((don't ask why))

N E W T

Of the few things you knew when you came up in the Box, you knew that Newt was something special, and that Minho was your brother. Call it instinct, but you could feel it in your bones. It took a little convincing on your part, but soon your brother accepted it too. He was protective of you around all the guys of the Glade, although you could handle yourself.

When he was out in the Maze, you knew he secretly enlisted Newt to take over watch on you. Not that you minded Newt hanging around, he was cute and nice to talk to. One day Newt had silently trailed you to a patch of grass near the East Door that was behind the Gardens. There you had made a small garden of your own, only a couple measly flowers grew there. You had tried to get some fertilizer, but Alby wouldn't permit 'frivolous use of Glade materials', so you just hoped hard work would do the trick.

"So this is what you do when I'm not looking." He stepped into your view as you were sitting down frowning at the plants.

"Yeah, but they're not growing very much." You said as Newt sat beside you.

"Have you tried fertilizer?"

"Alby won't allow me to use any."

"It's only a couple flowers, I'm sure Zart could spare that little. Next time you see him, ask for some and say I approved."

"Thanks Newt, you're the best." You look over to see your friend's cheeks turn pink at your kind words. After a moment of silence, he pokes your side. "No! I'm ticklish!"

"Really?" He smirked, and before you could even think oh no, his hands flew at your sides, and you toppled over laughing and squirming.

"Get off of me!" You squealed, pushing on his shoulders. Newt grabbed your arms as he fell back, bringing you down on top of him. You managed to stop yourself before your nose collided with his chest, but your eyes still found his and you slowly brought your lips down to his.

You heard footsteps running up to you guys, and you turned to see Minho standing by you guys with his hands on his hips. "I came because I heard you yell 'get off of me', Y/N." He said sternly before focusing his attention to the boy underneath you. "Newt, don't you remember what happened to Lucas?"

Lucas was a boy who had hit on you, and you showed some interest in back, but once Minho caught whiff of it he 'talked' to him. Lucas hasn't gone within ten feet of you since. "Oh shuck off Minho." You scoffed, tossing a pebble at him.

He dodged it and chuckled. "It's fine, I like Newt a lot better than Lucas."

T H O M A S

You heard that a new Greenie had come up, so you decided to track him down. Your brother Chuck was showing him around, and the easiest place to find Chuck was the kitchens. Sure enough, him and the Greenie were walking out with sandwiches and water.

"I hope you got me one, Chuckie!" You called out to him.

"When do I?" He retorted.

The Greenie's eyes were transfixed on you, and you offered him a smile as you took in his appearance. He was tall, with brown hair and soft skin as he shook your hand. "I'm Thomas." He introduced himself.

"Hey shank," Chuck boldly put a hand on the older boys' chest and backed him up a few feet. "That's my sister."

"Calm down Chuck, we were just shaking hands, not making out or anything." You rolled your eyes.

"You're right, you just met."

"Exactly, I save making out for at least the third meeting."

"Y/N!" He exclaimed as Thomas laughed, showcasing a smile that made the sun seem dim.

Chuck latched onto his arm, and started dragging him away. "See you later, Y/N."

"Bye Chuckie, bye Thomas!"

"Call him Greenie!"

Over the next few days Chuck did his best to keep you seperated, but nonetheless you had become good friends with him. Your brother eased up on you when Thomas darted into the Maze last minute. "That shucking idiot." You muttered, kicking at the Door.

"Y/N." Chuck placed a hand on your shoulder and led you away. "I'm sorry."

"He's not dead yet, Chuckie. We've just got to wait." You shook your head, and the next day the entire Glade waited by the door, mostly expecting to see three dead bodies.

Instead, Minho and Thomas came out dragging Alby with them. You hadn't even realized you had yelled his name in relief until Thomas' head snapped up and he looked over at you. Two boys took the leader's limp body from them as you broke away from Chuck to run over to your friend.

"Y/N." He sighed, letting you throw your arms around his neck. "I'm so glad to see you."

"I don't get a hug?" Minho muttered, but followed one of the medjacks away.

"You look awful." You pulled away and fussed over Thomas. "Go get checked out by a medjack."

Thomas kissed your cheek in thanks and indeed followed Clint to the infirmary.

M I N H O

Once Gally had gone through the Changing, he had proclaimed that you were his sister, something you couldn't argue with. This put a strain on your blossoming relationship with Minho, since Gally started chaperoning every moment you hung out with him.

Your brother didn't know about you two yet, and you kinda wanted to keep it that way. Out of all the people in the Glade, Gally liked very few, Minho not being one of them.

So you two had come up with a system, you'd sneak into his room after Gally went to bed, and sneak out when Minho left for running. In the Glade you'd share kisses in private, whisper flirtations as you passed by each other. During one of the rare moments in the afternoon when Gally took his scrutinizing gaze off of you, you'd sneak into the Map Room to wait for Minho to get back.

That day when got in, he was looking more disheveled than usual. Instead of giving you a hello kiss or even pulling out his map book, he immediately sat down and you climbed into his lap. Putting your arms around his neck, you kissed his forehead.

"What happened babe?" You asked, combing your fingers through his hair.

"I missed you a lot, you didn't come in last night." Minho whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"I know, Gally insisted on asking me the most ridiculous questions until Alby did his sweep and made us go into our rooms." You explained. "But I will make it up to you tonight."

"Really? Why not now?" He smirked, catching your lips with his. You readjusted your legs to straddle him, hands on his shoulders.

He had just begun fiddling with the hem of your shirt when the door to the Map Room opened. You shot off of Minho, not even wanting to open your eyes to see who it was, because a sinking feeling in your stomach told you who it was.

"Hey Gally." Minho cleared his throat, awkwardly addressing your brother.

"You shuckface!" He snarled, storming over to him and picking him up by his collar. Minho wasn't defenseless, even against Gally's size. He swung at his stomach, trying to get him to let go. Gally wasn't being so kind, he landed one right on Minho's nose.

You came out of your shock when red started dripping from his nose. "Stop!" You screamed. "Stop it right now!"

They both listened to your command, although Gally still hadn't released Minho's shirt. You peeled his fingers off of it, and tried to stop the bleeding with a piece of your shorts. "Look at what you've done Gally!" You exclaimed, giving the cloth to Minho to hold.

"You need to let. It. Go. Both of you. I love you guys very much-"

"Y-you love me?" Minho asked, looking up at you from the seat.

"Yes." You smiled at the ground, not even realizing you had let that slip.

"I love you too, Y/N."

Gally sighed loudly, moving your stare from your boyfriend. "It's getting too mushy for me, you guys are okay in my book."

((minho's was long but whatever))