This is the sad one
Minho liked Newt.
He loved everything about the boy.
He loved the way his hair was golden in the sunlight.
He loved the way he laughed.
He loved the way his tongue peeked out between his lips when he was concentrating.
He loved the way his nose scrunched up before he sneezed.
He loved the way his freckles were less than visible.
He loved the way he had just the right amount of barely visible freckles.
He loved the way Newt was the only one he told his secrets to.
He loved the way Newt never judged him.
He loved the way Newt always came to every track competition he had.
He loved the way Newt came to him when he was upset, and vice versa.
Newt was his lifelong friend, since they were five and six.
Minho would go as far as saying he was in love with the blonde.
He realised this when they met outside the school gates after summer to walk into senior year together.
Then on the second day, a new boy joined the class.
His name was Thomas, dark hair, brown eyes, pretty cute, also bisexual.
Newt quickly befriended him and dragged Minho along.
They went to Thomas's locker on the way to Spanish, it being their mutual class. Thomas opened his locker and Newt pointed out the little pink, purple and blue flag hanging on his door.
Indeed, Thomas liked boys as well.
Now they all had a common interest, except Newt and Thomas didn't know that Minho liked boys too.
Two months passed and Minho noticed Newt acting a little different.
Or, very different.
Every time they were with Thomas, Newt would sometimes stumble on his words. Not a lot, but Minho noticed. Whenever Thomas walked into class, Newt perked up slightly. No one noticed but Minho.
Once, Minho saw Newt and Thomas going to a class he didn't have, and Newt tripped. Thomas caught him.
No one but Minho noticed how Newt blushed. Well, Thomas did.
Then, Thomas must have finally noticed because they flirted a little from time to time.
Minho passed them in the corridor and they didn't notice him, but he saw how happy Newt was, how he laughed when Thomas joked, how their hands brushed as they walked side by side.
Minho skipped that class he was meant to go to, couldn't remember which. Instead, he stayed in the bathroom, trying and failing miserably not to cry.
He stayed in the stall until he felt like he couldn't breathe. When he opened his eyes, he checked his watch and saw an hour had passed. He heard the bathroom door burst open and someone called his name, opening every stall until they found his one.
"Minho?"
That was the voice he grew up with.
He burst into tears again, unlocked the door. Newt threw it open and wrapped his arms around Minho, not saying anything.
He never told Newt why he was crying.
Newt never asked.
He wasn't mine to love.
POV you're Minho heheh anyway thanks James Dashner for creating a character we had the privilege of knowing ilysm Newtie hope you're happier ❤️❤️❤️
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