you’d gone behind newt’s — your best friend, back. you’d kept your relationship with minho a secret; you had good reasoning behind it tho. alby had said he didn’t want anyone dating the runners as they had one focus; getting out of the maze. and obviously, you or anyone else couldn’t be a distraction towards that.

you’d been trying to talk to newt for ages on friday, when he ignored you everytime you tried to start small talk, you got the hint and left him alone. it was now saturday, and you were gardening with him. “are you mad?” you questioned, glancing at him as he tossed some dirt around. “no,” he stared at you, when you raised an eyebrow he finished with; “i’m not!” “…riiiighttt, so you aren’t mad i’m dating your friend?” you smirk, leaning against your shovel. “no, i’m not!”

“if you're mad at me, you can just come out and say it,” you pushed further, nudging him. “fine. i’m gay and i'm mad at you.”