The Safe Haven (A Newt x Reader Story)

Chapter 8: Dreams Again

Author's Notes: 

Hey guys sorry again for the late updates on this story! I sort of fell flat on ideas for a while and wanted to take some time to make a plot and outline for what I wanted to do next with this book and what direction I wanted to take it in. I finally have everything figured out so thanks for being patient with me! I'm also back into school now so I had to get through my first week of classes and I'm also in collegiate sports so I had to get back into that as well. But I'm really excited to start writing the next chapters. This chapter is sort of a filler/ extra chapter to see into Minho's perspective of the events and how he's feeling. So this is a fun (not so fun for Minho but ehhh) little chapter and then the next ones will be getting more into the plot and drama of the next morning! Anywayyyy ENJOY!!! :)

Minho's POV:

I ran out of the hut as quickly as I could. I felt physically sick to my stomach seeing what I saw in there. It's not even like I didn't expect them to get together at some point. Those two are both terrible at hiding the fact that they held feelings for each other and yet the other party never suspected a thing from the other that they reciprocated those feelings. It was so exhausting to watch as a bystander. Thomas, Frypan, Brenda, and I would always talk about how those two would someday get together. We had bets actually of who would make the first move. Knowing this though allowed me to get over my feelings for y/n. I honestly had not thought about her in that way since we were in the Glade. I didn't allow myself to feel that way. She was unattainable and I knew I would only torture myself over the thought of her, so I blocked it out and ridden my mind of seeing y/n as anything more than a friend... or at least I thought I did.

When y/n came onto me the night of the bonfire those feelings resurfaced, as if they never left. I remember staring at her, not sure if she was real. A part of me wondered if I was having another dream of her, something I frequently had in the Glade. Then when I felt her lips, I knew it was real. They were nothing like I ever imagined. Her lips were soft and plump and tasted of vodka but I didn't mind. Her sweet kisses on my neck were heavenly, feeling as if every kiss she left on my neck she took a part of my soul with her and I would gladly let her. I suddenly had a feeling wash over me of pure victory, that I had won the prize that seemed unattainable. Me, the underdog, had won the girl away from the competitor. My ego was boosted one million percent and I ran with that sense of pride and victory and flipped her over, now wanting to claim my prize with kisses as she did for me. I was on top of the world, having the girl of my dreams under me, moaning at my touch and my kisses, and then she said his name...

I went from cloud nine to rock bottom from just a simple slip of the tongue. My heart physically felt as if it had shattered into a million pieces, which is exactly why I blocked these feelings for her out. I was foolish to think she would change her trajectory and love me instead of Newt. It was my own damn fault for putting my guard down.

Back in the Glade, I began to have dreams about her. It started out as occasional and eventually, I couldn't close my eyes without having these false scenarios of y/n play out in my head. It started out as kissing and me holding her in my arms, but then those dreams escalated. I suddenly was dreaming of her naked. Man I hated myself for that! I felt so disrespectful towards her, thinking of her in that way! I was no better than the shanks that harassed her when she first arrived at the Glade. Although, minds wonder and it's hard not to think of her in that way when she is as gorgeous as she is and is the only girl I was ever around. On top of that, we spent practically every minute of every day together on runs, eating dinner, and doing work around the Glade. Being around her that much also allowed me to notice when her eyes began to wonder. Even though she never told me or anyone that she felt anything towards Newt, I was the first to notice her fondness towards him over anyone else. Her entire demeanor changed when he sat down with us for dinner. Her face would light up in a way, a way it certainly didn't when she saw me. Along with having Newt as my buddy, I noticed his demeanor fluctuate as well when she even gave him a glance. While it was a fact that was difficult to stomach, I eventually came to terms with my fate, knowing I was not the one she had eyes for and was only hurting myself by harping over the idea of her. I began to block out those feelings for y/n. I soon after stopped having dreams. I haven't dreamt of her since the Glade... until last night.