realizes that newt has abandoned him. it's not his fault, really--he knows newt's been pining after the quarterback of the football team for years--but one minute thomas is with newt and the next minho park is asking him to come talk with him upstairs.
thomas answers yes in a flat second, chugs his drink, says shuck it and that's where he is now. it's not like thomas has a huge crush on minho. it's not. it's not like he's admiring his arms from here, or his strong shoulders or the way his pants fit. it's not like this is a huge deal and he's definitely not freaking out right now. minho isn't the only one considering kisses, and with the alcohol he just chugged agreeing with him, thomas can't help but almost be a little hopeful. going upstairs usually means making out. right? ]
[ Minho doesn't know the house that well, but all of these WASP houses are usually the same, general layout. He gets upstairs and curls his fingers a little more securely around Thomas', like he's making sure he hasn't wandered off or something. Like he's totally not just a second shy of holding his hand outright. And, honestly, he's kind of really keen on the idea. Thomas has long fingers, like a pianist or something, with gorgeous definition, and he wants to tangle them together.
Eying their various choices - closed and opened doors alike - he turns about so he can walk backwards, steps confident and sure despite the alcohol in his system. Maybe they come from different social circles, but Minho doesn't care. Rarely cares about what the rest of the school thinks about him. Especially when it comes to something like this. From what Newt's told him, he's pretty sure he's already kind of in love with Thomas anyways, or at least the idea of him.
He slants a grin at him, eyes sickling. ]
In a hurry? [ Coming to an errant door, he reaches with his free hand to try the knob. When it opens, he angles his head to see if anyone's inside, what kind of room it is. The bathroom greets him, roomy and pristine. Good enough for him, considering he's not about to try any bedrooms, and he draws Thomas in as he opens up the door with an easy swing. ] 'cause I can let you get back to the party if you really want to.
[ thomas blushes, though it's for a multitude of reason--partially, yes, because he's embarrassed, but also because minho's almost holding his hand, and also because he's officially alone with minho park. oh god. ] No! [ he blurts that out way too fast and then coughs, clearing his throat. ] I mean--no, I'm okay.
[ he's way more than okay, to be honest, but he's trying really hard to be cool here. thomas follows in after him into the bathroom--okay, we're going to make out, i'm not crazy, right--and shuts the door behind him with a gentle click, leaving his hands behind his back and leaning against them. this is also mostly precautionary so he doesn't just reach over and grab minho by the shirt collar, which is very much what his drunk lack of inhibition is telling him to do.
fidgeting a little, thomas definitely looks him up and down, sort of regretting losing his handhold but also reveling in his huge, bright grin. thomas loves that smile, has adored it from afar for months now, and it's really a thousand times better in person. like having the sun shined on you or some klunk like that.
biting his lip, he tries not to smile, a bit. ] So...
[ Okay, so that immediate response makes Minho grin even more, eyebrows raising as he lets Thomas brace himself against the door. A big part of him wants to reach down and lock it, but the party seems to mostly be downstairs at the moment. With all the booze and food there, no one has a reason to be coming upstairs unless they're looking to do exactly what they're doing. (Or more. He would not really be that adverse to more, but not in the damn bathroom.)
Swaying forward into Thomas' space again, he taps his knuckles against his chest first. Just an idle, playful gesture. ] You sure?
[ Because he wants to make sure. He's kind of like a spooked deer, but it's pretty endearing. Actually, really endearing and really cute. Is someone allowed to be simultaneously cute and hot? Shouldn't that be illegal? It's like having some unfair superpower or something, and there's no way for him to resist it. Not with the magnetic pull there.
God he should've done this sooner. Either invited Thomas to a party himself or just pursued him at school. Instead, Minho's observed from a distance. It just is not right to have put this off for as long as they have. ]
[ thomas, the king of impulse decisions, decides to go with his gut as usual when minho taps his chest with his knuckles--his hand comes up to wrap around his wrist and hold it against his chest for a second. though he has to look up at minho because of their height difference and doing so probably makes him look way more like a baby deer than anything cool and sexy, he still tries for a bit of a crooked grin, a confident look. ] Positive.
[ is there seriously anything in that party that's more important than minho possibly wanting to make out with him? no. thomas doubts it. newt's probably busy chatting up alby and last he saw teresa she was manning the beer bong on poor, unsuspecting freshmen. (nevermind the fact that they were only sophomores themselves.)
so, yeah. no. especially when thomas can feel the muscle of his wrist underneath thomas's fingers, and he has to resist the urge to drag his hand down his bicep, which is something he's been wanting to do pretty much since he saw him take off his shirt outside at practice the other day. god thomas should have joined the track team. maybe this would have happened a little faster, maybe he could have caught minho's eye. ]
[ Rather than try to take his hand back, Minho just lets it rest there comfortably, fingers loosely curled as he just regards him. Slowly, he closes the space further, until personal space is just a concept for other people, not for them. They've got enough of a height difference that he's looking down at him, looking down into those big, brown eyes. Sure, he's doe-eyed, and goes beyond sexy to land in adorable for a very long while, but that doesn't change anything. ]
Good. [ Maybe if Thomas joined the track team they could've gotten to this a lot faster. Maybe if Minho joined any of Thomas' groups - because he could, if he pulled his weight in it - they could've gotten to this a lot faster. But they're here now, and he figures that's what matters, not a bunch of maybes or what-ifs. It's just the two of them in an enclosed room, the rest of the world gone.
Bringing up his other hand, he curls it at his jaw, thumb brushing along his lower lip. It's an intimate touch, something that's just for Tommy. Something that he's wanted to do for ages.
Same as the kiss that he leans in to press to his mouth, as he moves his hand so that he can cup his cheek. ]
[ thomas definitely could have had a worse first kiss. granted, it's in somebody's bathroom that he doesn't know, but it's also with minho park, whose mouth is sinfully soft and sort of exactly like thomas dreamed it would be. aside from the part where they're in somebody's bathroom, this? this is almost picture perfect.
also he's a little drunk so maybe his judgement is a tiny bit skewered, but, whatever.
thomas's eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hands to wrap around his shoulders, but, that quickly proves to be too passive for tommy, who slides his hands back around and grips at the front of his shirt, instead. that lets him pull minho in a little closer, kiss him a little more, in hopes that maybe some false confidence will help get rid of the unstoppable red, red flush on his face.
he's got a lot of questions, namely "why me" and "is this a hookup" and "can i date you" and "how do you get your arms so big" but most of them scatter as minho kisses him, and for a few seconds, thomas just lets his mind go blissfully, perfectly blank. ]
[ This could have happened in a closet. That could've been an option, considering the fact it's not uncommon for people to go find one to makeout in. But Minho wants as much space as possible for him to completely ignore the concept of personal space. Thomas drawing him in doesn't even cause him to bat an eye open again - instead, he comes forward as he's brought in by the hold on his shirt, his freed hand coming up to mirror the other one so that he can cradle his face as he kisses him.
He's soft and warm, pliant but not just standing there and being kissed. Thomas kisses back, and he really hopes that's not just the alcohol he can taste talking.
Maybe when there's time for conversation, they can play a little Q&A. As i it is, the only conversation he wants to have right now is with Thomas' mouth. They're both probably going to get absolute hell from Newt, but he can't even begin to care. He's been wanting to do this for ages, and the party gave him the perfect opening for it. There is no way in hell that he's going to pass it up, isn't going to enjoy every second of it.
So, he gets lost in the kiss while he can, making it what he hopes will be the bar to set all of Thomas' prospective kisses against. ]
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his two best friends--his twin sister teresa, and his best friend newt--had other plans, it seemed.
so when newt got invited to a party by some of the student athletes and offered thomas as a plus one, thomas couldn't say no. as one of those people who's friends with everyone, newt was easily able to win over the hosts of the party into letting him bring tommy along, and now, with the bassline pumping and drinks pouring, thomas realizes that newt has abandoned him. it's not his fault, really--he knows newt's been pining after the quarterback of the football team for years--but one minute thomas is with newt and the next minho park is asking him to come talk with him upstairs.
thomas answers yes in a flat second, chugs his drink, says shuck it and that's where he is now. it's not like thomas has a huge crush on minho. it's not. it's not like he's admiring his arms from here, or his strong shoulders or the way his pants fit. it's not like this is a huge deal and he's definitely not freaking out right now. minho isn't the only one considering kisses, and with the alcohol he just chugged agreeing with him, thomas can't help but almost be a little hopeful. going upstairs usually means making out. right? ]
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[ Minho doesn't know the house that well, but all of these WASP houses are usually the same, general layout. He gets upstairs and curls his fingers a little more securely around Thomas', like he's making sure he hasn't wandered off or something. Like he's totally not just a second shy of holding his hand outright. And, honestly, he's kind of really keen on the idea. Thomas has long fingers, like a pianist or something, with gorgeous definition, and he wants to tangle them together.
Eying their various choices - closed and opened doors alike - he turns about so he can walk backwards, steps confident and sure despite the alcohol in his system. Maybe they come from different social circles, but Minho doesn't care. Rarely cares about what the rest of the school thinks about him. Especially when it comes to something like this. From what Newt's told him, he's pretty sure he's already kind of in love with Thomas anyways, or at least the idea of him.
He slants a grin at him, eyes sickling. ]
In a hurry? [ Coming to an errant door, he reaches with his free hand to try the knob. When it opens, he angles his head to see if anyone's inside, what kind of room it is. The bathroom greets him, roomy and pristine. Good enough for him, considering he's not about to try any bedrooms, and he draws Thomas in as he opens up the door with an easy swing. ] 'cause I can let you get back to the party if you really want to.
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[ he's way more than okay, to be honest, but he's trying really hard to be cool here. thomas follows in after him into the bathroom--okay, we're going to make out, i'm not crazy, right--and shuts the door behind him with a gentle click, leaving his hands behind his back and leaning against them. this is also mostly precautionary so he doesn't just reach over and grab minho by the shirt collar, which is very much what his drunk lack of inhibition is telling him to do.
fidgeting a little, thomas definitely looks him up and down, sort of regretting losing his handhold but also reveling in his huge, bright grin. thomas loves that smile, has adored it from afar for months now, and it's really a thousand times better in person. like having the sun shined on you or some klunk like that.
biting his lip, he tries not to smile, a bit. ] So...
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Swaying forward into Thomas' space again, he taps his knuckles against his chest first. Just an idle, playful gesture. ] You sure?
[ Because he wants to make sure. He's kind of like a spooked deer, but it's pretty endearing. Actually, really endearing and really cute. Is someone allowed to be simultaneously cute and hot? Shouldn't that be illegal? It's like having some unfair superpower or something, and there's no way for him to resist it. Not with the magnetic pull there.
God he should've done this sooner. Either invited Thomas to a party himself or just pursued him at school. Instead, Minho's observed from a distance. It just is not right to have put this off for as long as they have. ]
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[ is there seriously anything in that party that's more important than minho possibly wanting to make out with him? no. thomas doubts it. newt's probably busy chatting up alby and last he saw teresa she was manning the beer bong on poor, unsuspecting freshmen. (nevermind the fact that they were only sophomores themselves.)
so, yeah. no. especially when thomas can feel the muscle of his wrist underneath thomas's fingers, and he has to resist the urge to drag his hand down his bicep, which is something he's been wanting to do pretty much since he saw him take off his shirt outside at practice the other day. god thomas should have joined the track team. maybe this would have happened a little faster, maybe he could have caught minho's eye. ]
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Good. [ Maybe if Thomas joined the track team they could've gotten to this a lot faster. Maybe if Minho joined any of Thomas' groups - because he could, if he pulled his weight in it - they could've gotten to this a lot faster. But they're here now, and he figures that's what matters, not a bunch of maybes or what-ifs. It's just the two of them in an enclosed room, the rest of the world gone.
Bringing up his other hand, he curls it at his jaw, thumb brushing along his lower lip. It's an intimate touch, something that's just for Tommy. Something that he's wanted to do for ages.
Same as the kiss that he leans in to press to his mouth, as he moves his hand so that he can cup his cheek. ]
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also he's a little drunk so maybe his judgement is a tiny bit skewered, but, whatever.
thomas's eyes flutter shut and he lifts his hands to wrap around his shoulders, but, that quickly proves to be too passive for tommy, who slides his hands back around and grips at the front of his shirt, instead. that lets him pull minho in a little closer, kiss him a little more, in hopes that maybe some false confidence will help get rid of the unstoppable red, red flush on his face.
he's got a lot of questions, namely "why me" and "is this a hookup" and "can i date you" and "how do you get your arms so big" but most of them scatter as minho kisses him, and for a few seconds, thomas just lets his mind go blissfully, perfectly blank. ]
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He's soft and warm, pliant but not just standing there and being kissed. Thomas kisses back, and he really hopes that's not just the alcohol he can taste talking.
Maybe when there's time for conversation, they can play a little Q&A. As i it is, the only conversation he wants to have right now is with Thomas' mouth. They're both probably going to get absolute hell from Newt, but he can't even begin to care. He's been wanting to do this for ages, and the party gave him the perfect opening for it. There is no way in hell that he's going to pass it up, isn't going to enjoy every second of it.
So, he gets lost in the kiss while he can, making it what he hopes will be the bar to set all of Thomas' prospective kisses against. ]