anemoia || a maze runner fanfiction (Newt x reader // Minho x reader)

chapter twenty | ??????? ??? ????? ????

"Wait is it about your crush?" Hank asked and his eyes grew wider, just like his smirk. You immediately felt your face turn tomato-red and you weren't able to look Hank in the eyes anymore, so you turned away and looked into the direction of the bonfire. "Something like that..." you mumbled under your breath and in the corner of your eye you saw Hank running his fingers through his curly brown hair, clearly excited. "Now, who is it?" he asked out loud, a little too loud for your taste. "Not so loud" you hushed him and Hank rolled his eyes, since clearly nobody was in hearing range, "Who is it?" he asked again, this time whispering.

"It's hard to explain" you told him and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Don't you know his name?" he chuckled slightly. "Of course I know their names" you protested and Hank's eyes grew even wider as if they would fall out of his head at any moment. He opened his mouth and looked at you for a while, before the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk. "You're telling me there are actually two?" he asked with an unbelieving undertone and another slight chuckle.

"Well yeah, that's kinda the problem" you confessed and buried your face in your hands, partly out of embarrassment, partly because of the exhaustion of trying to figure out what your heart really wants. "I see" Hank stated and caressed his chin with his thumb and index-finger "Do you want to tell me who they are?" Hank asked once again, but this time in a more careful, soothing voice. You took a deep breath and lifted your head out of your hands "I don't want to make things even more awkward" you claimed and Hank nodded "I already have a suspicion anyway"

"You do?" you asked and felt how you slightly started to shake. If Hank was right, were there also other Gladers who had this suspicion? Or even worse, what if Minho or Newt had a suspicion? "You're my best friend, I think I know you well enough to notice some abnormalities. But until now I never thought much of it" Hank explained and you started to chew on your bottom lip. "So my theory is that it is Minh-" Hank started, but as soon as you heard the first syllable, you interrupted him "Yeah, you know me well enough - can we please continue this without their names?" you asked at a fast pace.

Hank started to laugh at your sudden outburst and shook his head "You're too cute" he commented and you took a deep breath, waiting for him to stop laughing. "Okay, so what do you want to hear?" he asked after he calmed his laughter down, "Something. Some advice. Anything" you said in a desperate voice and threw your hands up in the air dramatically. Hank went back to caressing his chin with his thumb and index finger, while he directed his gaze onto the bonfire, thinking hard.

You watched Hank thinking and continued chewing your bottom lip. You wished to hear something from him which would give you clarity or just an idea of how to handle the situation. "Do you have any ideas?" you carefully asked after a while, which felt like an eternity. Hank sat up right and took a deep breath before turning to you slowly, which only increased the tension. "I mean, I've never dealt with such a situation, so I'm probably not the best person to ask for advice... but as your best friend I would once again suggest that you just listen to your heart."

You sighted and let your fingers run through your hair "But I already told you, I don't know how I feel myself... my heart screams a thousand things all at the same time - I can't possibly listen to only one!" you cried out desperate and helplessly. Hank gave you a sorry expression "Maybe it will whisper to you at the right time" he said, trying to cheer you up a bit. But somehow you felt defeated. You had really hoped for Hank to give you at least some suggestions, but right now you were at the same place you were before, only that Hank now knows about your feelings and who you thought about in particular. You hadn't decided yet if it was a good or bad thing.

You mumbled a thanks and rested your head on Hank's shoulder, staring into the flames and watching the smoke rise. You wished you were able to tell fortunes by reading out of the smoke and possibly getting an answer. Hank now also rested his head on your head, which gave you comfort - not in a romantic way, but the comfort you would get from your best friend or brother. "I'm sorry Y/n. I really do wish I could give you a good answer, but right now I can only give you my support and opinion about the situation" he apologized.