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Minho [16]

Essential destruction (unedited)
Y/N's POV

How it got to the point where Minho was actually scared to tell me what he had done, I have no idea. All I know is that something life changing must have happened to him while I was running the Maze yesterday.

He had somehow managed to convince Alby to give him the day off since he wasn't feeling well. Just that is weird in itself, Minho almost never misses a day of running, especially if it's just a simple cold.

When I got back to the Glade last night, Minho was passed out the bed in our hut. Not wanting to wake him, I had set off to find Newt or Alby to figure out what had happened.

I found Newt almost immediately. He was sitting against a tree near the box with his head leaned back and his eyes closed as though he had just dealt with something incredibly stressful.

He opened his eyes and glanced over at me when he heard me approaching him, but he didn't make a move to get up or fully acknowledge my presence.

Sitting down next to him, I had asked, "So why is Minho passed out on our bed?"

Newt continued to stare up at the leaves above him as an exasperated sigh left his lips.

"You have three options here. You can either wait for me to take a three-hour nap, go ask Alby, or you wait for Minho to wake up and see if he remembers anything."

"Thanks Newt, that was so what I was looking for as an answer." I guess being around Minho so much has really changed me.

"You're very much welcome, glad I could be of assistance."

I waited for him to glance back at me again before shaking my head and standing back up, now planning on finding Alby and hoping that he'd be able to enlighten me on the day's events.

"Bye Y/N!" He yelled after me as I walked towards the Homestead, his voice full of fake enthusiasm.

Instead of speaking, my response was another shake of my head as I continued walking.

I found Alby sitting outside the Homestead, leaning against one of its walls just like Newt had been leaning against the tree.

"Oh no," I mumbled quietly as I approached Alby.

Unlike Newt, Alby didn't even glance at me when I walked up to him.

"Alby?"

"What, Y/N?"

His voice was harsh and he obviously didn't want to be bothered, but I was willing to take my chances if it meant I might be able to find out what was going on with my boyfriend.

"Why is Minho passed out on our bed?"

He sighed the same exasperated sigh that Newt had done.

"I'm not the one who needs to tell that story, it needs to be your shuckface boyfriend who can't be kept control of unless you're here to do it."

That was when I knew for a fact that something very bad had happened while I was in the Maze.

"I don't want to wait for him to wake up though." My voice was whinny and somewhat high-pitched as I complained to Alby.

"Well that's your problem, not mine."

What the hell had Minho done while I was gone?

"Please just tell me what happened, Alby." My voice was getting more and more desperate.

"All I'm telling you is that somehow 'essential destruction' became a thing while you were gone today." When he used air quotes when he said 'essential destruction'.

Having known Minho for as long as I had, I already knew that anything with the word 'destruction' in it was going to or already had been disastrous.

I didn't say anything else, just turned and starting walking back towards our hut.

I walked in to find Minho sitting up with his back against the wall the bed was on, his knees puled to his chest and his hands covering his ears as rested his head on the top of his knees.

"Minho?"

A low groan was all I got in response.

"What happened today?" My voice was soft and quiet as I sat down next to him and put my right arm behind his neck, letting him lean on me.

I wanted to know what had happened, but Minho was clearly not feeling well enough to tell me the story.

After a couple of minutes, he fell asleep on my shoulder. I let him stay like that until I started to get tired. That was when I moved him so that he was lying down and I changed into some more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed next to him. I fell asleep like that.

I woke up the next morning to Minho shifting around the bed rather noisily.

When he noticed that I was awake, he mumbled something under his breath and then told me that he'd stop moving so much and that I should go back to sleep. I instead told him that he was going to tell me what had happened. I was sick of waiting.

"But you're gonna be mad at me," he grumbled. He sounded so much like a child that had been caught stealing a piece of candy.

"I'll be even more mad at you if I have to find out what it is from one of the other Gladers."

He sighed and leaned against the wall again. I sat up, ready to finally hear what must have been a very interesting story.

"So Gally made his secret recipe and got me to have some of it which is what started all of it. Now I can't recall most of the details, but I do remember that I did a lot of stumbling around, Alby and Newt yelled at me multiple times to get myself together, and..."

His voice trailed off at the end. What could possibly be worse than what he's already said?

"ImayhavepossiblybodyslammedGallyandthenpunchedhimashardasIcould." I could barely understand what he said because he was speaking so fast.

"Can you repeat that way slower?"

He stared down at his hands and said, "I may have possibly body slammed Gally and then punched him as hard as I could."

I decided to give him a chance to explain himself before I started scolding him.

"You better have a damn good explanation for this."

"He said some stuff about you that I didn't like and I snapped."

That's better than what I had originally thought it might be, but I still couldn't believe that he would do that. Well, I could imagine that he would do that, but I thought he had more self-control than that.

"And how does that tie into essential destruction?"

"Well there was destruction and it was definitely essential so..."

And that's how I ended up scolding Minho as all the other Gladers gathered around to watch.

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