#yet i don’t feel bad assigning fire to minho

[smtown-tourist]

When you think it’ll be fun to make a post about which of the 5 elements each SHINee member represents but now you’re faced with the moral dilemma of who should represent Spirit

[joshuas]

kabedon !

♫ pairing: lee felix x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: fluff, crack, and established relationship au

♫ warnings: nil of note !

♫ word count: 1.2k

♫ prompt: “If you need an emergency extraction just text SOS and I’ll send armed backup” from this prompt list !

♫ a/n: a very very belated birthday present for @potato2earth ! sorry for the delay !!

♫ summary: after years of defeating felix at laser tag, you were convinced that you would win again this year. however, what you underestimated was his ✨power of seduction✨, taking a note from the bad boys of anime and manga

♫ taglist: @potato2earth @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa @geniejunn - send an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list !

"We dibs Y/N to be on our team!" Jisung pulled your arm, leading you over to his side of the room. Jeongin and Hyunjin high-fiving you as you joined them.

"Not fair, we wanted Y/N!" Your boyfriend, Felix, pouted.

“All is fair in love and war.” Hyunjin retorted, standing protectively in front of you.

“I don’t know why you guys think I’m such a valuable asset. I literally suck at laser tag.” You noted, peeking from behind Hyunjin.

“Y/N, you’re our ace. You basically win every video game we play. This shouldn’t be any different.” Jeongin noted.

“Uhh... yes it is? Highly different?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Alright guys, enough chitchat. They’ve just called us in to suit up and enter the room.” Chan clapped his hands, directing your attention to him, leading you to the game.

It had been a while since you had gone laser tagging. Well… a year but it was enough to make you feel rusty. Not rusty enough to doubt your abilities in defeating Felix, though. Felix and you had first met at a laser tag game around two years ago, and since then, the two of you had made it a tradition to go laser tagging. However, every time you went, you would always find some way to eliminate him, making him vow every time to defeat you... even if you were on the same team. To say you were worried that he would find some weird, obscure way to defeat you would be an understatement, but your undying faith in him failing was still strong. After all, he was yet to defeat you.

“Y/N! Stop standing there and come hide behind the barracks with us.” Jisung called out, snapping you out of your reverie.

Hyunjin elbowed him, whispering harshly, “Why would you yell that? Now the other team know our location!”

"Well it's not like Y/N was paying any attention to our whispers"?Jisung noted, looking pointedly at you.

“Guys, stop arguing. Hyunjin, I know you’re tempted to attempt friendly fire and shoot Jisung, but please refrain from that if you want any chance of winning. Jisung, find a new place to hide and we’ll follow.” You sighed, whispering your delegation.

“Adding onto that, we should probably talk strategy before we head out.” Hyunjin noted, beckoning Jeongin over to your now makeshift team huddle,

“Alright team, all of you will be assigned a person on the opposing team. Your job is to... not get killed? I’ll take Minho hyung, Jisung, you take Changbin hyung, Jeongin, you’ve got Seungmin and Y/N, your target is Felix. Since Chan hyung is just super athletic and impossible to beat in anything, whoever is still alive will take him.” Hyunjin delegated.

Placing your hands in, as you were about to chant your team name, you heard a very loud someone (cough cough, Felix) yell,

“If you need an emergency extraction just text SOS and I’ll send armed backup from base!”

“Wow, he’s taking his role as team leader seriously,” Jisung noted.

“I can’t believe Chan let him lead their team. You know how set he is to just defeat me.” You questioned.

“Well— not trying to be on the attack or anything... but you’re kinda only doing this to defeat Felix as well..” Jeongin rubbed his neck.

“Touché. But, it’d be even better if we win, so let’s do that!” You cheered, the others echoing you.

“Before you go, Jeongin, Jisung— I need to talk to you about... uh... your technique? Y/N, you’re perfect so you can just get into position.” Hyunjin dismissed you, shooing you away.

You looked at him oddly before walking away.

Okay...

You resolved yourself as you pressed your back against your hiding place, you carefully peeked out at the opposite side around the corner and watched as you saw the lights on the opposing team’s guns glint under the UV lighting,

Lee Felix, prepare for my victory for the third year in a row.

You ran triumphantly past Chan as he walked out of the game, hands up in defeat as his suit powered off from your shot. After the rest of your team had been eliminated almost instantly (including Hyunjin who fell on the floor dramatically after being shot by a cackling Minho, only to be dragged away by a sighing Jeongin) you had taken the lead in eliminating your opponents. Your impending victory was easy... almost too easy. However, there was still one person left to defeat — Felix.

You let out a heavy sigh, quickly clapping your mouth upon realisation of your mistake.

Stupid... you wanted to win, Y/N.

“Tired already?” A voice drawled out from behind you. You whipped around to see your boyfriend approaching you, his hands wrapped around the laser gun strapped to his chest.

“More like tired of your incompetence. It’s taken you this long to find me.” You retorted, crossing your arms.

As he approached you, you stepped back, further and further until your back was pressed against the wall, his arm above your head.

“I— w-why are you pretending to be some anime bad boy boyfriend or something?” You stuttered.

His gaze on you faltered for a second as he tried to prevent himself from laughing, with his other hand he tilted your chin up, leaning towards you, not long before brushing his lips over yours just briefly, leaving you shocked.

He smirked at your reaction, quickly pulling away as you grabbed his arm.

The next events happened in a blur. As soon as he had wrenched himself out of your grip, he had grabbed the laser gun strapped to his chest, quickly shooting you with a flash of light, before cackling as he ran away yelling incoherent victorious celebrations.

Reeling out of your from? shock you ran after Felix,

“Hey! You can’t just use my love for you like that. You know I’m weak for kabedon!”

“To quote Hyunjin, ‘all is fair in love and war.’”

“Just wait til we get home—“

“What was that? I love you, Y/N.”

“Ugh. I’m so going to beat you next year!”

[monscastle]

"you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know."

he choked, the only thought in his mind being 'no wonder this tastes familiar.'

pairing ; lee felix x gn! reader

for ; @writearctic 's chronicles!!

genre ; angst & fluff

warnings ; mild cursing, smoking

words ; 1.6k

author's note ; not today! just enjoy and feel free to give feedback!! sorry for any mistakes!! 

"hey, let's go eat." chan smiled while pressing up against the other australian.

felix hummed, not really listening as he gripped the remote in his hands and flickered the buttons with his thumbs. "where?"

"uh, that one restaurant that's like, thirty minutes away from here-"

felix glanced a glare at chan before turning back to the screen of the tv. "any reason?"

"they have a special." chan then proceeded to put he flyer in front of felix's line of sight, making the younger grunt.

felix paused his game, sighing and glaring at his friend. "alright, fine. but you're paying." 

chan grinned, "fine by me. get dressed and look decent, don't pull a jisung." 

"...i'm right here." 

______

"hello! table for three?" the host asked as soon as they walked inside. 

chan nodded, following the host with his two friends. as soon as they sat down they were handed menu's. 

"would you like to order drinks right now or when you order your food?" 

felix scanned the options, not seeing the special that chan had mentioned. he was gonna question the older until said man asked the host about it. 

"uh, i saw that y'all have a special on a flyer…" 

"oh! yes we do! we got the word out this morning, that's why it's still not on the menu. the special lasts until next friday. would you like to order that?"

"do you guys want it?" chan turned to them. 

"what's the special?" jisung rose a brow. 

the host smiled, "fettuccine alfredo pasta." 

felix hummed, thinking about it. "yeah i'd like that."

"me too." 

chan nodded, turning to the host who took out a notepad and pen. although she wasn't a waiter, she could take down orders and hand them over to the cooks. 

"great. any drinks?" she asked while tapping her notepad with the tip of the pen.

jisung nodded, "peach tea for me." 

"i'll take lemonade." 

"sprite if you have that." 

she nodded and scribbled it down before repeating their order to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. once everything was confirmed and settled,  she excused herself to order their assigned waiter to fetch their drinks. 

jisung followed her trail until she opened the kitchen doors, noticing something- more like someone, for a split second. 

"well, while we wait, let's catch up." chan sighed while staring at his friends.

"on what?" jisung asked while turning to him. 

the older thought for a second before shrugging, "i don't know, what have you guys been up to lately?"

felix propped his elbow on the table,  resting his chin on his palm. "nothing, i'm enjoying my break to the fullest."

"by being locked up and playing video games?" chan rose a brow, obviously disappointed. 

"at least he's doing something, i've been sleeping most of the time." 

"he only gets up when he needs to pee or eat." felix chuckled. 

chan frowned, "that explains a lot…" 

"anyway, what about you? changbin-hyung told me someone had the hots for you and vice versa." 

the older sputtered, "th-that's not true. and maybe it's just a new friend." 

jisung and felix rose a brow, sharing a glance before sighing. they had the habit of being synchronized without wanting to, which many found scary and or amusing. 

"you're bad at lying, you know that?" jisung chuckled, glancing at the kitchen doors that opened as a waiter came out with a tray with drinks. he smirked at his confirmation,  it's been a while since he's been this entertained. 

chan blushed, avoiding eye contact. "i know…" 

felix laughed, jisung was known for reading others. changbin was known for it too, and it was always funny when someone got exposed or confronted. 

the waiter walked up to them, placing down their drinks. "your food is ready and i'll bring it right now, i'm sorry the sudden delay in your drinks, we had a minor...issue." 

"no it's fine! thank you!" chan smiled as he took his drink and sipped from it. 

jisung stared at the kitchen doors, once they were opened he tried to find the familiar face, and he smirked to himself when he saw it. he wasn't going to say anything yet, he liked waiting it out. 

"so, who is it?" felix jabbed at chan, wanting answers.

"i- you don't know him, he's not in your major." chan nibbled at the straw. 

"and? i still wanna know." 

"it's probably someone older than him, maybe by a year? let me guess, he's also studying music production? and you met him in the cafeteria." jisung smiled when chan choked. 

felix stared at his roomate in awe, "holy fuck." 

chan gasped, staring at jisung with wide eyes. "you scare me. you're hanging out with minho aren't you?" 

"sure." 

"what do you mean sure-" 

felix grinned, "so he's right?" 

"...yeah… i'm amazed you even guessed the gender…" chan pouted, gnawing at the straw again. 

"thank you, i try." jisung sipped from his drink as the waiter returned with their food. once the waiter left he spoke again, "what's his name?" 

"why are you asking?" 

"cus it's about time you had a love life." felix rolled his eyes,  "you barely get sleep, and now you have the hots for someone? you need to go out and live a little. " 

chan scoffed, the tips of his ears still red. "yeah, look who's talking. you're probably staying inside the dorms and not going out cus you're still upset about the y/n situation." 

jisung gaped, amazed chan could strike like that. "not wrong-" 

felix growled, "y/n has nothing to do with how i'm spending my break. we broke up, that's it. nothing more nothing less to it. no hard feelings." he frowned and stuffed his mouth with some pasta, the taste making him pause and ponder.

jisung stared at the young australian, "you're still eating out of y/n's hands you know." 

and he choked, the only thought in his mind being  'no wonder this tastes familiar.' 

chan gave felix's back a few pats, " jisung stop joking around." 

said male frowned, "i'm not. y/n's in the kitchen, pretty sure y/n is the one who cooked the food." 

felix heaved, "it...does taste familiar…

"and to think you were over y/n.." 

"i am!" 

"are not, but we'll talk about this later. chan, you never told me the guys name-" 

"yah! i'm not telling." 

________ 

"you're not going back with us?" jisung asked as they exited the restaurant.  

the fact y/n was one of the chefs was forgotten once they went back to chan's possible love life topic. felix didn't really think anything of it until they got up to leave. 

"no i wanna check out that store. i'll go back on the bus." felix waved them off. 

chan frowned, "sure, ok… call if you need anything." 

"will do." 

jisung rolled his eyes, following chan to the older's car for the ride home. felix walked inside the store that was across the restaurant they had eaten at, he looked around, heart racing. 

he saw a small penguin plushie, smiling at it's fluffiness once he grabbed it. he made sure he had money before going to the register, paying and walking out. just as he did, he glanced at the restaurant and saw you. 

you stood there, lighting up a cigarette. when you glanced at him, you froze, both of you did. 

felix gripped the bag in his hand. it's been a month since the two of you broke up, quite a small amount of time considering everything. 

the reason the two of you ended things was no mystery to eithers friend group. you had suddenly gotten distant, claiming to focus on exams, which wasn't a lie. felix grew upset with the absence of you, and whenever he tried to reach out, you sounded uninterested.  

and it wasn't that you weren't,  you were just going through things. felix took it the wrong way, and the tip of the iceberg was when he saw you all touchy with someone else at a party you had said you wouldn't attend. 

instead of facing you, he played fire with fire. 

"hi…" your voice was soft, and you stared across from you, not wanting to face him. 

"hi." felix now stood next to you, staring across the street as well. 

there was a silence, and felix then glanced at the puff of smoke you let out. he was questioning himself, maybe he should go and wait for the last bus. maybe he should have gone back home with his friends. maybe-

"i'm sorry." 

felix snapped his head towards you, staring at you like a lost puppy. you were still facing across the street, cigarette in hand. 

"i'm sorry i didn't face you like i should have. i'm sorry i didn't talk things through with you… i really have no justifications for anything i did. maybe i was just confused, we were both just trying to pass our classes..you were just trying to make our relationship work… and i...i… " 

"you gave up." felix finished your sentence, now staring at the bag in his hands. 

you finally turned to look at him, "no... i got bored of trying. i got bored of us. of you."

each word made felix stagger, and you took a second to grab his hand, holding it gently. he blushed, staring down at your hand on his. 

"but i didn't want to let go of you." 

he swallowed, "then why did you…" 

"that's…a good question." you let go of his hand, and he was quick to take it again. 

"i'm sorry too. i think...we lacked communication." 

you smiled a bit, taking the cigarette in your mouth again.  "obviously...”

felix squeezed you hand, “do you think...we could try again?”

“you don’t hate me?”

he shook his head, “we were both at fault, do you hate me?”

“no....”

“so...wanna start from zero?”

you sighed, the puff of smoke intoxicating his nostrils. you didn’t pick up on smoking until after the two of you broke up, “yeah...i’d like that.”

“me too...and...jisung said you cooked our food, that true?”

“felix, i have no idea who comes into the restaurant. i just do my job.” you laughed softly, shaking your head, “but i’m the only cook today, so yeah, i guess i did. you enjoy it?”

he nodded, “i always enjoyed your food, still do.”

you tugged at his hand, “want a ride home?”

“yeah...”

[rknak]

                  *·—————   𝕄𝔾𝔸 SEASON 5 !!

                                                            ( TRIOS ROUND )                                       feat. LEE CHAERYEONG and PARK WOOJIN                                                     — @rkchaeryeong & @rkpwj                                                            ♡   FIRE TRUCK   ♡

she doesn’t end up in the top 3 this time but it’s what she expected. her partner left much to desire this time around so nakyung could only pray they wouldn’t end up in the bottom end which meant sending both of them home. that’d be extremely embarrassing and a level of humiliation the girl wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle. had her been eliminated that day, it’d mean the win last episode was solely minho’s, but she proved them wrong. she was just as much part of that duo as he was.

sitting now between chaeryeong and woojin put her in a weird spot. they’d eliminate the weakest member between the worst ranking trios and she isn’t too sure where she’s standing. chaeryeong had already been repeatedly complimented for her skills by the judges themselves, and even nakyung was aired leaving good comments for woojin’s performances. she’d really rather not risk it. they better all work hard and stay safe instead of playing to figure out who the judges already got tired of.

from way before she even joined the show, nakyung had ideas she’d like to use for different situations. none of them quite fit this situation. they didn’t really have a main vocalist so any idea that required a bit more power had to be thrown away. all of her girlish fantasies were also turn into dust due to woojin being the third name called. there was no time to be upset, however. they were all dancers and that meant they could easily grab attention if they wanted to. part of the results came with voting, and maybe they could even charm some of the judges too along the way.

chaeryeong is the one who suggests the song, and while at first, the other two weren’t too sure about it, it’s what they agreed on. it was already originally under three minutes so they didn’t need to cut it and not only did it have a good amount of rap for chaeryeong to show off, the dance was intense enough for all of them to keep up with and make a good show out of it. nakyung had barely shown any rap on the previous episode, but she was assigned some more proper ones this week. it was still the ones done by the members who don’t normally rap so she should be able to keep it up.

with a song titled ‘fire truck,’ their group name came easily: firefighters. their catchphrase: we’ll burn the stage. no one seemed to see what was wrong with it until a few minutes later when they realize firefighters normally put out the fires. the three still decided to keep it. maybe it’d be a bit funny.

it still pisses her off that, out of all the five companies, they had landed on royal grounds. nakyung had always been very vocal about her dislike towards the company on her stan account and if the staff didn’t know about it then it was probably a good sign. she just couldn’t stand the fact that luxe could possibly be under the same roof as her but somewhere higher, probably. her only wish was that they’d change things around like last year and nakyung’s presence there would only be limited to a week.

she wasn't quite sure what to feel when it came to sharing a room until the two groups were put up to the test. it had all started nicely with them simply introducing each other and being friendly. it's what she would have expected of people who knew there were cameras around them. it's only when they all have their songs chosen that it really becomes trouble. gone were the memories of offering each other snacks with a proper smile on their face.

the other group's song is about just as loud as theirs and that means the air gets messy if they're both playing at the same time. from what she saw on tv, or from her impressions of him on the set, suwoong wasn't a bad guy. maybe a bit too loud but it was doing him good in terms of popularity so nakyung wasn't going to be the one to stop him. yet, with the two together in a room, things became difficult. when he turned up his song, nakyung was the one who turned theirs even louder. she should be able to listen to her own song while practicing, right?

it pisses her off by the second time he does it and the pissed off look on her face that she'd normally try not showing to the public could be more easily seen. it was different going prepared for a day of filming and being provoked in the middle of practice. suwoong should have known better, too. even with her young age, nakyung wasn't surprised by the immaturity of certain boys. when he offers some help she still smiles, thankful, and listens to his words. it's probably the same situation to him, that is all on the surface.

it's more refreshing to go out with her own teammates. it's easier to get to know two other people she had to work together with than adding three others nakyung shouldn't really bother about until further notice. she's the one who suggests going out for shopping. she is a girl of fashion and it never really got brought up before apart from her coat-throwing tendencies (thank you suwoong?) so she wants to make sure at least her teammates know about it and hop along. woojin doesn't look as interest as the girls, but it's cool of him to go anyway.

she helps them choose outfits that match both the concept and each other. some of the official clothes worn by the artists were a bit doubtful so she believes she played it safe and perhaps even a bit cooler than some stage outfits out there. they decide to stop for food after and it's the one time they can actually talk about something that isn't practice-related. the three don't know each other well enough to talk about fears and regrets, but anything new is refreshing to her, at least. from funny stories of their past to interesting facts that came up to mind, they made themselves comfortable. returning to the practice room, the air felt much more clear and practicing each movement didn't feel as hard anymore. for someone stubborn like her, asking for help here and there didn't come as that much of a challenge either.

                 *·—————

they're told to sit side by side as they did with duos before. this time they're second to last and she's unsure if that's good or not. since their song has such a strong presence it could actually be good to stick to the judges' minds. maybe it'd even make the following group sound worse by comparison.

with each episode having fewer performances nakyung is bound to pay more attention to them. there are only three episodes left with this one included which meant surviving this round they went straight to the semi-finals. anyone in that room could be serious competition and she isn't ready to lose quite yet. she had won one challenge already so all that was left to do was go for the big prize.

when they call their name, the three contestants make their way to the center of the stage which is slightly modified but not too much. the greeting they decided on may not make too much sense, but hopefully, they could manage to get some attention with it. "we'll burn the stage! hello, we are the firefighters!" nakyung bows to the judges in front of them who always look so damn serious. she wonders if they'll have a stronger eye on her due to her using a few of their songs last week, which means she also hopes she'll do better this time around an make them proud.

they take their initial positions with their back to the front of the stage. they had planned a strong start and nakyung is ready to deliver it.

GET IT LIFTED!

they all shout in unison, showing only the first of their cards. it gives them power right at the start, and if their obnoxious of a song wouldn’t be enough to grab some attention then maybe this could make some sleepy eyes focus.

chaeryeong is the first to start as their main rapper. this is one of the parts she had practiced the most to perfect. while the other girl is busy being the center of the stage, nakyung and woojin need to work on the floor. if she did anything loosely then it’d be much more visible than just messing up a hand movement. while it is complex, it’s also at the very start. she’s well-rested and her moves come out clean before it’s her time to take over.

Don’t try to get out of it I don’t like lukewarm moods, no thanks My back seat is shaking, getting hot After I burn it up, we get lit

due to the nature of the song, she’s given rap portions. she doesn’t mind it, personally. if anything, it could only help her image. from a cute girl maybe nakyung could finally get some points towards her versatility which is something she had already shown up to this stage and she wants to keep on showing it until the end of the show if they let her. thankfully, the girl already comes equipped with cocky expressions in her portfolio. she doesn’t want no lukewarm moods that the previous performances had put on the set. instead, she’ll make sure this performance will be her best so far.

woojin had shown no problem having fewer lines, so the ones that classified as singing were all given to him. nakyung and chaeryeong stay in position and deliver strong movements to accompany his part. she had worked hard for this. the last thing she wanted was for her to disappear in this performance instead of showing what she really got. maybe her teammates were all great performances but she was one too.

the chorus of the song is a dance break. none of them could really do what the original artist could, so that meant they were all a little bit modified to fit their set of skills. she thinks it’s for the better. they got to show something that they can do other than failing at following the original. just like the start of the song had gone, chaeryeong starts by rapping her part before nakyung hops in.

Just hold up If you keep pushing, you’ll get hurt, get higher It’s hot as a rocket This place is about to explode in 10 seconds

she walks forward swiftly, taking on the front and center of the stage. nakyung follows the movements precisely which are mainly making sure her arms are at the correct angle before stepping to the side. the format of the song remains the same, but she thinks it always feels a little bit different. the chorus by itself already brings something new to the table. it’s longer and with a new vocal line on top of it. even if by now she should be feeling some level of tired—maybe from the constant spotlight against the top of their heads—she keeps on going with the intenseness she had started with. it’s probably the adrenaline.

the song slows down only briefly to accommodate the bridge. the girls dance behind woojin to allow him getting the proper attention. it’s right after it that comes the final dance break, but, just like they had done for others, things changed a little bit from the original.

DANCE MY PARTY PEOPLE!

they scream together once again, leading towards the final portion.

the trio split the end into three parts and distributed it between the three of them. since they were all dancers, each got to choreograph their own solo dance performance at the end of the song. although nakyung had never really thought of choreographing things herself before the start of this show, her partnership with minho during the first round of duos really gave her the confidence to do it, and she’s glad she gets to do it again.

when they’re each done with their part, they repeat the final movement of the original song, lowering themselves to the sudden silence of what was once loud music. she holds her position until one of her teammates decides to move and thanks the judges before returning to her seat. nakyung’s really proud of what they got to do and she honestly believes they won’t go to the bottom. she’d get to shine again, she’s sure of it.

[coolestqcumber]

Through the Viewfinder (Jisung - Stray Kids)

Word Count: Apprx. 2.4k

Summary: “Through the viewfinder, I found you” : The Story of How I Fell In Love Through 10 Pictures

Inspired by the AO3 Changlix Fic “Falling: a photo essay by Lee Felix” (guys read this it is so beautiful I love it)

Photo #1 - Annoying

 “Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” you beg your friend. You literally have your palms pressed together in prayer and Jisung still refuses your request. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Didn’t your professor assign this project a month ago? I would’ve thought that Ms. Photography-Goddess would’ve been halfway done with it already. Yet here you are, wanting me to model for something that’s due tomorrow.”

 You pout, “I was halfway done! But the project states that our muse has to be consistent throughout the entire semester. And I used my ex as my muse and I would rather throw myself off the clock tower rather than ever talk to him again.” Jisung’s annoyed expression softened. He knew you had a rough split with your boyfriend a few days ago. But his still didn’t agree. You let out an exasperated sigh and whipped your camera out of your bag. “Look! You don’t even have to do anything!” You peek through the viewfinder and adjust the focus before holding down the shutter button, lens clicking furiously.

 You only stopped snapping pictures after the peeved library assistant, Minho, threatened to throw you out if you made anymore noise with your camera. Letting out a content hum, you scrolled through the shots you had taken. You grinned and selected a few pictures of your best friend reading his books with a disgruntled look on his face. His expression suggested he was clearly not amused by you choosing him as the subject of your photos.

Photo #2 - Immature

 You stick your elbows out, trying to keep your camera steady in the jostling crowd. Jisung and a couple of his friends were having a show a few streets away from the university and you wanted to seize the opportunity to get some more shots for your photo assignment.

 Jisung had always been a hyper kid and he bounced around constantly to the rhythm of his rap. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem for you. However, combined with the swarms of fangirls shoving around from all sides, most of your pictures came out blurred and unusable.

 You tsked irritably as you sorted through the pictures you had taken earlier that day. “I just don’t get it,” you seethed as you deleted another photo from your camera roll. Jisung peeled his attention away from his snacks and asked, “Get what?” Another picture deleted. “How you have so many girls thirsting after your dumb a$$.”

 Jisung looked offended. “I will have you know that while I may be a dumba$$, my a$$ is a cute a$$.” Your eyes took a roll. “Oh! I finally found one that wasn’t ruined!” you exclaimed excitedly. Then you scowled down at the high-def picture of your best friend dabbing and groaned. “Han Jisung, you are something else.” The idiot had the nerve to look proud and reply, “Thank you.”

Photo #3 - The Fool

 Finals were coming up so you and Jisung were in the library again. The two of you studied for exactly 10 minutes before starting to goof off. However, it all went downhill when one of the paper airplanes you were tossing at one another sailed off course and onto the desk of one very miffed library assistant. And Minho was now in the process of chewing out Jisung.

 Jisung looked like a kicked puppy. And even though he was taller than Minho, the fire burning in the assistant’s eyes made him slouch over in attempts to make himself a smaller target. You giggled quietly and slipped your camera out. Click.

 Uh oh. Now Minho’s furious glare was now directed towards you. You smiled sheepishly and shoved your all things into your bag before high-tailing out of there, leaving Jisung to take Minho’s wrath. (That guy was seriously scary.)

Photo #4 - Hot Model

 Finals were finally over. Jisung had pulled an all-nighter cramming for his physics test and was now knocked out on your bed. You wrinkled your nose at the sight of him drooling, but didn’t wake him. He just looked so innocent slumbering through the day. His face was clear of blemishes and worry. There was no loud exclamations coming from his mouth. And (dare you say it?) he almost looked cute.

 You smiled softly and the camera was in your hands before you knew it. The shutter clicked a few times before you set the device back down. While it wasn’t the most attractive photo you could’ve taken of him, it captured the purity of Jisung’s character. There was something about the way his hair was carelessly being crushed into the pillow, the way his hands curled to his chest in a childlike manner, and the way his full lips slightly drooped open that made the picture captivating.

 Using your thumb, you gently wiped the saliva from the corner of your best friend’s mouth. You grimaced at the wet sensation and wiped your hand on Jisung’s shirt. Jisung let out a breathy exhale and flopped about in his sleep. You fought the laughter bubbling in your throat. He did look really cute.

Photo #5 - Butterflies

 “Too candid? What does that even mean? How can a picture possibly be ‘too candid’?” You practically screamed the last few words at the TA and he winced. You almost felt bad for Woojin. You were quite scary when you got angry. “All the pictures you’re taking are in places and situations your muse would normally be in. If you want to add more variety to your photos, you need to put your muse in an unusual setting. Perhaps something with more color.”

 You sighed and nodded in agreement. All the pictures you’d taken so far were pretty drab. Woojin patted your shoulder awkwardly, “Don’t take it the wrong way. You’re a very talented in photographer. But you have a lot of potential for growth, so try challenging yourself. Yeah?” You gripped the strap of your camera bag. “Yeah.”

 Which is how you ended up surrounded by massive flowers at the local botanical garden. You tried not to panic as another bee buzzed by your ear. “Y/N! Look!” Jisung whisper shouted. There was a butterfly resting on the center of his palm, lazily fanning its wings open and shut. Jisung’s eyes were wide with wonderment and he was grinning like a little kid.

 This was the picture you were looking for. You pressed your eye up to the viewfinder and snapped away. When the butterfly finally grew tired of Jisung’s staring, you captured the look of awe on your best friend’s face as his eyes followed the butterfly’s flight up up up into the open sky.

 Then, he turned his attention to you. Jisung’s eyes met yours and suddenly you thought you were seeing a different kind of butterfly. Or rather feeling it.

Photo #6 - Chance

 You were trying to teach Jisung how to play a card game. He was looking quizzically at his cards, contemplating which one to use. His brows were furrowed and his lips were in the most adorable pout which disturbed the butterfly that had taken up residence in your stomach since the day in the garden, causing it to flutter about.

 Unconsciously, your fingers found their familiar grip around your camera. Jisung noticed you lifting your camera up to eye level and his expression quickly morphed into a flirtatious one. You were about to complain how he ruined the candid shot when you saw the picture you had taken. One of Jisung’s eyebrows was lifted and his eyes twinkled suggestively. The cards held in his hands were fanned out and covering the bottom half of his face. But you could somehow still tell he was smirking. It made him look more mature. And it made the lone butterfly explode into a cloud of butterflies.

Photo #7 - Change

 You went to another one of Jisung’s street corner performances. This time you brought a tripod and he rapped while staring intensely into your camera lense. This Jisung brought a fiercer tone to the image captured. His eyes burned with a fiery passion and you could almost feel the powerful rhythm of his rap just by looking at the picture.

 You pulled your cap lower over your eyes, trying to shield yourself from the jealous glares of the fangirls surrounding you. Some of them had brought cameras too, but Jisung only paid attention to yours. “Why you?” a girl asked. She was wearing a skirt which was insanely short for the chilly fall weather and you briefly wondered if she ever worried about flashing the public whenever the wind blew. Her eyes raked down your figure, filled with judgement. “Um, I’m just a friend who takes pictures for his social media.” You made up lamely, not in the mood for a lengthy explanation.

  Later, you were nervously running your fingers up and down the strap of your bag as Woojin silently evaluated your new pictures. “Looks like you tried some new concepts.” Your fingers twisted the strap violently. “And…” Woojin smiled softly, “And it totally worked out for you. The professor will be proud.” The TA turned his attention back to the pictures splayed out on the desk and hummed thoughtfully. “So what do you think?” you asked, relaxing visibly. “About what?” You shrugged, “About the subject? The project is supposed to tell a story. What story are my pictures telling you?” Woojin rubbed his chin.

 The TA didn’t answer directly at first. He placed the two pictures you had taken on Jisung during his street performance (one of him dabbing and the other of him rapping). “Do you sense a shift between these pictures? It’s almost as if the photographer is viewing her muse from a different perspective,” Woojin said carefully. Your brow furrowed as you analyzed the pictures with your eyes. The first one felt more casual while the other was definitely more intimate. “So…” you pressed. “You’re totally whipped,” Woojin deadpanned and your heart missed a beat. You pursed your lips. “Maybe I am.”

Photo #8 - Flower Boy

 “Flowers? Again?” Jisung whines as you push him down to lay on the grass. “Yes, I want to try experimenting with some photoshop elements this time. And I think flowers would make a pretty good theme.” You pull out container of flower clippings from your bag and dump it unceremoniously over his face, causing him to groan in protest under the mound of blossoms.

 You laugh and sweep most of flowers off, revealing his pouty expression underneath. Colorful petals dot Jisung’s hair and your breath catches in your throat because he is just so damn beautiful. “Okay, now close your eyes. And try to make it seem like you’re having a good dream.” Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut and a the faintest smile graced his face.

 You blinked several times and reminded yourself that you were here to take pictures for your assignment, not to indulge yourself in your best friend’s good looks. You cleared your throat and peered through the viewfinder.

  After editing the picture you had taken, you sought out the TA again. “Dang girl, you’re getting insanely good,” Woojin complimented as his eyes scanned the photo. The grass in the background of the original picture had turned out to be a bad choice due to the school’s lack of proper lawn care. You decided to turn the background into water, making it seem like Jisung was floating in a bath of flowers. You beamed at the TA’s praise as you did spend a lot of time creating the final product.

 “So what’s the deal? You two together yet?” Woojin asked, handing the picture back to you. You gingerly slid the photo into a folder, “No. I mean I don’t know if we’ll ever be ‘together’. He’s my best friend and I wouldn’t want to lose him just because of a stupid crush.”

 Woojin chuckled, “Do you know why I love photography so much?” You tilted your head in curiosity. “It gives me that opportunity to turn something others see as plain into something awe-inspiring. You’re literally creating beauty.” Woojin crossed his arms and leaned comfortably on the desk, his eyes smiled. “Won’t you give yourself the opportunity to create something beautiful?” You knew he wasn’t talking about your photographs.

Photo #9 - Handsome

 You have never wanted to hit a person so bad before. “I am NOT wearing makeup!” Jisung screeched, dancing out of your grasp. “I am a man! Men don’t wear makeup!” You finally managed to get a firm grasp on his shirt and wrestled him into a sitting position. “Says the guy who spends 15 minutes putting BB cream on every morning.”

 Jisung went still with shock. “Minho, that traitor. He said he wouldn’t tell.” You shrugged and picked up your makeup brush. Jisung narrowed his eyes, “And since when have you gotten so buddy-buddy with that library nerd?” You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to make some smart retort when you caught his expression. His tone was playful, but his demeanor seemed a bit deflated. Was he...jealous?

 You turned to set your brush back down in order to hide the smirk on your face. “If you’re gonna be all prissy about it, I guess you don’t have to do makeup. But this time I’m focusing on emotion and I wanted a bashful vibe, so you need to find a way to blush naturally.” Jisung tapped his fingers rhythmically against his legs, thinking hard of solutions that didn’t result in him having to sacrifice his dignity.

 “You’re hot,” you suddenly blurted out. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt yourself freezing up with utter mortification. This was probably not what Woojin has described. In fact, it was the exact opposite. This wasn’t beautiful. This was ugly, and it was going to end ugly with lots of ugly tears.

 But the effect your blunt statement had on Jisung was immediate. His gaze automatically dropped down to his lap, refusing to let you see how embarrassingly pleased your words made him feel. Pink spread across his cheeks like paint being smeared across a white canvas. You gulped and your camera flashed.

 When you were done, Jisung asked to see the photos you had taken which surprised you because he was never interested in looking at the pictures before. You crossed the room to where he was sitting. His arms snaked around your waist and pulled you down to sit on his lap. Jisung nestled his chin on your shoulder, peering over at the image on the camera screen. It was your turn to blush.

Photo #10 - Together

 A simple picture of intertwined hands.

It’s been a while since I’ve done a long one. I always start them but then taper off because the ideas just start drying up. Such a shame. I literally have drafts I started writing 3 years ago that just sit there.

[barcaavengers]

New Beginning || Newt Imagine

Note: Hello! Hello! With all the theories and feels I got from watching The Death Cure I got some strong muse to write an imagine about it. I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings! The Death Cure Spoilers. I don't remember the exact dialogue so I tried my best to make it match. Same with the scene sequences. Death mentions. Angst. Cranks…

”There has to be another way” Thomas says as he shakes his head. Gally had suggested that their way inside the Last City, was Teresa. You rest your body on your forearms on the table between Jorge and Minho.

”Its the only way” Gally assures him.

”What is it? You are afraid to see her?” Newt asks and you eye him.

”Its not that…”

”Do you still care for her? You are in love with her?” Newt was face to face to Thomas now, backing him against the wall.

”Newt, I-”

”Don't lie to me!” Newt pushes Thomas against the wall, hands on his jacket. He was being aggressive, and you have never really seen Newt like this after all these months. Everyone was looking at Newt and he backed down. “Sorry...Sorry, Tommy…” he says his brown eyes looking around the room to the others before walking outside.

Your gaze follows him until you don't see him anymore. You bite your lip, hesitating before looking at the others, “I'll go with him…” you mutter before darting out.

You find him sitting at the edge of the building on the roof. His back was to you, his head down as he fidgeted with his fingers. You approach him quietly, and he looks over his shoulder as you reach him and sit besides him. Both of you stay silent for a moment, and then he is the first to speak.

”Sorry about that” he says as he looks away from you. “Haven't been feeling like myself lately” he admits.

”I don't think any of us have” you agree. “Who would've thought we'd be out here, running from WCKD yet wanting to go back to get Minho...Shooting weapons, I mean” you scoff.

”Yeah” he chuckles weakly.

”Newt” you scoot closer and he eyes you. His eyes...they were distant. “Something is wrong…”

”The whole world is burned down, we are surrounded and attacked by Cranks constantly, Minho is with WCKD and we are trying to break in, nice observation.”

”No. I don't mean...Yeah, that too” you pause. “But I mean you. It's not like you to snap like you did back there.”

He frowns softly and looks to the ground, the one several feet underneath you. He seems to take some air before he speaks, “You know me too well, Y/N” he scoffs, an attempt for a chuckle maybe? “I guess I can't hide it from you…”

”Hide wha-?” He rolls up his sleeve and you see it. The dark veins, dark blue, taking over his arm. You gasp, eyes widen. “No. No…” you say and he rolls down his sleeve again.

”I'll tell, Tommy…”

”When were you going to tell me!?” You ask, upset that he didn't tell you first. Upset this was happening to someone like him!

”I thought it wouldn't make a difference” he shrugs.

”Newt...For shucks sake, of course it does! Newt, we can do something about it and get you what you need!”

”Yeah, everything is inside of WCKD” he remembers you and you frown. “It doesn't matter, what matters is to get Minho back…”

”Newt, come on. Don't be like this, don't give up like that. We can find the way” you say to him.

”We care about me after we get Minho, alright? Right now, what matters is him” he says, and the tone of determination he used only assured you that there was no way you could fight back about it.

”Okay…” you say softly, and then hear footsteps behind you. A look over your shoulder and you spot Thomas. “I'll leave you two be” you say and scoot back from the edge before standing up. Hues give Newt a last glance before they meet Thomas, and you hope your eyes don't tell up on the current pain you felt by knowing that Newt could soon turn into one of them. Soon turn into a Crank. You nod your head at Thomas before walking back inside with the others.

”Where are they?!” Gally called from his WCKD uniform, gun ready to fire. You were inside of the Last City, more specific, around the WCKD compound while Thomas and Newt got Teresa to help them inside to get to Minho.

You look around the area, notice you are getting surrounded by other soldiers. You look up at the building that belonged to WCKD headquarters and see something being thrown out the window. Your eyes squint and you notice three figures. “It has to be them! Up there!”

Gally looks up, “What are they doing!?”

The shadows move back before you see them running and jumping out the window. “Shit!” You scream, muffled by the helmet that covered your face. You rush over, following the other soldiers and you see their heads popping out of the water looking for breath. They come out of the water but before any of you can say anything, you hear Gally speaking, asking them to put their hands in the air and to get on their knees. You keep your launcher pointing at them, and when Gally finishes, you both turn the other way and shoot the other soldiers, electricity visible through their uniforms as it struck them.

Gally takes off his mask and you pull yours up. “You guys are nuts” he says and you smirk.

”Gally?” Minho asks as his eyes widen at the sight of the guy.

”Minho” Gally gives him a nod. “We have to get out of here. Let's go.” And he is on the move.

”Y/N” Minho says and you smile widely at him.

”Good to see you alive, shank” you say and he chuckles and pulls you close to him in a hug. Then, you are all running.

You stay behind as you notice Newt slowing down and coughing, as he trips, you quickly reach for his arm to hold him up. “No. No. Newt get up.” You say quickly and the guys stop to look behind them.

”Go on without me.” Newt said before coughing, this time black blood.

”Shut up and get up. We can make it.” You say as you throw his arm over your shoulder.

”I'm sorry…” he apologizes and you shake your head.

”Just stay with me. Please” you didn't even want to think of the consequences that were about to come if you didn't hurry.

”We got him. Cover us from behind.” Thomas says as he and Minho reach for Newt. You recharge your gun before you are on the move again. You all try to run as fast as you could, hearing explosions from all sides making you all stop and duck.

”Get down! Get down!” Gally shouts and all of you slide on the floor behind a small wall on the pavement. You are all trying to catch your breaths.

”What- What are they waiting for?” Thomas asks and just on cue, there is an explosion right behind you and people coming forward against the guards.

Minho shields you with his body while you try to shield Newt. Your eyes linger on his neck and you notice his veins...The veins you traced back in the glade while you fell asleep in his arms, were now a dark blue and popping out. Others were black, making it obvious he had the flare.

”Not so pretty now, huh?” He asks and your eyes look to his eyes, slowly becoming bloodshot, brown eyes darker by the red taking over.

”Shut your hole” you say as you look around, trying to find an exit from the chaos surrounding you. Then you turn back to him as he coughs. Your eyes look at Thomas, then Minho and Gally and your gaze softens. All of you knew it, dreaded this moment. You maybe had an hour left, being optimistic, to get the serum. There wasn't much time left for Newt, and you could feel your eyes watering.

”We gotta move” Thomas says and you nod your head, and almost wince when Newt coughs again.

Minho and Thomas pick him up and you start running again, trying to go unnoticed through the multitude of civilians and the soldiers. You all duck again as an explosion takes place right behind you. As you all do, Newt’s body goes completely limp as he coughs more blood.

”Stay with me buddy, we are almost there” Thomas assures him as he places him down, resting his back on another wall.

”Go on without me” he says, you notice his eyes are more bloodshot than a few minutes ago. It was getting worse than you thought, the virus was consuming him faster and there wasn't much you could do about it.

”No. We are almost there. Stay with us.” Thomas exchanges a glance with Minho and you shake your head.

”You don't have a say in this, shank. We can make it. We are gonna make it” You assure him. If you hadn't broken down yet, you almost certainly did when he reached for your hand, a tight reassuring squeeze.

”It's okay.” He looks at you and smiles, and even with the bloodshot eyes, the veins taking over his delicate, angelic features, and the blood on his lips, you could only see the boy that you liked. The one who showed you around the glade throughout the chaos that was going on because the box wouldn't go down, again, after you. You had been Plan B in case Teresa did not woke up, because she took too long to do so.

”Stay with me, okay? We still have that talk on hold, remember?” You two were about to confess your feelings, many times, but someone always interrupted, whether it was Minho teasing or Frypan and his bad timing.

”I can say it-”

”In the middle of this? No, thanks. I want it to be somewhere safe and not getting shot at” you say with a giggle, and he joins but he coughs and your heart breaks again. “Please, stay..” you can't hold it any longer and you feel the tears streaming down your cheeks and a sob shaking your body.

”Let's say our bloody goodbyes and then you can promise to remember me from my good old days” he says, trying to sound his cheerful, sarcastic self. Maybe the last words you will hear from the real Newt. His hand squeezes yours again and you are about to give in, to just lay there with him, but you all need to get moving.

”Minho” Thomas says from besides you. “Get to Brenda and bring the serum as soon as you can.”

Minho gives him a hesitant look, pleading to not be assigned of this task.

”We don't have much time. I can cover for him” Gally says.

”I'll stay here to cover you” you tell Thomas.

”Go with them.” Newt says and you glare at him. “I don't want you to remember me-”

”Bossing around. You were second in command in the glade, not here. Tell him to stop” you look at Thomas who holds back a smile, he is probably remembering the bickering you and Newt had almost every day.

”Listen to your girlfriend, Newt” he teases and for a moment, things feel normal. The teasing...It was back like the good days.

”Funny. I won't-”

”Oh my God, Newt” you roll your eyes and Thomas looks at you. He had the same gaze you were probably holding. This...This scene...May be the last together. You won't have this anymore if...Your eyes are stinging again, and you let yourself cry again, silently. Newt was...out, and Thomas was looking at the floor, holding back his own tears.

”Y/N, its not over” he assures you and takes your free hand. The one holding Newt’s was tracing over the back of his hand, the dark blue veins reminding you of the nightmare, the hell, the feeling of emptiness and hopelessness that you were all going through.

”Let's try meeting them halfway…” you suggest and Thomas nods his head. You release Newt’s hand and stand up and rush to the corner to check that it was clear. Thomas reaches for Newt moments later, the blonde boy limp like a puppet… You were all puppets. You were WCKD’s puppets and if it wouldn't have been for them, maybe all of this would be different.

Thomas and you rush again, running, or so he tries as he carries Newt. “Do you need help?!” You call as you run.

”I got him!” He shouts back.

You reach an open area, a place where seemed to be a train stop, way too quiet for the chaos going on in the city. “I'll go check that its clear. Stay here” you say and move cautiously forward. Your gun was pointing straight forward ready to shoot whatever came to you. Further steps and you hide in a corner before aiming down the street. Nothing. You decide to check the second block away for any unwanted cranks, but it's clear as well.

That's when you freeze, hearing Teresa’s voice through the streets, begging Thomas to come back to the Headquarters because his blood was the cure. Did she really had the ner-

”You can save Newt.” Those words were the ones that triggered your whole being, echoing through your ears.

”Y/N!” You hear a voice call out and you turn around, aiming quickly before noticing Brenda, Frypan, Minho and Gally running your way.

”You got it!?” You ask and Brenda shows you the blue capsule with the serum. “Let's go” you take it from her, and you run. You run as fast as you can. You can give Newt time. You can give him time until Thomas saves him with his blood. You could be together and everything was going to be-

You stop in your tracks as you see Thomas and Newt. Thomas with your back to you, Newt looking forward, at nothing in particular. His face...darker veins, eyes completely red, blood coming out of his mouth...You think that maybe they were sharing a hug, too optimistic, right? Or Thomas was stopping him from doing something, but all of that vanishes when Thomas steps back, you hear a loud ‘No' and he is helping Newt lie down.

”No. No. No. No!” You shout and you run to them, vision becoming blurry as you start crying yet again. You fall on your knees besides Newt, a knife through his chest. “Newt. No. Stay with us. I got it. We got the serum” you whisper, brushing back his hair. Thomas stands up, and Fry and Minho fall besides you. “Newt...Newt” you call out even though you know it's not going to do anything. That you won't get a reaction out of him. That his body was...lifeless….

You bend down and rest your head on his chest, just besides the knife as you let the emotions take over you, feeling and hearing the last beats of his heart fading. The hand with the serum sinks down on his skin, wishing you could've done it sooner...You should've run faster. You shouldn't have stopped. You should have gone with him. You should have stayed with a serum...You should have done so many things before the unimaginable….

”Y/N...We gotta go…” Frypan says as he wraps his arms around you.

”I should’ve told him...I should've saved him…” you sob and lean into Fry, who only falls back down on the floor with you in his arms.

”This is not your fault” Minho says, his voice strained. “And I'm sure he knew” he voices in a whisper. The three of you hold onto each other for a few moments besides Newt’s body.

”Where's Thomas?” You look around and then look at Brenda who was as shaken as you all were.

”He went to her” she says and your heart boils. If it wouldn't have been for Teresa...You could have all gone to Safe Heaven before all of this. If she wouldn't have betrayed you all and taken Minho, you'd be all safe and happy...

In the Berg, you keep to yourself in a corner as Jorge flies around looking for Thomas.

”Hey, greenie” Gally speaks and you look up before he crouches down. “I'm sorry…” he says. You were one of the few people, maybe the only one, who didn't hate Gally. It was not his fault that Chuck had died. He was being controlled by them, he wasn't himself, and Chuck was just another damn variable to this stupid fiasco.

”Thanks…” you whisper and he hesitates, but you lean in and hug him, which he is quick to reciprocate, maybe the only person he has hugged since the Glade, and it felt well for you. You were sure he was hurting as well over Newt’s death. After all, they spent years in the Glade, they were part of the Keepers council. 

As you pull away, you look at Newt’s lifeless body a few feet away. It looked...peaceful. The others had cleaned him up before taking off so you could bury him in Safe Haven, for him to be with all of you. The black and dark blue veins had vanished, and you were grateful for it to be able to see him one last time like he really was.

The rest of the night goes too fast for you, some kind of whiplash hitting you. One moment you were saving Thomas and Teresa from the roof at WCKD, and then, after getting Thomas up the Berg, Teresa had been unable to get in and fell from the crumbling of the building. 

You had hated Teresa after her betrayal. This is why you were all here in the first place. She still joined them again after everything they have lost. She was one of them. Yet she didn't deserve such death.

The flight to the Safe Heaven was quiet, everyone processing the events that had happened, but the flight was too short to even think of it and in just a matter of an hour you were at the Safe Haven. Everyone walks out, but you stay back a little longer. Your arms wrapped around your knees and your head resting on top of them as you took a seat in the Berg’s seats at the very entrance.

”Y/N” Thomas calls and you look up, wiping away the tears and hum questioningly as you do. “He left you this...In the necklace he gave me” he hands you a piece of paper, wrinkled and rolled up. “I'll leave you to read it. I'll be back in a few.”

You fix the paper before scanning over the letters before reading them.

Dear Y/N/N,

I'm sorry that my letter is not as long as the one I gave to Thomas. I guess that even by letter I still can't properly chat with you, which is supposed to be the reason of this. I know that you tried your all saving me, and I don't want you to feel guilty in any way. Sometimes that's how it works, or it should work. I think I have told you everything I should have back at the Maze, back at the Scorch...We had a long run together, love. I hope that as I say the words, nobody interrupts you. I don't know if I had felt like this before the Maze, but I found myself in love with you. As I lose myself to the Flare, there were several things I remembered and repeated to keep myself sane, one of them was you. The second girl sent to the Maze, the one who would not take any of my klunk and know when something was off. You always had that sixth sense around me, even until my last days, you knew I was turning into someone that wasn't myself. I love you, Y/N, and I'm happy that I was able to keep that feeling even after I was infected. I always kept your smile and personality on my mind, keeping me sane, along the names of the shanks that we lost and our core four.

As I told Thomas, you deserve to be happy. You all do. Don't stop doing so because of me. Remember me for my good old days and our little chats, because that's how I remembered you, with you in my hammock waiting for me because you were scared of the Grievers’ screeches and smiling at me as we talked. Thank you for loving me...I knew because Minho told me. Feel free to hit him since he couldn't keep your secrets about me around, but I'm grateful that he didn't keep to himself. Thanks to it, I know I was loved by friends who I love, and by the one girl who could make the klunkiest of days better.

”Love, Newt.”

”Oh great, now I'm hearing his voice” you say to yourself through sobs as you wipe your face with your sleeve from the tears.

”Last time I checked, you weren't deaf and you weren't going mad” you hear his voice again and your eyes widen and look at his body. He...He was leaning against the wall of the Berg, standing, arms crossed against his chest with a smirk on his face. Your heart was beating too fast, your hands were shaking. “Tommy was awfully late giving you that letter or you waited too long.”

You stand up, shaky hands holding you up as you do. “I've gone crazy have I? I'm not immune and I'm hallucinating…” you say as you take steps towards him. The device that WCKD used to control you was removed, right? Teresa did that. Then why...

”Will you just bloody get here and make sure yourself?” He says. Too real, his words echo through the Berg and you think its too much of an effort of WCKD if he wasn't there.

You stand before him and look into his eyes, not bloodshot, not big, but their beautiful chocolate, brown color. Your fingers trace the places where his veins showed on his face, no longer popping out, no longer dark blue or black, his flawless skin was intact. It definitely smelt like him...And felt like him. “Newt…?”

”That is me” and with that he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to him and you squeak and laugh as he joins you, his eyes becoming small as he does. “Missed me?”

You hug him tight finally, tighter than you should but you had to make sure he was real. You sob and tears stream down your face yet again. “How….?”

”I...I stabbed Thomas, and I guess his blood on the knife got to me when it went through me. I heard his blood was the cure but I didn't think it was possible. Thought it was another trick from her to lure him back, and then you,” he ran his fingers through your dirty hair, “you used the serum on me before I died. I still faded out, I died, partly” he assures you, “but the serum and Tommy’s blood brought me back. I guess it took longer to kick in because I was tired and too infected.”

You were just looking at him in awe, he looked...so angelic before your eyes. He was an angel if he died and came back. “Newt” you say and cup his face between your hands. “I love you. I love you” you whisper quickly afraid it was a mind trick or that he would be taken from you again.

”I love you too” he chuckles and you join him. His eyes look into yours and you sigh, a breath of happiness and peace. Your tongue brushes over your lips before you lean in and press a kiss to his own, a simple liplock. You melt into the kiss, because he was real after all. He was real, he was here, and he was yours.

”Y/N, are you- Woah!” Minho calls from the entrance of the Berg and you pull away from the kiss, eyes wide, but you notice Newt’s pale cheeks blushing. “Is this- Are you- Thomas! Fry!” He calls out.

”You really have made it your duty to interrupt every second we share, don't cha?” Newt says and everyone shows up.

”No way!” Fry shouts.

”Oh my God!” Thomas screams before they all run towards the two of you and you laugh. Newt’s arms hold you close, trying to shield you from the crazy boys, laughing to himself.

You all embrace each other and laugh, holding each other close. Minho ruffles Newt’s hair as he chuckles, Thomas is trying to hold back his tears of happiness, Fry is laughing and patting Newt on the back.

Everyone was shocked to see Newt coming out of the Berg. His arms was secured around your shoulders, Thomas on his other side. After a few minutes they started to cheer and went up to him to hug him. You let go of him to let the others go on and celebrate, standing in a corner, watching. Soon, Thomas joins you.

”I still can't believe it” Thomas says as he smiles and looks at Newt as he talks with Sonya. You notice they look alike.

”Trust me, he gave me one hell of a scare” you say with a small laugh. “I was reading his letter in whispers and all of a sudden he decides to talk and look at me from the corner.”

”You saved him” Thomas points and you shake your head.

”We both did.”

”The two persons who he wrote the letter to...Its almost as if he knew” Thomas says.

”Yeah” you agree and look at Thomas. “But now he is here with us, and that's all that matters” you nod your head and Thomas smiles and gives you a side hug which you lean into.

”Now he can call you his girlfriend” he teases and you push him away.

”Took you long enough” you laugh and look at Newt who is walking your way.

”Stealing my girl, I see” Newt says but his brown hues are kept on you.

”I think she doesn't want me that much yet. Can't compete against that accent” Thomas jokes and you giggle.

”Good to know its just the accent” he replies before looking at both of you. “Thank you, for everything that you did and not giving up.”

”We would have never given up if we had a small chance…” you admit to him, and Thomas and you just lean forward and hug the boy tightly.

The rest of the first day was peaceful and full of teasing from the guys and doing the best to leave behind the events that happened. You felt at ease, and everything was better. You sat a bit away from the group as they all lighted up the party. Newt soons joins you, sitting close to you in the sand and wraps his arm around you and pull you close.

”You are quiet” he says and kisses your temple, lips lingering there.

”Just enjoying everything from afar” you say and look up at him, smiling.

”Are you? Or are you doing it to lure me and have me all for yourself?” He teases.

”Hm, didn't thought of it” you giggle. “Sounds like a great plan, and it worked” you tease and he smiles down at you. His index finger delicately rests under your chin, lifting it up as he leans down to meet your lips. You relax into the kiss, your fingers resting on the arm around you. You brush your tongue along his lip teasingly and you feel him smile into the kiss.

”Oh my God, is this how I will see you two from now on?” Minho groans playfully and you both pull away from the kiss again.

”Could be worse” Newt shrugs as he looks at his best friend. “Just make sure not to follow us if we go somewh-”

”Okay, okay. I got it. Just came to let you know the food is ready” Minho says, hands in the air before chuckling and going back to the group.

”Is there maybe another Safe Haven? Or a place far from here where Minho won't interrupt us?” Newt asks.

”You'd drag him with you along with the others anyway” you point out and you both chuckle.

”Just for one day. I can survive without them one day” you say. “One day without interruptions” he says before patting your thigh. “Let's go. I'm starving” he says and helps you up. Both of you walk hand in hand to join the other gladers who were drinking and eating and enjoying themselves.

This would be a perfect new beginning. You knew it.