#medjack

“Like I told you, I was attacked by a griever in the maze,” he said, enunciating to try to keep me from getting lost in my thoughts again. “So, who were you thinking about Y/N?” he inquired. Minho was always thinking that I had a crush on someone here in the Glade. “No one. Just yesterday’s bonfire and its horrible effects on everyone, especially on the greenie, Newt I think.” “You were muttering something under your breath as well.” Minho pointed out. “I heard small parts but not the entire thing.”

Oh shit. He heard me humming Bulletproof Heart, the only song I remembered from my past. It sounded emo when I first heard it but, after a while, it sorta became a soundtrack to this shittiness.

“Really?” I answered, trying not to let him know that I was horrified that he had found out about my song. “You have a beautiful voice, you know. You should probably sing at bonfires. Everyone’s gonna be too drunk to remember it anyway,” he replied, again surprising me because I thought he would make a comment about the lyrics or something. “Uhh... sure. Maybe...” I stammered, face turning red from the compliment.

*Timeskip to the next bonfire*

Minho POV:

“You should sing, Y/N!” I said. I wasn’t as sober as I would like at this time but, Gally did make a large batch this time around. She was so drunk that she would have been easy to convince on things like this. “No. I don’t have any songs to sing!” Y/N said dramatically.

Y/N POV:

Minho wanted me to sing! He must be super drunk already to think I would sing now. But who cares? Everyone’s drunk anyway.

“Nah. I don’t have anything to sing right now,” I said, not trying to embarrass myself in front of all the guys here. Minho, still drunk but not entirely stupid, “if you don’t do this, I will tell the worst guy here, and I mean the worst guy, that you like him.” “God, no. I’ll do it, but if you think I haven’t sung enough and go through with it, I will make sure the next time that you come into the medjack hut, that the greenie will heal you instead of me.” I said, carefully contemplating the words I chose. I was still shocked that he would threaten to do that but, I tried to show determination in my expression. I was, after all, the first person to come up here after Alby.

“Y/N, are you having a bloody stroke?” a slightly accented voice said from 5 feet away from me. “Uh, no. What makes you think that?” I asked the previous greenie. “Your expression. You were either having a stroke or you were really drunk. I haven’t known you to be really drunk so I thought it was the former.” Newt explained. “Ooo. Love is in the air. Sparks are flying. You two--” Minho was stopped shortly before he could do anymore damage to my relationship with the Brit. “Either you shut up, or, I don’t sing.” I whispered, softly enough so that only Minho could hear me, as I removed my hand from his mouth. “Okay you sing now. CHEERS!” he yells motioning me to chug a jar of liquid courage with him. “Well, I will sing after the others stop yelling shots to Nick and the newest greenie.”

A little while later, they stopped. Minho nudged me, clearly thinking I should take my place in front of the bonfire to start singing. I never thought I would be this shy in front of these people I had known for a year or so. I started to sing, the way you fall asleep, slowly then all at once. “Gravity. Don’t mean to much to me...”