Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Dashner.

Warning: Suicidal themes, self harm, and sexual content. Rated M for a reason.

Newt:

Newt stared at the blood as it dripped off of him. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it, he just did. The knife was there, and so was he. Before he knew what he was doing he picked it up and slid it across his forearm. It didn't hurt as much as he had expected it too, it only stung for second. So now he just sat there and watched the blood leave his body. For some reason, he felt relieved. As if he troubles left his body through the cut. As if all the pain he'd been holding inside was finally being released.

He watched as a drop of blood fell into the dirt at his feet. Newt was sitting on a log in a secluded part of the woods, leaning over his knees so his wrist sat between his legs. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He tightened his grip on the knife and lifted it to his arm once more.

"Newt?"

Shuck.

He dropped his knife and covered the cut on his arm with his hand. He turned his head to see who it was. Minho stood five feet away from him, staring at Newt, confused. "What are you doing?" he said as he walked over to him, grabbing his arm.

Newt stood up and shook him off. "Minho, leave me alone" he said harshly.

"You're hurt" he said, reaching for Newt again.

"It's just a scratch" Newt mumbled.

"It's not a scratch Newt! I saw you!" Minho shot back.

"Mind your own bloody business will you?" Newt said as he took a step away from Minho, but Minho stepped with him.

"No! Why are you hurting yourself?" Minho asked.

"I'm not! It was an accident!" he practically yelled. Newt had never been so embarrassed in his life. Or at least the past 4 months of his life that he could remember. All he wanted was to feel better for a moment, and now he felt worse. He was ashamed of what he'd done and he wanted Minho to leave him alone.

"Newt" Minho said "don't lie to me."

Newt groaned dramatically. "Why do you care?" he said as he took yet another step back, but ran into a tree trunk. Minho stepped close to him, trapping him. He grabbed his arm.

"Because I'm your shucking friend that's why" Minho said as he turned Newt's arm and stared at the cut. "Why did you do this?" he said quietly in a small voice that was much kinder than everything else he'd said to Newt in the four months he'd known him. Minho lifted his eyes from Newt's arm and stared into his eyes.

Newt didn't know what to say for a moment. He just looked at Minho, at a complete loss for words. But then he shook his head, and ripped his arm from Minho's grip once again. "You're not my friend" he spat "you're just some shank that happened to wake up in the same hell hole as me with no memory! That doesn't make us friends! So butt out and leave me alone!" He shoved past Minho and ran out of the woods.

Minho:

Minho stood there, confused and angry. Why was Newt acting like that? He was clearly hurting himself and all Minho wanted to do was help him. But Newt made it obvious he didn't want the help.

The comment about not being friends hurt Minho more than he'd like to admit to himself. He apparently didn't make the best first impression and was having trouble making real friends in the Glade. People weren't taking kindly to his sarcasm, but he thought Newt liked him. Minho at least knew he liked Newt.

Shuck this, he thought. I'm going to find him. He's not getting away with acting like that. Minho walked back towards the homestead and marched into the room where Newt slept.

He swung open the door to find Newt curled up on his bed with his head in his hands. "Get out" he mumbled through his hands.

"Newt I'm not leaving" Minho said.

Newt sniffed and Minho realized he must have been crying. Minho looked at the ground and allowed for Newt to wipe his tears. "How hard is it for you to get through your bloody skull I don't want to talk to you?" Newt mumbled.

"You need to talk to someone." Minho said "I don't really care if you don't like me, but I do care about you hurting yourself. So you need to talk to someone and I'm the best option because I doubt you want anyone else knowing what you did." Newt stared at him and didn't say anything. Minho walked over and sat on the opposite side of the bed from Newt. "Just tell me why you did it" he said.

Newt refused to meet Minho's eyes. "I- I don't know" Newt said in a shaky voice. "I just... wanted to feel better."

"And you did that by cutting yourself?" Minho said. He realized that probably wasn't what he was supposed to say and he gauged Newt's reaction, waiting for Newt to yell at him again.

But Newt didn't seem angry, he just seemed embarrassed which was worse. "I didn't say it made a lot of bloody sense, did I?" he said quietly.

"I'm sorry, that was a dumb thing to say" Minho said. Newt glanced at Minho, but then shrugged as if it was no big deal. They were quiet for a little while before Minho said quietly, "did it work?"

"What?" Newt asked.

"Did it make you feel better?" Minho asked, as he looked into Newt's eyes.

Newt held his gaze, but then turned to look at the floor when he answered. "Kind of" he said in a small voice. "Only for a second though ...And now I feel worse."

"So... Was it worth it?" Minho said, as he scooted a little closer to Newt.

Newt sighed, "I don't know" he said quietly. He looked at Minho and grinned "probably not because now I have to deal with you getting in my business."

Minho smiled "consider it a blessing'" he said. They were quiet for while before Minho spoke up, "are we really not friends?" he asked. He realized he probably sounded like a hurt little girl and wanted to take it back as soon as he said it. He felt himself blush and chanced a glance at Newt's eyes.

Newt was staring at him. He rolled his eyes and said "of course we're friends you dumb shank."

Minho felt a small smile creep on his face. "Than I want you to come talk to me next time you're feeling like a pile of klunk instead of picking up a knife" he said. "Good that?"

Newt nodded slightly. "Good that" he said. Minho smiled at Newt and Newt gave a weak smile back. Minho tried to convince himself that Newt actually meant that.

"You- um- want to go get some dinner?" Newt asked.

Minho nodded and stood up. "Lets go" he said. Newt stood up and headed towards the door, but Minho grabbed his hand. Newt stopped in his tracks and turned his head.

"What?" Newt said, confused.

Minho licked his other hand and rubbed it on Newt's arm in an attempt to wash off the blood. He managed to get most of it off, but then he stood there rubbing his thumb back and forth right below the cut. He realized the moment had dragged on for a bit longer than necessary, so he glanced up at Newt's eyes. He was staring directly at Minho and he was blushing slightly.

Minho felt a blush creep onto his own face and he reluctantly dropped Newt's arm. "Um- lets go" he said. Newt smiled weakly and nodded.

Minho followed him out the door, wishing to himself that they could have just stayed there together.