Newt

Exhausted from working with three different Keepers in the same day, I plopped into a random bed I saw in one of the rooms of the Homestead. All the strain in my muscles loosened. I rolled over, enjoying the cool feel of the blanket and sheets against my skin. I looked up to the ceiling, eyes drooping, slowly closing.

"Why don't we get beds? Whose bed is this?" I mumbled to myself. Just a couple of minutes, then I'll get up. Naps are frowned upon the Glade…Alby...said…

And I fully closed my eyes.

Dinner Time

Newt: Where's (y/n)? Newt looks around for you, but you were no where to be seen, at least in the kitchen. He goes outside and searches for you in the Glade; Deadheads, Gardens, Blood House-he was pretty sure you didn't like hanging in the smell of manure and blood but he still checked anyways.

"What are you? Some kind of shuck tourist?" It was Minho's voice. Newt ignored his remark. "Can't see (y/n) anywhere," Newt replied.

"Ah, so you do have an interest on that girl." He smirked. Newt gave him an eyeroll. "Did ya see her?"

"Nope."

Newt turned around, facing the Homestead, pondering.

"Good luck on findin' treasure," Minho snickered. Newt kicked him in the leg playfully before heading off.

Nope, nope. Nope. He checked every room. Every room except for his. He checked the showers, the washroom, Slammer, but you were no where to be seen. She must be sleepin' by now. It was eight at night.

Newt finally gave up, an urge to find you again one more time lingered inside him, but he managed to brush it away. He walked up the stairs like a slug, exhausted from running around the whole entire Glade. Three times.

He came to his room. He was about to turn the door knob-door knob? I closed the door this morning. A burst of energy and anger surged in him, angry that someone had dared to open and enter his room without permission. He swung it open, the door slamming hard against the wall and stomped inside, only to see you sleeping in his bed. What the… His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, afraid that he'd woken you up. But you were still sleeping innocently, the blanket covered to your shoulders, your breaths even and calm. Newt stepped closer and examined you.

Such delicate looking eyelashes; soft looking lips; smooth skin… No, no, no, no. What the bloody hell are you thinking!? Newt snapped out of his daze. He wanted someone to punch him in the face so badly that instance. But he couldn't stop looking at you. I guess I'll just have to sleep...he looked over at, then the floor, back at you, then the floor. I guess I'll just sleep here then…

I woke up.

I didn't remember where I was at first, and then: Oh shoot! I tried to spring up to a sitting position but something was locked firmly around my waist. I looked down to see... Newt!?-His arms were around me and his face was right in front of my chest. I was dumbfounded. Nothing could compute inside my head. Newt wriggled around a bit, mumbled something. I couldn't tell if he was awake or not. "Newt?" I said quietly. No response. Okay, so he's asleep. Pretty much on my chest, hugging me. … I grinned, looked at his wristwatch. 6:42 AM. Well, someone will have to wake us up. I laughed in my head and lied back down, staring at Newt before falling asleep again.

(Newt was awake)

Minho

"Another day." I said to myself as I walked around the Glade. The sun was a semi circle of bright orange, the other half covered by the walls. Gladers were unfolding their sleeping bags and laying down to sleep. I looked at them, naming each Glader I could. I knew Newt and Alby slept in the Homestead, but I had no idea where other Keepers slept. Probably in the Homestead too, I answered myself.

I walked around the big pack of Gladers around the front of the Homestead, then went towards the Gardens. Something caught the corner of my eye. I looked over. It was a hammock.

At first I was thinking: What? And then curiosity took the better of me and I scurried towards it, delighted at the sight of a hammock. I've never seen this before… Was it always here? And I never noticed? I pushed my index finger down on the cloth material, checking if it was sturdy. I poked it a couple of times for no reason. Then, I finally built up the confidence to test it out. I climbed up, almost falling over a couple times.

Finally, I positioned myself comfortably. I stared at the setting sun, random thoughts drifting pass my head. Who sleeps on this thing? I wondered. Well, if no one takes this spot, then I guess I'll have to take over.

And then I fell asleep.

Minho: "Yep, see ya laters, shank," Minho dismissed his trainee.

He left the Map Room and headed to the kitchen to eat the dinner he'd missed. Seeing no one in the kitchen and no leftovers, he grabbed an apple from the fridge and sat down at a picnic table. He looked at the snoring Gladers and wondered where you slept. Obviously he knew that you wouldn't want to sleep with this big group of elephants. She sleeps probably somewhere more quieter, with more privacy too… He thought. Deadheads? Nah, maybe too scary. Gardens is a pretty quiet place…

Minho threw out the apple and decided to head off to sleep.

Upon reaching his sleeping spot, his eyes widened at the sight of you sleeping-in his hammock. He smiled. What a little shuck, sleeping in my spot.

At first he hesitated and pondered about to decision he was going to make.

But he finally resolved.

I woke up to a dark blue sky.

I'd noticed I was in the hammock. Why wasn't I cold during the night? I wondered.

I felt weight on my waist; I looked to see a muscular arm. I was frightened, but a rush of reassurance swept through when I saw it was Minho.

"Minho…?" I said. His eyes slowly opened. But then he closed them again and squeezed my waist before burying his face in my hair. "You were in my spot, and this happened." He said.

I was out of words for a second. "Well, sorry," I replied, not really knowing how to respond. Minho squeezed my waist again.

"You pervert," I teased.

"Pervert? Then why haven't you freaked out and slapped me when I first did it?"

"Because, just because…" I smiled and looked at the sky. He didn't respond. We laid there until we both fell asleep again.