The First Girl (Minho x reader)

He was there

The 'gathering' lasted a while, and in the end, after an hour of arguing and going back and forth and coming full circle a dozen times, you had all decided—unanimously—to go to Denver. You guys planned to land the Berg at a private airport with the story that they were Immunes looking for a government transport job. Luckily the Berg was unmarked—WICKED didn't advertise when it went out into the real world, apparently. You were tested and branded as immune to the Flare, which would allow access to the city proper. All except Newt, who—because he was infected—would have to stay on the Berg until they figured something out.
You al ate a quick meal; then Jorge went off to pilot the ship. He said he was well rested and he wanted everyone else to take a nap since it would take a few more hours to reach the city. After that, who knew how long it would be before you found a place to stay for the night.You had gotten dragged by Minho into another room with a large couch and a few blankets and pillows.
He ran his fingers through your now short hair (a/n: contrary to what you guys think, that wasn't an insurgent reference. I just like short hair XD)
   "I should let you cut my hair from now on, you d a pretty good job" you laughed and put the blankets over the two of you, eventually falling asleep.

In your dream you were in a small house, sitting by a fire place. It felt like it wasn't you, because you didn't remember it, but you knew it couldn't be anyone else. In front of you was a small curly haired boy. Chuck.
  "Sissy!" He cheered, he couldn't have been older than five at the time
He proudly showed you a picture he drew, of you and him holding hands in front of a stream.
    "Aww good job buddy" you said, ruffling his brown hair
The dream shifted, and you were in front of the house with your parents.
   "It's no use, she's gone (moms name)" your mother cried into your fathers shirt, and you felt tears running down your own face.
   "I'll do it" you said
"If that's what you want" your father handed you a rifle and kissed your forehead
   "Be careful, and if you can't do it, come get me" you nodded and made your way down into a cellar
What you saw terrified you.
A woman, with long brown hair sat hunched against the corner. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, and she was covered in dirt. The woman looked up, and there was blood all down the left side of her face. She had clawed her own eye out.
This was a once beautiful woman, your aunt you remembered, and the flare had taken over her.
She let out a spine chilling scream, and even more tears streamed down your face.
     "I'm so sorry aunt May, so sorry" you lifted the rifle, and pulled the trigger.
    The dream shifted once more to your shared bedroom.
"Sissy, what happened to Aunt May?" The boy asked
   "Well Chuck, she got very sick, and had to go away. But the good thing is, she's not in pain anymore" you sniffed back tears and hugged your brother.

You awoke with tears on your face, and Minho looking at you with a worried expression.
You sobbed and he cradled you closer, not saying anything, but you got the point. He was there.