Just Smile (TMR Fanfic Minho x Reader x Newt)

Chapter 7

"Zia?! Zia!"

Newt and I jolted apart from each other, blushing furiously. I quickly brushed off any dirt or leaves on my clothes while Newt just cleared his throat, staring off at a distance. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, frowning.

"I guess we should go back," I stuttered.

"Y-yeah. They're looking all over the place for you," Newt muttered.

We hesitated for a moment and then turned towards the buildings. Suddenly, Minho appeared in our way, making me nearly crash into him again.

"You really like my body, don't you?" Minho smirked. Gosh, how much I detested it. But... if you looked closely he kinda was-

I blushed furiously again, shaking my head, trying to clear the thoughts out of my mind.

Get a fricking grip on yourself, Zia.

"You wish," I scoffed back. A second too late, but that wouldn't really matter, right?

We walked back towards what Minho called "Homestead". There, Alby was pacing back and forth furiously. As the door creaked open, he looked up, locking his eyes with me.

"What the shuck were you thinking?" Alby snarled. "Lock her up in the Slammer. And you, Minho, get out of here and into the shuck maze."

Two boys I never saw before grunted and grabbed me by the arms, dragging me away from Minho and Newt. I shot them a look of confusion and bewilderment, while they looked back helplessly. Before the door slammed shut, though, I saw them turn back and argue furiously with Alby.

"Where are you guys taking me?" I asked the boy on my right. He was taller than me, with blue-green eyes and brown hair.

"Slammer," he grunted. I rolled my eyes at his obvious response. I opened my mouth to drop another sarcastic comment but was interrupted by me being unceremoniously chucked into a dark cell-like building. Great, he could have said he was taking me to jail. I got up again, glaring through the bars and at the boys.

The shorter boy with the honey blond hair shrugged and looked slightly guilty. "Alby's orders."

I growled in frustration as the boys turned around and left me with my misery. I looked around the room, noting the fact that there was absolutely nothing other than a chair that seemed like it was crippled. I couldn't even lean on the thing, more so sit on it.

Several moments later, I found myself hitting my head on the wall repeatedly. I couldn't even tell what time it was and I was bored out of my mind. I knew the maze doors closed some minutes ago; I heard the "Glade" rumble. I stared at the wall again, trying to clear out my thoughts buzzing around me. Annoyingly, my thoughts would turn towards Newt and Minho, again. Two boys who were contrasting in some ways, two boys who were friends from what I could tell. I stopped hitting my head for a second.

But why did I see them in my dream? Was it a memory?

If the dream had been real, then that meant I knew Minho and Newt ever since I was five, at the very least. The more I thought about my memories, the more I wanted to scream and pull my hair out. Instead, I just sighed and struck my head against the wall again, making the door rattle.

"Is your plan to destroy the Slammer with your shuck head?"

I sighed again, shifting my position towards the door. Laughing, Newt shook his head at my dramatic sighs. I threw a glare at him with force, maybe a little too much, making him snort with laughter. It was good to hear him laugh.

"When is Alby going to let me out?" I grumbled when he stopped laughing.

Newt responded with a sigh. "I don't know, Zia. You've been running around the whole bloody place ever since you showed up."

I huffed again, continuing to hit my head against the same spot on the wall.

"Oi, knock it off. You're hurting yourself," Newt frowned.

"Lunch, Newt," a higher-pitched voice yelled. A figure moved closer and closer at a distance, revealing a younger boy, around twelve or thirteen, with wide eyes and curly brown hair. "So it's true that the Greenie is a girl."

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Chuck," he answered, staring at me like I was some kind of a rare animal at the zoo. Of course, that would mean that this whole place would be the zoo. A fitting comparison, really.

"Well, Zia. I gotta go get dinner, else Fry's gonna be throwing hysterics," Newt grunted, standing up from his knelt position. "I'll try and talk to Alby again."

I slithered down the floor as Newt left, closing my eyes... And throwing them open again, trying to get unwanted images out of my head. Newt laughing as his caramel locks fluttered with the wind. Minho smirking with his dimples as he leaned against the tree.

ZIA! GET. A. GRIP.

I didn't even know if I could trust them. After all, it'd been only a day or two since I came up in that cage. Plus, I had a lot of things on my mind right now anyways. The fear, terror, hopelessness, and grief that I had pushed away from my mind came back and haunted me. I wanted to cry and scream and wail, but I couldn't do that. Something in the very back of my mind told me that I'd be losing if I did that. I had to stay strong. That was my duty. I shifted and willed sleep to come, a dreamless and silent sleep. Of course, that didn't work.

A/N

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L.J.