Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

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           It's been 2 days since Thomas and Newt reveled their huge heartbreak of a secret. The moment Thomas said it, Minho just stood up and walked away. He looked confused, angry, and betrayed. You were the only person he has talked to since. You usually find him in what remains of the Map Room. You found him the first time by (being the clumsy person that you are) accident. You were wandering around the Glade looking for something to do, when you tripped on something and fell into the open, heavy, metal door of the Map Room. He doesn't come out. You have to bring his food to him. That's what you were doing now. Bringing food to an upset seventeen year old. You pushed the door open closing the door, again. Each step creaking under your feet.

"Hey. Minho?" You called.

"Over here." Said a faint voice from the darkest room in the corner.

"You really need to get out of here."

"Why?"

"Everyone is looking for you."

"Your not."

"Because I know where you are." You walked over and handed him the sandwich Frypan made. "You're right here."

Minho rolled his eyes. He hasn't made any sassy comments or jokes ever since you found him, but this was an improvement.

"Seriously. Are you okay?" You asked taking a seat in front of him.

"I don't know." Minho said taking a bite of his sandwich.

"How are you feeling? Emotional wise."

"Betrayed, upset, stupid, guilty, angry, anything bad, you name it."

"Guilty?" You were surprised by how Minho was actually telling you this.

"For not trying to help him in some way. I could have beaten the shuck out of Rat Man and forced him to get something that would maybe slow the virus, anything that would help him. Instead I almost beat the shuck out of Newt." He took another bite out of his sandwich before he continued. "The truth is, when Rat Man said that Newt wasn't immune, I was about this close," He showed you by using his index finger and thumb with a little bit of space in between them, "to shooting everybody in the place. Then finding the cure myself."

You didn't know what to say to that. You didn't know Minho felt that way. No one did. You just nodded and let him talk. You knew that would probably be best for him. To just listen.

"But I didn't do anything. Why did they give us the Flare if they knew that we were immune? Did they just give it to the non-Immunes? Why did they let that happen? Why would they do that? Kill our friends for a test? When they had enough information? Then they go and put us back in here. They know that this place almost killed Newt. And killed you. Just test. Like you said, if people were going to become Immune anyway, why find a cure?" Minho ranted, then leaned his head back on the wall.

You could swear you saw a tear make its way down his face.

"We're going to get out of here. I can promise you that." You didn't want to add 'All of us will.' because you knew you couldn't promise that. You just had to hope.

"I shucking hate this place, (Y/N)." Minho said as if he didn't even hear you. "Just not as much as Newt. I wasn't driven over the edge that fast. But I probably will be, so watch out for us. Please. You're the smartest one here, your braver then most, I beat you could be scary when you fight and when you're mad, you know exactly what to say and when to say it, how to make someone feel good about themselves. But I'm nothing like that. I have no idea how to help, I don't know what to do. But you seem to know about the Maze, more then we do. Especially about WICKED. I am scared to death of what is out there. If there's anything you could tell us, tell us." Minho sat forward and had been looking you in the eyes.