{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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"Hey! Nice job guys." Minho said, hitting people on the shoulders as they sauntered back into camp.
"We got food!" He shouted, holding up a crate of what looked like vegetables.
The camp cheered, eager to eat something besides cans of beans.
"We found a group, like us. They said they would be willing to trade for supplies." Minho shouted. Jorge spoke up from the back of the group.
"Don't worry, we only traded them for the spare clothes we had on us, nothing too important."
The camp cheered yet again as Minho set down the bin of foods. He grabbed two carrots off the top of the bin and walked over to Newt.
"Hey man, eat something." He said, holding the food out.
"I'm not hungry." Newt grumbled. Minho sighed.
"You said that yesterday, shank. I'm not going anywhere until you eat this." Minho said, holding out food again.
"See? I'll do it too." He took a bite of the carrot. "Mhm, see?" He said, talking with his mouth open. Newt just shook his head.
"Come on man, you've always been thin, I don't want to see you get thinner. You've barely eaten this entire week-"
"That's because I don't want to, Min." Newt said suddenly. "Im the one that turned my back on the supply run. I'm the one that was supposed to be watching Y/N, but I wasn't. Those bloody WICKED people took.... " his voice cracked.
"they got Y/N because of me." Newt said, slouching over. Minho said nothing, just looking at the ground.
"Well..." he started, and then trailed off. Newt looked up.
"What...did you see something?" Newt said, sitting up straight.
"Kinda, I mean..." Minho trailed off again.
"What did you see?" Newt asked, standing up. Minho averted Newts eyes.
"Minho, what did you see?" He asked again.
"We saw Y/N. WICKED dropped her off in the middle of the city." Minho said quietly. Newts face lit up.
"Well then what the bloody hell are we doing here? Let's go!" Newt said, standing up and grabbing a coat from a nearby log where it was resting.
"Hey. Wait a second." Minho said, grabbing his arm.
"Just wait, okay?" He said calmly, still holding onto Newts wrist. The blonde boys face slowly hardened again.
"Minho, what did they do." Newt whispered. Minho let go of Newts hand, running his fingers through his hair.
"They didn't do anything....Y/N's infected Newt." Minho said softly.
"No...you're lying." Newt said. Minho shook his head slowly as Newts eyes filled with tears. He fell into Minhos arms, sobbing into his shirt.
