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Perfect--Minho/Newt love triangle imagine

Hi guys!

This is a Minho and Newt imagine (mainly Minho) and no tws this time!

I hope y'all enjoy and requests are always open!

The safe haven was everything you had dreamed of.

No grievers, easy land to grow food on, plenty of materials to build houses with, most of your friends safe...

Perfect.

Well... perfect if Newt -your best friend for almost the entirety of your life in the maze, and now in the safe haven- would talk to you for more than a few minutes.

You were thinking about this as you sat at one of the picnic tables that some of the builders from the girls maze had hastily constructed after insisting that one would be sitting on the ground.

You began picking at a plate of green beans, when Minho sat down next to you "Hey."

You look up, a faint smile on your lips. "Hi."

He grinned back, nudging you gently. "Newt's still off doing his own thing?"

You swallow, trying to shrug it off, keeping your tone light. "He's probably busy. Technically he's the first in command of our maze since Alby..." You trail off, staring down at your food, the small apatite you had disappearing.

You felt Minho's firm arm draping around your shoulder. "You okay?"

You look back up at him, forcing a small smile. "Yeah... Yeah, just not..." You sigh, trying to find the words for what you need to say. "It just still hurts."

Minho nods slightly, his voice soft. "I think it always will."

Silence follows as neither of you contradict his statement.

You lean your head on your fist, elbow propped up on the surprisingly smooth wood, stabbing one of the green beans with your fork, having absolutely no intention of eating it.

Minho exhales slowly, starting to eat his own food. "...You're probably right though. Newt's just busy, he and the leader of the girl's maze have a lot to figure out."

You stab another bean, the small crunching sound taking you back to the bone crunching of the maze-

Don't think about that.

It's over.

You nod, biting your lip and putting your fork down, sitting up straight again. "I know he can handle it though."

He hesitates, glancing away, then focusing back on his food. "...Yeah." Minho looks back at you, a small grin on his face that barely reaches his eyes. "Yeah, Newt's great at that kinda thing. Really great."

A few days later you were sitting in the grass above one of the steeper drops to the beach below, watching the sun rise.

Having seen many real sunrises now, you wondered how you could have ever thought the maze's 'sky' looked real.

The real sky was... pink, red, orange, blue, white clouds that looked as if someone had taken a cotton ball and stretched it out into the perfect shape...

The mazes' hologram had just looked...

Fake.

Artificial.

The pinks had looked like the purest, brightest pink, the red the crisp color of an apple, but too perfect.

A sense of false security.