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"But isn't that a good thing? I've always wanted to be a runner since I got here!"

Newt looked you straight in your eyes, and you saw the slightest bit of fear in his.

"You can't go into the maze. It's bloody dangerous, you're new, and..."

He paused for a moment, causing you to be curious.

"What?"

"I care about you."

You just stared at him, and you thought you could sense the slightest bit of regret as he looked away and started to hobble back to the homestead.

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That night, Newt ignored you for most of dinner, and didn't say goodnight like he used to. But Minho did, and even talked with you about Newt.

"I told you before, and I will say it again. He loves you, Y/N. More than I think you care to know, and that's pretty sad. I say you get your shuck self up and tell him you're sorry for not caring enough to listen."

You rolled your eyes.

"But I don't care. I don't think he loves me. He just sticks his nose where it doesn't belong. No one else cares that I'm a runner now. Only him. So he should calm down."

Now it was Minho's turn to roll his eyes.

"Okay, I tried. But I haven't forced you yet."

You frowned, worried about the devilish glint in his eyes as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the meeting hut.

"Why are we here?"

He ran back to the homestead and was gone for about a minute or two. When he returned he had hold of a squirming, exasperated Newt.

"Bloody hell, Minho! Why can't you let a person sleep for more than-"

He stopped short when he saw you.

"That's what this is about, isn't it?"

You watched as Newt walked closer, turning back to Minho every few seconds, as if asking permission for each two steps he took. He finally stopped when he was standing in front of you.

"Okay, fine, Minho, I'll say it. Y/N, I love you, okay? That's why I can't have you be a runner, because it's the one place where I can't be sure you'll be safe. I can go in the maze with you, but we'll be running separate. I obviously can look after you in the Glade. But the Maze? I don't want you to get hurt."

He looked down.

"I don't want you to get hurt. Please."

He said the last part softly, so you could barely make out what he said. But you heard it.

"I'm sorry, Newt. I should have at least heard you out. I'll try to be careful, and I promise I won't do anything stupid in the maze. I'll come back every day for dinner, and make sure to greet you with a big smile to tell you I'm fine."

Newt looked up with a smile you're sure you never saw on any Glader, let alone Newt.

"Oh! I almost forgot! I also kinda love you too. Forgot to mention that."

You felt his arms around you in an instant, and he was laughing. You retuned the hug immediately and smiled bigger than you have in the life you remembered here in the Glade. And of course, Minho laughed at the awkward hug.

But you didn't even care.