Y/N POV

"God Y/N. Took you long enough." Thomas groaned as I walked into the map room. Minho was also in there, he was just used it to.

Just like she was.

"Oops." She mocked sarcastically. She set down her pack on the floor, before walking over to the table in the middle.

"Whatever. I don't even want to breath this air. Minho? You comin'?" Thomas asked, standing in the doorway.

Minho shook his head. "I'll be there in a couple minutes. Just- finishing up some touches."

Thomas nodded, leaving.

"Finally. I was not in the mood for him today." I sighed. Minho laughed.

"You really hate him, don't you?"

I thought about it.

"No. Not really, I guess. He just hates me." I shrugged, fiddling with the moss on the table to resemble the glade.

"He doesn't hate you." He eased, crossing his arms. I laughed.

"No, of course not. He just wishes I wasn't alive." I remarked. Minho rolled his eyes.

"No. He actually likes you. He's just too much of a shank to know how to show you." Minho explained.

"As if. Why would he treat me like this?" I reminded him. He sighed.

"Because he's shucking stupid. Also because obviously his nervous impulse is to tease you." He pointed out.

"Nervous impulse?" I restated.

"Uh- yes. If you haven't noticed, you make him over the top nervous. It's hilarious." Minho laughed. My eyes were wide.

Did Thomas like me?

"And- to make sure you know- he definitely doesn't wish you weren't born." He added, putting his attention back to his notes.

If Thomas likes me, I was going to ask him myself. But he wasn't just going to come talk to me. I needed a plan.

And to my luck, I had one.

"Hey Minho-" I got his attention. "Can you do me a favor?"

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Dinner was finally over. I've been pulling this acting thing all day. Acting sad, kind of keeping my self distant.

I quickly left dinner before anyone else, making a scene about it too. Slamming my plate down, rushing out, the whole ordeal.

I went to my hammock and forced some tears. Minho was supposed to make Thomas check up on me.

If he really did care, he'd talk to his crying crush.

I was getting annoyed now. It's been way too long to wait for some guy who hates me. What was Minho thinking?

That Thomas liked me?

As if. He hated me just as much as I knew he did.

Now I really was crying. Frustrated tears, mostly. But I just kept thinking to things he's said.

How I shouldn't have come up in the box.

That one usually hurts the most.

The snap of a stick scared me, causing me to look towards where it came from.

"Who's there?" I said, my voice scratchy.

"Y/N? Are you crying?" Thomas said, walking out from the dark. I sighed.

Just who I didn't want to see.

"Go away." I snapped, turning back around.

"Why are you crying?" He pursued, walking even closer now.

"None of your business." I said.

"Just tell me." He sighed, crouching down beside me.

"Fine. You. That's why. You happy now?" I spat. He looked surprised.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You don't get to be mean without consequences." I argued, wiping my eyes.

"I-I didn't-"

"You know, for a minute I though Minho was right. I thought you liked me, that you were just- stupidly- confused on how to show it. But I was right in the beginning. You really do hate me." I nodded to myself.

"Why though? What-what did I do to make you hate me so much?" I asked.

"I- I don't hate you." He sighed, looking down at his hands.

"What?" I cried, looking at him. He sighed in defeat.

"I actually- like you. I just really didn't want you to know so I thought if I didn't make it seem like I liked you that you wouldn't be suspicious, but I see that didn't work. Well, not the way I was hoping." He explained.

"Guess not." I sniffled.

There was a period of awkward silence between us. The kind of awkward silence that kind of makes you tense up every muscle, just so your body is prepared for what's next.

"Am I really the reason you were crying?" He asked, a definite look of sadness on his face.

"I mean- not one hundred percent you." I eased. He winced and looked away.

"I was never supposed to make you cry." He whispered to himself. I put my hand under his chin to lift his eyes to mine.

"It's ok. As long as- you still like me?" I asked.

He nodded, his eyes flickering between my eyes and the rest of my face.

"Can I kiss you?" He slightly asked, cautious. I smiled and nodded.

He instantly leaned in and put his lips to mine.

Our lips moved against each other liked they'd been doing it their entire lives. His lips were so easy and soft against mine, his hands moving to hold my lips closer.

If someone had told past-me that later today I'd be making out with Thomas, I woulda said to feed themselves to the grievers.

This was the only moment I could probably be happy about being wrong.
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A/N: im so sorry this is vv bad <3