-Of Halloween & Handcuffs-

-Yay! I love this Minewt fanfic so much! So this is probably two parts long (so far) and it's part of my Of Minho & Newt married series. It's a little flashback of the day Minho and Newt had their first kiss and realized that maybe they were more than friends. Yes, it takes place on Halloween. I wanted to save this until Halloween actually came around, but I couldn't wait until October, haha.

I welcome and am very grateful for reviews, so tell me what you liked!

Happy Slightly-Early-Halloween! XD-

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

That was the first thing a group of kids yelled when they burst through the doors of Glade High that October. The black-and-blue hallways were swathed in fake cobwebs and black cutout spiders. Almost every student was dressed up in their costumes to celebrate the holiday. Witches and vampires and werewolves walked down the crowded halls together. Even a few of the teachers had worn a costume, though the old History teacher, Mr. Janson hadn't. There was a feeling of excitement in the air, and giddy laughter bubbled up from every corner. It felt like something great could happen at any moment. Everyone was looking forward to the night ahead, after all. Halloween night was always the most popular night of the year at Glade High.

Minho couldn't have agreed more; he had his own plans for tonight that he was excited about. Not that he could share them with anyone. If he did, Thomas and the others were sure to back out. So he kept his ideas to himself as he made his way down to the hallway where his locker was. Across the hall, he glimpsed another member of the track team, a short-haired blonde named Ben. He was wearing only jeans and a black Glade High Track Team tee. Minho tsked under his breath at his friend. Not in the spirit of Halloween at all. With that, he snuck up behind Ben and promptly scared the crap out of him by poking a finger into his side. Ben yelped like a girl and whirled around to see a golden, plastic badge being shoved in his face.

"I'm sorry, Ben, but I'm not seeing the proper Halloween costume here," Minho informed him airily. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to fine you for lacking the Halloween spirit."

Ben wrinkled his nose. "Minho, what the—?"

"You have the right to remain silent," Minho cut him off teasingly.

Ben rolled his eyes then. "Ha ha, very funny," he deadpanned. "Good to see that YOU'RE in the 'Halloween spirit.'" He pointed at Minho's costume then, pale blue eyes flickering in amusement.

Minho gestured at himself with confident bravado. "You like it?" he asked, smirking rakishly as he shoved the badge back in pocket. The short-sleeved, navy cop uniform had the been the only thing to fit him perfectly when he hurried to buy something last-minute for the holiday. He had to admit, he'd been hoping to find something like an ax murderer's clothes this year, but they'd run out. Besides, this costume came with handcuffs, and he couldn't turn that down.

Ben snorted. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Didn't you want a hat to go with it?" he asked, looking pointedly at Minho's spiked, ebony hair.

"And ruin my awesome hair? No way."

"Oh, yeah I forgot about your precious HAIR," Ben scoffed, and quickly got a glare in return. "You couldn't get a size bigger or something?"

Minho glanced down at himself. "What do you mean? This fits."

"Maybe here," Ben replied, motioning at Minho's stomach, "but not here." He then pointed at where the uniform outlined Minho's broad shoulders.

Minho shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I just wanted to show off," he quipped, lacing his fingers behind his head and feeling the muscles in his arms flex languidly.

Ben shot a look up at the ceiling. Then he said something a little odd. "Oh, please. I thought you only wanted to 'show off' when Newt was around."

Minho blinked. "Why would I—?" He was unfortunately, interrupted, when a boy with bronze-colored hair dashed up to them and immediately began to talk.

"Hey, guys, check it out!" Thomas exclaimed. He struck a proud pose, hands on his hips. "Worked on this thing all night! How's it look?" He then tried to put on a dead-serious expression. He wore all black from head to toe, and a mask covered all of his face from the nose down. It was hard to tell when he was smiling and the fabric moved comically every time he spoke.

"You look like a giant, black sock," Ben told him flatly.

Minho, on the other hand, was in a better mood. He loved Halloween, after all. "So you're a ninja this year?" he asked Thomas. "I thought you and Gally were gonna do a couple thing with your costumes."

Thomas's ears burned bright pink. He crossed his arms like an embarrassed toddler. "For the twentieth time, we are NOT EVEN DATING."

Ben and Minho both laughed like this was the funniest thing they'd ever heard and shared disbelieving glances. "Thomas, I'm sorry, but you need to come out of denial already," Ben informed him. "Because we all know that you've got the hots for Galileo."

"I do not!" Thomas insisted (but his now-scarlet face told otherwise). "He doesn't even LIKE me. I think he hates me."

"That's just his way of saying he wants you," Ben replied.

"He does not WANT me."

"Oh, sure. I passed him in the hallway once and saw his iPod. He's gotta whole playlist of love songs titled 'Thomas.'"

Thomas's brown eyes widened. "You're lying." Then he paused. "...what songs were on it?"

"Sexyback," Minho spoke up helpfully, with a suggestive grin.

Ben snickered, and added a song of his own. "And Smooth."

"And Crazy in Love."

"AND Lay Me Down."

"Don't forget Let's Get It On."

Minho let out a burst of laughter. "Ooh, I love that one," he crowed. Ben sniggered in agreement; they both started singing at the same time, using low, sexy voices. "I've been really trying, baby! Trying to hold back this feeling, for so long!"

"Okay, you can shut up now," Thomas said loudly.

"And if YOU feel, like I feel, baby!"

"Please be quiet now!"

"Then, come on...oh, come on..."

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP."

"Let's get it on...oh, let's get it on..."

Thomas covered his ears with his hands and turned his back on them. "I'm not listening!" he sang. "I'm not listening, and this is not happening!"

Ben and Minho had stopped singing by then, triumph written across their faces. From across the hall, a girl with long, brown hair turned and flashed a wide smile. "Sounds hot, guys!" she cheered, cupping her mouth with a hand to call to them.

Ben blushed a little and Minho sent her a smirk right back. "Thanks, Brenda!" he called. "It's hard being this attractive, but we certainly try!"

Ben stared at him like he was a math problem that couldn't be solved. "Why in God's name do girls like you so much?" he asked enviously.

Thomas turned back around and piped up, "it's pretty much a known fact that if you're gay, then girls automatically think you're ten times more attractive. It doesn't make sense, but it's true."

"And THAT is the whole reason I became gay," Minho joked.

"I thought your whole reason was that guy, Raph," Thomas returned.

Ben's brow furrowed. "RAPH?" he echoed in confusion.

"Short for Raphael," Minho explained. He slung his thumbs in his pockets. "He was an old student that moved away when he was a sophomore."

Thomas sighed like a dreamy girl and his mask blew outwards with his breath. "He was just EDIBLE."

"Amen," Minho agreed.

Ben glanced back and forth between them, a bit of an awkward look on face. " As a straight guy, I will never understand you two," he told them matter-of-factly. "If you're both gay, why don't you guys just date?"

Minho and Thomas looked at each other, and then started making choking sounds. Minho jerked a thumb at Thomas. "HIM?" he demanded disbelievingly. "He's like my freaking brother."

"Seriously, Ben," Thomas put in. "You're gross. Ew."

Ben threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "I give up," he declared, and promptly turned to his locker, fumbling with the lock.

Minho watched for a second, wondering how much time they had left until the bell rang; once it did, they'd have to split up and go to homeroom. Ben and Thomas had homerooms down by the chorus room and Minho, by some act of Satan, got stuck with Mr. Janson. That hook-nosed teacher had to have something against Minho, because he spent his entire life making Minho's days a living hell. After a few minutes, Minho caught a flash of something black out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over curiously—and felt his jaw drop.

Newt. Newt was walking toward them, talking to a girl next to him. The girl had eyes like blue ice and sooty hair that fell in a cascade over her shoulders: Teresa. She was wearing a gray T-shirt with a white belly, and matching gray skinny jeans. Even her arms and face had been painted the same color and she'd drawn gills on her neck. When she smiled, you could tell she wore sharpened, plastic teeth over her own. But that wasn't what caught Minho's attention. It was NEWT.

Newt was dressed in one of those skintight surfer's outfits, jet-black and with wide bands of turquoise along the sides. It was a great contrast with his fair skin and warm, blonde hair. His charred-blue eyes glowed with lightheartedness when he spoke to Teresa. Every slim, lean muscle in his entire body was hugged deliciously by that suit. Minho felt a little dizzy. "Oh..."

"What?" Thomas asked. He followed Minho's gaze, then grinned mischievously. "Ooooh, looks like someone's gotta crush."

Now it was Minho's turn to get defensive. "I don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"What're we talking about now?" Ben asked, not looking over his shoulder as he continued to fiddle with his lock.

Thomas elbowed Minho's side teasingly. "Minho's got a crush on Newt."

"Really?"

Minho's face began to flush self-consciously. "That's not true," he insisted. "He's just a friend."

"Than why're you blushing?" Thomas asked knowingly.

"I'm not blushing."

"Uh, yeah, you are."

"Ughhhh, can we forget about this now?"

"Oh, you got it bad for him."

"UGHHHH." Minho thought about shoving Thomas over, but before he could, Newt and Teresa were in front of them.

"Hi, guys!" Teresa chirped, waving. She threw an arm around Newt's shoulders. "How do we look? Pretty good, right?"

"What are you guys, exactly?" Thomas asked conversationally.

Newt raised his hand. "I'm a surfer," he explained. Then his gaze darkened in annoyance. "I was SUPPOSED to have a surfboard, but Principal Paige said it wasn't school appropriate. Too big or something like that."

Teresa jabbed a thumb at herself and beamed broadly. "And I'm a SHARK!" she announced. "See?!" She let go of Newt to turn around, showing off the dorsal fin sticking out the back of her shirt. "We're a Jaws theme costume couple!"

Minho nearly choked on his own spit. "WHAT?"

Teresa giggled, turning a bit pink. But Newt just waved a hand dismissively. "Relax, we're not a real couple," he assured. "We just wanted to use the costume idea."

"Oh." Minho breathed out a discreet sigh of relief.

Thomas sent Minho a sideways glance. "Why, would that have bothered you, Minho?" he asked lightly. "If they were a couple, I mean?"

"No," Minho replied in a carefully-neutral voice, "it wouldn't."

Teresa seemed to sense what was going on and slung her arm back around Newt's shoulders. "Okay, good, because actually, we are kind of a couple," she told him.

"Huh?" The disappointment in Minho's voice was evident.

Thomas and Teresa instantly started laughing, letting him know that he'd just been tricked. Thomas gave him a playful push in the shoulder and Teresa winked. Newt just lowered his eyes bashfully. Maybe Minho was imagining it, but he thought he saw a blush rising in the blonde's cheeks.

"Okay, okay, I'm done now," Thomas chuckled, putting a hand on Minho's shoulder. "I swear, I'm done, I'll stop teasing." He blew out an exhale after the last of the giggles had left him and then turned a bright gaze on all of them. "So. New topic: what're we gonna do tonight?"

"Yeah, I was wondering that too," Ben added, finally getting his lock open and swinging open his locker door. He then reached in to get some books out of his bag. It was a mistake.

Minho regained some of his confidence. "Well, you're not doing anything," he decided, and before Ben could react, he clapped the pair of handcuffs on him.

"Minho! What the hell?" Ben pulled his hands out of his locker and looked at the handcuffs with wide eyes.

Minho crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe you should've thought about wearing an actual costume."

"I came as a track runner!"

"That's just yourself, moron."

"How am I supposed to do anything with these on?"

"You don't," Minho answered simply. Then he smirked devilishly at everybody. "And don't worry about tonight, guys. I got something planned for all of us that you're gonna love. Don't even think about driving; I'll come pick you guys up."

"Well, I actually can't go," Teresa said regretfully. "I have to go trick-or-treating with my little cousin. She really wants me to come with her."

"You're gonna miss out," Minho teased, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "The rest of you in?"

"Sure, I'm in," Thomas replied. "As long as it's not a repeat of last year. I am not breaking into the school to sneak rats into Janson's classroom again."

Ben held up his cuffed hands. "I'd love to, if you'll TAKE THESE OFF ALREADY."

Minho snickered. "All right, I got Thomas and Ben." He glanced at Newt. "Newt?"

Newt had a tempted smile on his face. He glanced back and forth between his three friends for a few moments. Then his smile widened. "I'm in."