The Maze Runner High School AU:

The bloody nerve of this guy is out of this world. He really thinks he can just- Just do- Can- That he can do whatever he wants. And Newt tries so hard not to let him get away with anything but it never works in his favour. Somehow, Minho nestles his way into Newt’s life, one way or another, without ever faltering in his appearance of a “laid back dude who just wanna be your friend, possibly fuck-buddy”-persona that he’s created just for Newt. It’s not like Newt is very hard to get in normal cases, but Minho is lead Runner on the track team and the track team and Newt doesn’t really go hand in hand. 

It’s really unbelievable how much the new guy doesn’t trust him. And Minho does’nt even know why. He’s never done anything to offend him and he seems to get along with Thomas just perfectly, why would he be so defensive towards Minho? Minho keeps trying, because the kid is mostly by his own and it doesn’t look like it’s his choice most of the time. He wants to be his friend. He flirts with all his friends. He’s this blunt with all his friends. Okay, maybe not, but if Newt would just understand that Minho isn’t after something, maybe he’ll also finally see that Minho genuinely likes him. 

Part 3/?
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Sick - Newt (Part 2)

I sighed, knowing Teresa and Thomas were not going to answer if I called. I put the laptop beside me before I closed it. I put on my medical mask, opening that door as I was wrapped in my duvet and more blankets. I began walking down the stairs to get some food.

“Y/N?” I looked up to see Newt by the door. I coughed, holding on to the railing for balance. He was instantly by my side. “Careful now.” He warned, keeping me steady.

“What are you doing here?” I croaked. 

“I wasn’t going to find out you had pneumonia and not do anything.” He told me, carrying me up bridal style, taking me back to the room. 

“You really don’t have to-”

“Shut up.” He told me, kissing my forehead. He put me back on my bed. “What were you trying to get?”

“Food.” I told him.

“I’ll be right back then.”

“You really don’t have to-” He gave me a look. “Okay then. Thanks.” I smiled a little.

“Anything for you, love.” He smiled at me before leaving and shutting the door. I sighed, which turned into a cough. Newt came back up rather quickly with an arrangement of chips, crisps and sandwiches.

“Oh my goodness-” I coughed.

“I didn’t know what you wanted.” He smiled shyly, putting the food on the table next to you with water. I smiled at him, even though he couldn’t exactly see it. He laid down beside me, moving the laptop to the table.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you or pick up any of your calls.” I apologised.

“Why were you so afraid to tell me?” He asked.

“Well, I didn’t want you to worry. Not just that, I also didn’t want you to get sick.” I admitted. “I have mild pneumonia and I have to take two antibiotics and two mucolytics for seven days and you’ve already gone insane with the food and the carrying me up the stairs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful.” I told him. “But if you get sick, you might get worse than just ‘mild pneumonia’. You could end up in the hospital for who knows how long and who knows what they’ll do. I don’t want you to get sick. I will go clinically insane and have to be admitted into the psych ward.” I admitted. He chuckled.


“I’m serious.” I looked at him with my eyes wide. He looked at me seriously.

“I know.” He said, kissing my forehead. “But I’m telling you, you have nothing to worry about.” He smiled.

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”