You watched Newt in the distance, taking care of the new Greenie on his first day. You sighed for no reason at all, and then someone smacked you on the back.

"Why so glum, sister?" Minho asked in a mocking voice.

"I'm just tired," you replied.

"Yeah, sureee. I saw what you did there."

"Oh, and what did I do?"

He took a step closer to you, leaning to your ear. "You were watching him, weren't you?" He smiled devilishly. You silently gulped, knowing you were caught.

"Yeah… I was. And what's so bad about that?"

"Don't even try, (y/n). It's futile," he said rolling his eyes. Then he smiled again. "Well?"

You gave up and decided to go along with him. "Well?"

"Whatcha gonna do about it?"

"What are you talking about?"

He rolled his eyes again. "Don't try to be a stupid shank now, will ya? You gotta do somethin' about it, dude. Like, confess," Minho smirked. You felt a bit embarrassed but you shook it off.

"Mind your own business, thanks," you said a bit more harshly than intended. Minho put an arm around your neck and pulled you closer.

"You gotta, kiss him," he whispered into your ear, then he pulled away winking. With nothing else to say, you scrunched your face in disgust.

"Like I said, mind your own business, Minho," you grumbled. He chuckled in response.

"If ya need anything else, you can always come to me," he said. This time you rolled your eyes at him.

You kept your distance from Minho, which made you stay a distance from Newt. It was dinner, and you sat by yourself on a picnic table and ate quietly by yourself.

"So boring, (y/n)," you heard Minho from behind. "Scared to get a little advice?" He chuckled.

"Since when were you some kind of advice-giver?" You retorted. He chuckled again, making you get on nerves.

"Funny when you're mad, ya know."

You furiously grumbled, seeing there was no point in arguing back. "Since when did you ever get a silver tongue?" You mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He leaned an elbow on the table with a careless expression. "Nothing? Alright then."

You two ate in silence for the most part. You tried not to take glances at Newt as he was busy escorting the new Greenie.

"Hey, Newt!" Minho called out beside you. Your heart stopped. You glared at Minho sideways, he smirked, looking straight ahead. You slapped a hand on his shoulders, but he nudged you off.

"Come here~"

"Minho. I will. Kil-"

"It's an emergency~"

Newt faced you two with a confused face. "What is it? Don't ya see I'm quite busy?" Newt called out.

"See, he's busy-and you're annoying, so-"

"I said it's an emergency," Minho asserted. Newt gave Minho a confused look, told the Greenie to go off on his own. Then, he walked up towards you two with careless body language.

"Newt, Minho's just bored, you can go back-"

"(y/n) has something to announce to ya, real important, you don't wanna miss it, even if it cost ya-"

"Shut up," you blurted. Minho gave you a hard stare, while Newt slowly walked towards you feeling more confused than ever. Minho stood straight and gave your head a little shove.

"You'll thank me later, shank," he said before going off. Newt stared at Minho, then slowly sat down in front of you.

"What's up?"

"Uhh. Nothing much."

"This emergency...what exactly…"

You cut him off by laughing awkwardly. "Minho-he's just playing around."

"Min's not that type of guy. You're hiding somethin'." His lips slightly curved upwards.

"Accusing me?"

He smiled. "Hmm. I know you're hiding somethin', why don't ya just tell me?"

You gave him a hard stare. Finally, you took in an exasperated breath. "Fine, fine fine-it's all Minho's fault. Send him into the Slammer for a year," you looked at him in the eye, surprised how confident you felt all of a sudden. "Geez...Minho…" you softly grumbled. Newt raised a brow. You waited a couple of seconds before speaking.

"I. Like. You."

You two stared at each other for a long moment, nervousness slowly crept up as each second of weird silence passed by.

"Minho doesn't deserve to be in the Slammer, shank," he finally said.

"See, (y/n)? Wanna thank me now?" Minho called out from behind.

Priorities slowly getting done, almost back to the writing track~