Title: Torn

Summary: Newt tries to commit suicide but fails. When he wakes up, he and Minho share an emotional moment. But when he and Alby get into a fight, the kiss that follows causes them to develop feelings for each other. Newt has to choose between his two best friends, since he can't have both.

Rated: T

Pairing(s): Newt/Alby, Newt/Minho

Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort

Warning(s): Angst, attempted suicide, intense kissing

AN: Hope you guys like it! Review please :) oh and this was a fic request

When Newt started running the Maze one morning, he hadn't been planning on not coming back. Maybe that was for the best. He sucked at goodbyes, anyway. But as he ran the Maze, he got more and more depressed. They'd been running the Maze for a year now, and they had found nothing. Nothing at all.

As Newt ran, tears filled his vision. He was trapped here. Those bastards had trapped him here, trapped the people he loved here. And Newt knew how he could escape - death.

Luckily, Newt had a pen and a pad of paper with him. All Runners were supposed to have them in their backpacks at all times. He got them out and started writing a letter.

Dear Minho and Alby,

I'm sure that whoever finds this, if it isn't either one of you, will get the letter to you eventually. If you're reading this, I want you to know how sorry I am for giving up. It was my only option of escaping this awful place. I'm also sorry that I left you in here, and that you had to lose me. You two are my best friends and you are what kept me from doing this sooner.

Minho, I know I should have told you in person, but I like you. Like that. I really, really like you, and the only reason I didn't tell you was because I thought you didn't return my feelings. You're so shucking hot and sweet and kind - around me, at least - and I was too shy to ever be able to tell you how I felt. I should have, and now I wish I could. I'm sorry.

Alby, you have cared about me and supported me from the beginning. I don't even know how to thank you for your friendship, or make up for what I'm about to do. I know there's no making up for it. I know how badly it will hurt you, and I'm such a selfish person, but I just can't stay here any longer and let those shucking bastards keep me here.

I'm so sorry for abanding both of you. I hope you can forgive me.

Love, Newt

Tears filling Newt's eyes, he folded the letter and put it in his backpack. He climbed up the ivy and looked up at the sky, wondering what heaven was like. I'll find out soon, he promised himself.

And then he let go of the ivy and fell.

Minho was running the Maze in his section, when his heart filled with a bad feeling. It felt like he was going to explode in his chest. What the shuck? he thought.

Not a second later, he heard the scream. It was Newt. Without a doubt, it was Newt.

His heart in his throat, he ran towards the sound, worried sick about his best friend. He wasn't aware of the turns he had taken, he just had to get to Newt. That was his top priority.

When he saw Newt laying on the ground up ahead, he felt hot, salty tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran to Newt. He threw himself down beside Newt, whose leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Broken, most likely. Newt would probably be crippled for the rest of his life, if he lived. He was moaning now, his leg soaked in blood. "Minho," he gasped. "Leave me here. The Doors are going to close soon. You have to make it back."

"No, I'm not going to leave you here!" Minho yelled in his face. "What happened?!"

Newt shook his head, which made the Keeper of the Runners furious. "What happened?!" the Asian boy repeated.

Tears streamed down Newt's cheeks. "Don't, Minho," he said weakly.

"You stupid shank," growled Minho, picking Newt up and throwing him over his shoulder. Newt howled in pain and wrapped his arms around Minho's neck. Newt's face was buried in Minho's neck, and maybe any other time the Asian might have enjoyed it, but definitely not now. Now that he had found Newt, his main goal was to make it back before the Doors closed.

Which was in a half an hour.

And Minho knew exactly how far away they were from the Glade. He had every part of the Maze memorized, and he wasn't sure if they were going to make it. Especially with him having to carry Newt.

Minho grabbed Newt's backpack, thinking of it at the last second before he took off running. After a few turns, Minho knew that running wasn't going to happen. Newt was sobbing in pain, complaining and begging for Minho to slow down. "Hey, shuck-face, you're the one who said that the Doors are closing soon," Minho said. Newt didn't respond, so Minho jogged at a slower speed than before. Maybe they would make it.

The rumbling sound started that signaled the Doors were going to close halfway down the final corridor. As the Doors began to close, Minho passed through them just in time, carrying Newt in his arms. Everyone rushed over to them and Minho shouted, "Alby! Someone get Alby, now!"

"Minho! What happened?!" Alby's eyes were filled with tears as he pushed his way through the crowd of Gladers and stared down in horror at his best friend. Then, "Is he...?!"

"No," Minho gasped out. "No, he's not. He's alive, Alby."

Relief plainly showed on their leader's face. "Let's get him in the Homestead," was all Alby said. "Med-jacks!"

Clint and Jeff came over and lifted Newt, carrying him to the Homestead. Minho followed, refusing to let Newt out of his sight. He carried Newt's backpack with him, meaning to go through it when he got to the Homestead.

The Med-jacks carried Newt into an empty room and set him down on the bed. Newt's eyes fluttered open and he groaned. Alby cried out and rushed towards him, pulling him into a hug. "Alby...can't...breathe..." Newt gasped out.

"Sorry." Alby pulled back. "Newt, what happened?!"

Newt shook his head and hugged Alby again. Minho burned with jealousy and looked away, knowing that they were having a private moment (well, as private as it could be with the Med-jacks fussing over Newt). But it felt wrong for Minho to be eavesdropping.

He pulled the letter out and read it, then reread it again in disbelief. He turned to Newt, but he and Alby were too wrapped up in each other to notice him staring. "Alby," he said. "Clint. Jeff." The three Gladers turned to him. "I need to talk to Newt. Now."

Newt paled, his eyes looking towards the letter in Minho's hands, and Minho knew he knew what was coming. "Okay," Alby said. "Let's give them some privacy."

"Thanks," Minho said, softly as the three boys left the room, leaving him alone with Newt.

Newt wouldn't look Minho in the eye. "Minho, I'm sorry," he said, his voice breaking.

"No, you shuck!" Minho shoved the letter in his face, tears filling his eyes. "You..." And, shuck it, Minho felt like he was going to break down at any second. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd feel the same," Newt said quietly. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

Minho shook his head. "God, Newt..." He ran a hand through his short black hair, which was damp with swear. "I love you." He grabbed Newt's face in his hands and smashed their lips together. Newt gasped against his mouth and pulled Minho closer, digging his hands into Minho's hair. Minho loved it, loved every second of it - Newt's hands up his shirt, tearing it off him. Minho climbed on top of him on the bed, pushing Newt down, sucking on Newt's neck.

"You better not leave a bloody hickey on me."

Minho ignored him. "You're mine," he growled. Newt whimpered as he bit into his skin. "Mine and no one else's." Minho grinded against him and Newt moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering closed, and damn was it sexy.

Just as Minho was reaching for Newt's pants, the door opened to reveal the Med-jacks in the doorway. "Uh..." Clint started. "Jeff?"

"Yeah?"

"Bad idea."

"Yup."

The new couple stared at their friends, Newt's hands resting on Minho's bare chest, the Keeper of the Runners on top of the blond. The Med-jacks slowly backed out of the room, and Newt laughed as they heard two pairs of footsteps running quickly down the stairs.

Newt looked up at Minho, pulling him down into a deep kiss. "Lay with me," Newt said against his mouth, kissing him again.

"Okay," Minho agreed, plopping down on the bed beside Newt. "Come here, you dumb shank."

Newt snuggled against him, yawning, and he was snoring instantly.

AN: Hope you guys liked this first chapter!