Peachiibub

And Roses

| part 2 of Thorns |

pairings: minho x fem!medjack!reader

summary: you and minho suddenly became close, what happens when you confess just how close you feel?

warnings/tags: brief mention of injury, strangers/acquaintances to friends to lovers, bsf!newt, wingman gally, first kiss, use of nickname 'princess', not proofread!

- no use of y/n!

author's note: here's part 2!! highkey no need for it to be 2 parts but whatever :P & once again thank you @gladii0lus for the inspiration :))

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Was Newt serious? He must've been mental to think you were just going to 'confess' to a guy you've only been friends with for barely a week.

     "You're joking. I'm not doing that!" You spoke after Newt finished his relentless teasing about confessing to Minho.

     "Your call. But he's likely not going to do it."

     Confessing. So cliché.

     Newt could see the expression on your face, the kind that's so subtle majority of the other gladers could never catch it. But Newt knew you, and he knew you well. "Look—there's another bonfire tonight. Maybe something'll happen."

     "...Ominous."

     "Go do your job."

     "You want people to get hurt?"

     The slightly irritated stare Newt gave you was enough to make you turn around. "Alright I'm leaving."

     Night fell upon the Glade once again, the sky nearly clear and you could count the sparkles scattered across. Some dull. Some shiny.

     You were in the kitchen with Frypan and Gally as the other boys were spread out all around the fire—some sitting on logs and talking, others pushing each other around in the dirt. Fry was at the stove, the sound of pork sizzling in a pan filling the air. You were standing side by side with Gally, helping him make his special drink. You were the only one he shared the recipe to.

     You were both working on your own part, Gally preparing the ingredients and you mixing it, when he spoke up.

     "So, you and Minho, huh?"

     You froze. "What?"

     "Don't ya like him?"

     "Where did you hear this?"

     "A little birdie."

     Newt has a big mouth.

"Seriously?"

"Listen, I support. He cares a lot about you."

"And where'd you hear that?"

     "Minho."

     "Minho told you he cares about me?" You asked incredulously, forgetting the work you were doing with the drink and leaning one hand on the counter, looking up at Gally.

     "Well, he told me more than that. But y'know."

     "You and Newt gotta stop leading me on with this type of information."

     "Look, Minho's right outside," Gally continues as he sets two full glasses in front of you. "Go give him a drink and figure it out."

You huff and take the drinks in either of your hands. "Fine. But not because you told me to, because I want to."

"Good luck," he drew out as his eyes followed you out the door.

"Shut up," you replied in the same dull, sing-songy tone.

The air was cool against your skin, but there was a warm feeling that bloomed throughout your body as you grew closer to Minho, who was sitting on the grass against a log.

"Hey," you said, settling down beside him and handing him one of the glasses.

"Hey princess," he casually replied before taking the drink. "Thank you."

     "How's your leg?"

     "Alright, still a little sore but I'm walking easy."

     "Can I take a look?"

     "Be my guest," he said as offered his leg and pulled up the fabric covering his skin to allow you to see.

     "Oh yeah, it's looking good."

     "Of course it does, you're the one that fixed it."

     You couldn't help but chuckle, settling back in the same position as a moment ago. "You're too kind," you replied teasingly.

     "I don't think so. I don't think I'm doing enough, actually.

     "Yeah?"

     "Yeah," his voice softened a noticeable amount, just above a whisper almost. Luckily you were close enough for it to not be drowned out by the endless chatter of other gladers. It also helped you were staring right at each other, the warm lighting making him all the more prettier.

It was quiet between the two of you as you momentarily took sips every few seconds. Yet it was a comfortable type of quiet. "Can I just be straight-up with you?"

     "Go for it," Minho responds, setting his drink on the grass right beside him.

     "I've been told that you care about me."

     He looked a bit confused at the sentence, of course he cared about you, he cared about everyone in the Glade. But obviously he had his favorites. "Of course I do."

     "A lot, Minho."

     He paused, glancing down at his lap before up at the fire straight ahead. "Yeah. So what? You're my friend."

     "Do you think that?"

     "Think that you're my friend?"

"Newt and Gally don't exactly have the quietest mouths."

Minho's eyebrows scrunched down before they were raised and his eyes widened, a slight nod from his head as he took a couple sips of his drink. "I see. Shanks."

"So..."

"So."

Silence. It felt like all the sounds around you were muffled. It was just you and him. Then his voice cut through the quiet.

"Look I-...I don't really know what happened. We've been here together for 3 years and we never talked. Then suddenly I came to you for help and I just—you were everywhere. Even when you weren't actually there. I know it's only been like a week since we technically actually met but-"

"Minho," you interrupted, tilting your head down a bit to look at him directly, cutting him off from his rambling as he trailed off and made eye contact. "You're not the only one."

He looked at you. Puzzled yet hopeful.

"I care about you too. A lot." A teasing smile grew on his face as he looked at you.

"Well I'd hope so, it's your job."

You huffed a soft laugh before muttering a friendly 'jerk'. The laughing quieted between you two and you just looked at each other.

"Y'know Newt said I should get on one knee and confess with a rose."

"Seriously?"

A new voice immediately followed the statement, making both you and Minho jump slightly and turn to where the source was. Newt. "No I didn't, you did. I vaguely agreed with you."

"How long have you been there for?" You asked.

"Long enough. All that and you still haven't technically confessed."

"Well can you leave then?"

Newt simply shrugged and turned away, leaving you be like you thought you were the whole time. Letting out a few surprised chuckles, you turned back to Minho, who was already looking at you.

"I think you're sweet Minho. And funny. And really brave for going into that maze every day."

"...And handsome?"

You shake your head as you look out at the glade straight ahead, a soft smile having grown on your face before once again turning back to Minho, who still hadn't taken his deep brown eyes off you. "Yeah I guess you're pretty cute."

And just like countless times before, a comfortable quietness filled the space between you, his eyes flickering all over your face—your eyes, the slight natural highlight on your nose, your lips, the pale blush that lived on your cheeks. "Can I kiss you?" He said without thinking—well actually he thought a lot about it. It's all he thinks about. But maybe not in the form of a question and more of an action.

He took your nod of confirmation as a green light, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours, one hand finding the back of your head in a tender hold, his other on the side of your neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin. On the other side, your own hand found his wrist near your neck, holding onto the smoothness of it despite the conditions he lives in.

The kiss felt longer than it was, and when you pulled apart, just barely, gentle smiles tugged at your lips. Everything around you both was drowned out.

Until a sudden burst of cheers, whistles, and clapping shattered it. You both turned your heads to face the commotion, though your hands never left their positions. Pretty much every glader was staring in your direction, wide grins plastered on each and every one of them. Some of them held their glasses of Gally's special in the air before taking a few sips, and your eyes scanned the group for information. Landing on Newt, he called out over the loud cheering, "Everyone was waiting! It was getting annoying, really. Congrats."

As quickly as it began, the crowd died down and went back to their casual banter with the ones near them. It was just you and Minho again. Your hands barely shifted from where they sat, only his having moved from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, and his other thumb rested just above your jawline.

He never looked away from you, even when you were looking away from him. The fire placed a movie-like sparkle in his eyes like you were the cause for it.

The pink tint on your face only deepened when you focused back on him. "Hi."

"Hey."

"...Can you kiss me again?"

Answering with a charming smile, he leaned forward once more, finding your lips again. It was a quick one and you only pulled apart a mere couple inches for barely a second before he pressed his lips against yours, deeply and full of something unnameable, you could taste Gally's drink he had minutes ago. The kiss lasted shorter than you wanted to, being cut off by a whistle and a joking 'get a room', causing you both to smile against the other. He pressed one last peck against your temple as you laid your head on his shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh.

Minho's arm dropped from the back of your neck to drape around your shoulders, his other landing back on his own lap, picking up his drink sat next to him.

He still didn't know how this all happened so suddenly. But maybe the fairytales weren't too far off with the whole love-at-first-sight thing.

Thorns

pairings: minho x fem!medjack!reader

summary: you've never really interacted before, but what happens when you suddenly begin to orbit each other after one minor injury?

- warnings/tags: injury/brief mention of blood, strangers/acquaintances to friends to lovers, medical inaccuracies i guess??, bsf!newt, not proofread!

- no use of y/n!

author's note: thank you so much @gladii0lus for the ideas you've given me! hope i did it justice, more in the works 🙈

check out my masterlist here!

w.c: 1.7k

❣️this will be a two-parter!

You lifted your head at the sound of the hand-made wooden door being pushed open with a creaked.

     Minho.

     You never talked to him much, I mean you never had much of a reason to. There were so many boys in the glade, there's several you've only ever met once. You stay in the med-hut all day pretty much, and mostly patch up the slicers and builders, everyone else stayed relatively unharmed, not to say Frypan hadn't come in more than he'd like to admit with a burn on his hands from getting too close to the stove when distracted.

     But you'd especially rarely interacted with the Runners. They were in the maze all day and nothing really happened for them to come in besides a small scratch from the thorns of plants or a rolled ankle, and even then they would just brush it off anyway. They all have a specific personality to them.

     You noticed Minho though. More often than you realize. You always saw him during bonfires and coming to and from the maze. However the most you ever interacted was a simple nod of acknowledgement or giving him a bandaid.

     But now he was walking into the hut with a heavy limp and sweat dripping down his face, causing his skin to glisten in the light that seeps through the cracks in the log walls.

     "Hey," you say first, watching as he makes his way to the cot in front of you, settling in as comfortably as he could without hurting his leg too much. "What happened?"

     "Got caught on this big thorn and then fell. Think I cut it pretty bad and rolled it all in one," he answered, examining his leg himself as he moved it back and forth slightly.

     "Let me look at it," you replied as you rolled your stool closer and waited as he pulled his pant leg up a bit, wincing quietly as he did. The cut was deeper than expected, but wasn't profusely bleeding, only trickling down his skin. His ankle seemed to be swelling slightly, but you didn't think it'd get much worse. You hummed, "It's not too bad, but I'd definitely tell you to take a few days off from the maze. I'll get it patched up."

     "Seriously? How many days?" He questioned as he watched you grab some bandages, wipes, and a bottle of water.

     "Like...3? Depends on how it's looking, I'll have you check back in every once in a while," you poured some of the water you grabbed onto the cut before wiping it down to clean it up as much as you could, muttering a soft 'sorry' when he winced.

     As you placed the bandages on his wound and some supporting ones for his ankle, he simply watched you. He always noticed you, and he was well aware of it. Maybe it was just because you were the only girl in a place full of boys and only boys, but wow, you were beautiful. He never knew how to talk to you, and Newt's relentless teasing never helped.

     "There, all good. Don't put a lot of weight on it and it should be fine."

     "...Thanks."

     "Mhm," you hum, putting the supplies back in their respective places on the shelf nearby. Minho pushed himself from the cot and sent a soft smile your way as he limped out of the room and back out into the heat of the sun.

     The night was full of the sound of boys talking over each other. The bonfire lit up everyone's faces in that warm orange glow as they quickly began to let loose the more they drank Gally's special.

     Minho was sitting on the grass, his injured leg stretched out while his other was bent, his knee in the air. Newt was beside him, a mason jar in his hand filled halfway with a murky gold drink. You were on the other side of the fire, sitting with the other two med-jacks, Clint and Jeff, chatting the night away. Minho's gaze kept drifting towards you, as much as he tried to keep his focus on Newt as he talked. Of course, Newt noticed and chuckled.

     "Why don't you just go talk to her?" The blond said. That's when Minho's eyes snapped back to him.

     "No. That'd be weird. We've barely interacted."

     "So that's why you go talk to her. Interact more so it's not weird."

     Before Minho could reply, Newt looked over and smiled. "Well would you look at that.

You're in luck, seems like she's taking the lead." Following where Newt was looking, he saw you walking towards the two. Newt stood up, greeting you and having a short conversation, the basic 'how're you doing', before excusing himself and giving Minho a look.

     Saying goodbye to Newt, you looked back at Minho a warm smile having formed on your lips, the hot glow of the bonfire a few feet away doing wonders on your face. "How's your leg?" You asked warmly.

     "Good. Great. Fantastic."

"Really? Looked pretty rough last I checked."

"Yeah well. Maybe you've got powers or somethin'."

"That'd be awesome," you said as you finally sat down on the grass beside him. He chuckles warmly, his eyes never leaving your face, fixated on your lit-up side profile, highlighted by the bonfire. "If I could have any power though, I'd pick teleportation."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah...so I could just get out of here. Obviously."

"I figured. Solid pick."

"What'd you choose?"

"Well, if teleporting's off the table...maybe super speed."

You couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Minho. "Anyone could've guessed," you teased.

It was quiet between the two of you for a beat or two, although it felt much longer to the both of you, before you spoke up again.

"It kinda surprises me this is like the first time we've ever really talked." It felt too natural to be the first time you've ever truly interacted with one another.

"...Doesn't really feel like the first."

So he agrees.

"What if we knew each other before we came here?" You blurted out, unable to keep the thought in your head. It was a good one, worth considering. You hoped he'd agree with that too.

"Huh. Never thought about that. I try not to think about the things I don't remember anymore."

"Really? That's like all I think about."

He shrugs, glancing around the glade before meeting your eyes again. "I see it as we won't get those memories back. No point in dwelling on them."

"Yeah. I guess so."

Once again, silence fell between the two of you. Low, overlapping chatter was all that was heard over the crackling of the flame.

     A few days have passed, and Minho had reluctantly kept away from the maze. You had been sitting alone in the medhut—Clint and Jeff were sent off to help Gally with some building due to the lack of  builders (there was an accident a few days ago...they're short staffed you could say now)—leaving you to sit calmly by yourself. You never minded the quiet, in all honesty it is was appreciated. You only got so much living in a confined space with dozens of teenage boys.

     Your quietness was broken when a boy lightly limped through the door, causing you to glance up from the sketchbook you had sat in your lap.

     "Hey, there's my favorite medjack," Minho teased as he situated himself on the cot.

     "Favorite? Already?" You replied with a smile on your face, grabbing a wooden stool and setting it down right in front of the cot right before sitting down.

     "Naturally."

     Over the past several days, you and Minho continued to quickly grow closer. Neither of you could really explain why your sudden closeness happened so fast and why so out of the blue—I mean it was one interaction because he got hurt, and it became some sort of seed to a quickly blossoming friendship. But neither of you really questioned it either, you just let it form.

     You let a chuckle slip out to his response, watching as he pulled up his pant leg just enough to see the bandaged wound.

     "I'll just take the bandage off, see how it's looking, and maybe put a new one on," you explained, seeing his nod in your peripheral as you carefully peeled off the bandage, revealing a nicely healing wound. "Okay cool, looking good. You're still limping though I noticed?" You questioned, grabbing a nearby roll of gauze tape to begin wrapping around his injury.

     "Yeah, it's still a bit sore. Ya think I can start running again soon?"

     "Maybe keep off it a bit longer until you're able to put most your weight on it. I don't want you to accidentally strain it more or something and have to wait even longer."

     He lets out a heavy sigh.

     "Yeah. Sorry," you add softly, you knew being a runner meant a lot to him, even if you didn't know him well for very long, it was obvious to anyone, even someone watching from afar.

You secured the bandage on his leg and sent him on his way, your gaze stuck on the door even after he's gone.

You needed to go talk to Newt.

"Newt, you're gay right, yeah?" You say as you walked up to the blond boy working in the garden, barely giving him a second to process the fact you were even the one talking.

"What-"

"Yeah? Cool okay, I have a question for you."

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm assuming just by the statistics you've had at least a small crush on at least one boy here so like...how'd you know?"

"Alright, slow down. What?"

"How do you know if you like someone like that and not like...you just think they're cool or something."

"You have a little crush, huh?" He teases, leaning on his rake, slightly squinting to look at you through the sun.

"Not quite—I'm asking how do you know if it's one."

"Well give me some information here."

"Like what?"

"Like who it is."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"It's Minho isn't it?"

"What the hell?" How in the world did he guess? Let alone first try...

"What, you suddenly become close with him and then come to me talking about love, connecting the dots isn't hard."

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Okay so what do I do? How do I even know?"

"Well, to spill a secret, he won't stop talking about you."

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at your friend.

"Seems like the feeling's mutual."

"So what...I get on my knees with a rose and confess?"

"...You could do somethin' like that."