(A/N: Hey guys, more Minewt! This is going to be really really long and I have no idea when it is going to end. It's going to start off a bit slow but hopefully it will pick up not too far in. I'm really excited for it and I hope you all will like it!)

ALL BELONGS TO DASHNER I OWN NOTHING.

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First Day-Minho

Minho awoke to his alarm clock blaring. What time was it anyway? Oh that's right. It was 6:00 in the morning, on the first day of high school. Groaning, he rolled over to the ladder of the top bunk bed. His little brother, Jin, slept on the bottom bunk and shared the bedroom with Minho. He walked across the small bedroom to his dresser and pulled out some clothes for school. He grabbed some tan shorts and a nicer shirt. That was fine for the first day of school, wasn't it? After Jin was out of bed, he kicked Minho out saying that he was "ten years old and needed his privacy." Minho laughed and entered the bathroom.

Minho entered the bathroom that he shared with Jin and their twelve year old sister, Bae. He got dressed and styled his hair up. He did have to look good for the first day, especially since he was Minho, and Minho always looked good. After spraying on less axe then he did in middle school, he kissed his mom on the cheek and grabbed his bag and went out to the bus stop.

After spending far too much time on a smelly school bus with way too many rowdy kids, they were finally pulling up in front of Glade High School. Less of a nice learning environment though, and more of a prison. At least, that's what the students thought.

After getting lost in the maze of hallways, Minho made it to his first class five minutes late. His new biology teacher had a rat's face and peered at him over his wire framed glasses. "And who might you be?" The Rat Man asked. "Minho Park," he said. "Sorry I'm late, I got lost." The Rat Man snorted. Minho could already tell he didn't like this guy. He sat down next to the one person in the class that he recognised from middle school, a guy named Ben. Ben was a nice enough kid and he and Minho had been friendly acquaintances, but Ben was always getting into trouble and Minho knew his parents would not approve.

"Hey," Ben said when Minho sat down next to him. "Nice to see someone I know. There are so many people from other schools." Minho nodded but didn't respond as the Rat Man had just announced himself as Mr. Janson. He began lecturing about all of the rules of the classroom and the rules of the school, which Minho zoned out since he would have to translate the handbook for his mom to Korean when he got home anyway.

After a long first day, the bell finally rang announcing that school was over. Minho went down to the locker room and changed into running clothes for his first cross country practice. When he got to the field, he saw Ben and went over to stand with him. Ben was talking to a girl who was from another middle school, who Minho found out her name was Teresa. He didn't really care what they were talking about, so he started to look at all of the other runners.

One specific runner caught his eye. He had fluffy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He's cute, Minho thought. Wait, what? Since when have I ever thought boys were cute? I'm not gay. I had a girlfriend in eighth grade. She was cute. I'm straight, definitely straight. He knew what his dad would say if he ever mentioned that he thought even for a second that a boy was cute.

No matter how hard he tried to forget, all throughout warm ups, all he could think about was this cute boy, and stare at him. He noticed the boy's muscled legs, his toned arms, his blue eyes, and his fluffy blonde hair that Minho desperately wanted to run his fingers through. Where were these thoughts coming from? He wasn't gay, even if he had once been his dad had squashed any gayness out of him. His coach yelled out, "Ok, everyone, I'm assigning partners and you are going to have to pace yourselves and run at the same speed. Here's the list of partners." The coach began reading off the list of names. "Minho Park and Newt Isaacs!" The coach called out. Who the hell is Newt Isaacs? Minho wondered. After everyone's names had been called, coach told everyone that if they didn't know who their partner was to come over and find out. "Alright, who's your partner?" the coach asked Minho. "Newt Isaacs," Minho responded. "Do we have a Newt Isaacs here?" the coach yelled out. "Over here!" a British accent responded. Minho looked around for the source. He turned around and saw that his partner was the blonde boy. Oh shit he thought. He's British too.

"Hey. I'm Newt," the blonde boy said. "Hi. I-I'm Minho," Minho responded. Damn, why did I have to stutter? I never stutter, his brain told him. The two of them ran together, and Minho learned that the boy had come from Yorkshire and had moved here a few days ago, he had a twin sister who was in Minho's Biology class, and he could run. His best mile time was 5:45. The two grew closer as they ran together. It was the best thing that had happened all day, and when he saw his dad's car pull up after practice, he could tell that it would stay that way. "I'll see you later," he told Newt, hoping that he couldn't see the man behind the wheel of the car he was about to enter.

When he got in the car, he saw his dad smoking a cigar and drinking something that definitely wasn't pepsi. "You're late," his dad slurred. "Sorry Dad, practice ran late today. It won't happen again," Minho responded while trying to to choke on the cigar smoke, hoping not to anger him any more. "Damn right it won't," his dad mumbled, thinking that Minho couldn't hear him. They drove away, and Minho could feel the car swerving a bit. He had heard many times in health class that it was never smart to ride in a car with a drunk person, but he was already in the car and it was too far to walk. Maybe next time he could see if Newt or Ben could give him a ride next time. That is, if there was a next time. he could only hope there wouldn't be.

Once Minho got out of the car and into safety and fresh air, he went in the house and to the bedroom. He pulled out his bright red laptop from a drawer in his desk and put it on his bed before climbing the ladder to join the computer under the covers. He opened google chrome and typed I'm a guy and a guy is cute into the search bar. All he could find were things about what it means for guys to be called cute. He tried again. I like a guy came up with stuff that guys see in girls and stupid ways websites tell girls to change themselves to get a guy to like them. I like girls and guys came up with people having second thoughts about their marriage. This was so frustrating! Why couldn't the internet give him a straight answer? But was he looking for straight answers? Or was he looking for gay answers?

He decided to try one more thing; just switch some words around. It was strange, just switching the order of the words could give you a totally different answer. I like guys and girls, he typed. After scrolling down a bit, something caught his eye. Bisexual. He had never heard the term before. His dad had obviously never mentioned it, and his mom only spoke enough English to keep her job at the nail salon. He typed Bisexual into the search bar and clicked on the wikipedia page. He learned that bisexuality was when a person has romantic or sexual attraction to the same gender as themselves and people of other genders. Ok, he thought. Maybe that's what I am. I'll wait and see how it plays out.

However, his questioning was interrupted by the doorknob jiggling. Shit, I should have locked the door, he thought. He slammed his laptop shut and shoved it under the pillow, afraid it was his dad. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that it was only Jin. "Mom wants me to tell you dinner's ready," the smaller boy said. "Why is your face all red? And why do you stink?" he asked. "Track practice," Minho responded, not about to tell his ten year old brother that he was questioning his sexuality, even if they did share a room.

When he walked into the kitchen, he smelled his mom serving Galbi, or Korean barbecue. After everyone sat down, his dad began their nightly political talk. It wasn't something that the family officially did every night, but it always just happened. Tonight's conversation coincidentally, was homosexuals. "I did not come all the way from Korea to see these faggots (ugh I hate typing that word) ruining the nation. Isn't that right, boys?" He spoke only in English, since he believed that women didn't have the right to speak at the dinner table unless they were asked to. His mom could hardly understand the English, so she wouldn't be involved in the conversation and Bae, Minho's sister, had been trained since birth of her father's messed up morals. "Of course!" Jin agreed happily. It saddened Minho that his younger brother probably didn't even know what he was talking about, but he just wanted to get along with his father, so he agreed, no matter what the topic was about. It saddened Minho even more to know that he was the same way. He nodded quickly and got back to eating his dinner and listening to how all gays were evil and going to hell. See you and your drunk ass there, he thought as Minho's father poured himself another glass of beer.

That night as Minho was falling asleep, he hoped that he would be able to get to know Newt better, and understand what was going on inside his brain. He just had to make sure to clear his search history before leaving his laptop.

(A/N: Hey guys! As a bisexual, I felt the need to make our wonderful Minho bisexual as well. I happened to google everything that Minho googled, so all of those things are the answers I came up with. I'm basing what's going on in Minho's head as what went on in my head when I was questioning. And btw, you're supposed to hate Minho's dad. Reviews please? I promise it will pick up soon!)