forgotten│the maze runner

t w e n t y - t h r e e

Minho tried to keep his irritation at bay as he watched Thomas attempt to draw today's pattern. He knew that Thomas had only just started, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to make a snide remark. He thought back to when Suejin had first started, how quick she had been to learn everything. He had been hard on her then as well, and sometimes, he wondered what it would've been like if he had been kinder.

Thomas was pretty impressive as well, but Minho wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing.

Minho leaned back in his chair. "That looks like it was drawn by the dumbest shank in the Glade."

Thomas looked up and scowled. "You mean me?"

Minho let out a short laugh. "You get it."

Thomas crumpled up his paper, immediately grabbing another from the table. Minho chuckled, earning another dirty look from him. Minho glanced behind him, staring the door. Suejin had only left a few minutes ago, but he couldn't help but wonder if she was okay. What was taking her so long?

Thomas glanced up, watching Minho. "Why don't you just go check on her?"

Minho frowned, immediately looking away. "I wasn't—"

"This is the fourth time you've looked."

Minho clapped Thomas hard on the shoulder, earning a satisfying ouch. "Shut your trap, Greenie."

Thomas merely nodded, only adding to Minho's annoyance.

Suejin had looked unwell, and a part of him wondered if it had something to do with earlier in the Homestead.

He was also well aware that she had caught him staring at her. Multiple times. When she returned his gaze, he couldn't seem to look away. He couldn't help it anymore, and as much as it pissed him off, his feelings for her were starting to show.

Even the shucking Greenie was catching on.

Minho stood up, unable to ignore his budding impatience. "Keep drawing your half-assed drawings, Greenie." He smirked, looking at Thomas' new drawing. "I'll be back."

Thomas grumbled something under his breath, continuing his sketch.

The door was barely cracked open, and as he placed a hand on the door, he heard a voice—one that he knew well.

Newt.

He was about to push the door open, maybe make a loud remark or entrance, but something made his feet stay planted. Minho wasn't really an eavesdropper, honestly, he couldn't care less about the affairs of the other Gladers. But he couldn't deny the spike of jealousy he felt at the sound of Newt's voice.

What could he possibly want with her? Had she planned this? Had he planned this?

Dear God, he was going crazy.

"Bloody hell, Suejin." Came Newt's voice, clearly laced with hurt.

"No, Newt. It's different now." It was Suejin, a sorrowful tone in her voice.

There was a long pause, and Minho almost stepped away, cautious of getting caught.

"Are you saying you've changed your mind?"

Minho froze. What did Newt mean? Change his mind about what?

There was that same silence again, and Minho leaned a little closer to the door, wondering if they were whispering now.

"Well." Newt finally responded, his voice dull and empty. "I'll be out of your way then. Let Minho know Alby and I are looking for him."

Minho listened as he heard the sound of his footsteps growing smaller and smaller. He waited a few extra moments before slowly pushing the door open.