Only two days into her recovery and Y/n was already dying from boredom. Minho and Ben were both out in the Maze the whole day, Newt had his own work and second-in-command duties. She wasn't exactly all buddy-buddy with Gally and she didn't like anyone else well enough to want to hang out with them. That left her to stay in her room, unmoving so her leg could heal and with nothing to do all day.

And she had to endure that for a week.

As she laid on her side, her eyes looked out the small window in her room, watching whatever she can see from the sky. She was wrapped in her blanket, feeling rather cold - that led her to remembering how Minho had laid next to her, hugging her close to his chest in an attempt to keep her warm. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she thought about it, feeling her face heating up as well.

''Shuck you, Minho,'' Y/n muttered, though a smile remained on her lips.

Minho was her closest person in this Hell they call home. Her best friend, if you would. She didn't understand why she felt so connected with him, but they pretty much clicked the moment she kicked him between the legs when they met. She loved spending time with him and she was sure he did too; if he didn't, he wouldn't be entertaining her persistent ass.

But that raised the question - how did Minho view her? Like just another Glader? Close friend? Worse, as a sister? Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, banishing the thought from her mind. He couldn't possibly view her as a sister, right? She didn't view him as a brother.

There was a knock on the door and she quickly sat up, cutting her train of thoughts. ''Come in.''

Newt walked in, two plates of whatever Frypan had cooked for dinner in his hands. ''Thought I'd keep ya some company.''

''Thank shuck, I'm dying here,'' Y/n said as she took the plate, resting it on her lap.

Newt sat down on the ground, his lower back against the mattress. Y/n took a bite of her food before Newt spoke. ''What's got you so smiley?''

Y/n looked up from her food, quirking an eyebrow. ''What're you talking about?''

''You were just looking down at your food and smilin','' Newt pointed out.

''I just love food, that's all,'' Y/n admitted with a light chuckle.

''If you say so.''

The two ate in silence for a moment. Y/n remembered what she'd been thinking about before Newt showed up and looked at the boy. She opened her mouth, almost daring to speak before closing it again.

Just ask subtly, Y/n thought. Don't make it too obvious.

''I have a question,'' Y/n asked, causing Newt to raise his head to look at her.

''What is it?''

Okay, remember, ask subtly. ''Do you know how Minho sees me?'' Yeah, very subtle.

''I mean, I'd say with his eyes.'' Newt joked, earning an unamused look from Y/n. He hummed, giving her question a thought. ''Dunno. He likes you, that's for sure.''

''Yeah, that I know,'' Y/n said before gulping, already regretting her next words. ''But . . . likes me how.''

Newt quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. ''Is this headin' where I think it is?''

Y/n rolled her eyes, feeling her cheeks warming up. ''I knew I shouldn't have said anything.''

''No, no, I'm not making fun of you,'' Newt quickly said, though she was still looking down at her food. He sighed. ''I mean, I really don't know. But just from observation alone, I think he likes you as more.''

Y/n's head lifted. ''More?''

''You know what I mean. Romantically.''

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up again. ''Oh.''

''Yeah.'' Newt nodded. ''Shouldn't you be happy, though? I know you like him, too.''

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. ''What? I don't like Minho, what're you on about?'' Newt gave her a look, showing her he was unconvinced. She sighed. ''Fine. Maybe I like him a little.''

Newt grinned. ''Ya know, you should-''

''Y/n, you in there shank?'' Minho's voice was heard as he knocked on her door.

''Here,'' Y/n spoke louder.

Minho walked in with a plate of his own. ''Fry told me Newt already brought you food,'' he said, greeting Newt with a nod before sitting down on the floor as well.

''How was the Maze?'' Y/n asked, trying to start a conversation and ignore the looks Newt was giving her.

''Same gray walls,'' Minho said. ''There's still one more section we gotta check, but I'll wait for your leg to heal. Does it still hurt?''

''A bit.'' Y/n stretched her aching leg out, feeling the pain increasing. ''It's much better than yesterday, though.''

''Hm, good.'' Minho nodded, eating his food. ''Only a shank like you can end up injuring herself for a week from a small puddle.''

''Minho, we were literally being chased by a Griever.''

''So? How come I didn't fall down?''

''Maybe your shoes are more suitable.''

''I'm literally wearing worn out boots.''

''They're less slippery than sneakers!''

Newt watched as the two continued to bicker about who's shoes better, trying his best to hold his smile. Ultimately, he failed and Y/n noticed. ''What're you laughing at, huh?''

Shaking his head, Newt stood up. ''Nothing. I'm done and since you won't be dying of boredom, I'm gonna go talk with Alby.''

Y/n cocked an eyebrow, seeing that his food was still half unfinished. Newt gave her a wink, causing her to widen her eyes. Oh, he wants to leave me alone with Minho. Y/n was having regrets about telling Newt about her feelings, knowing he would most likely tease her in the near future.

As Newt left, Y/n turned back to Minho, seeing him back to eating his food. She couldn't help but keep her eyes on him for a moment too long. Thanks, Newt.