"Hey y/n," Minho says, jogging towards me.
"Hey Minho," I reply.
"How was your day?" He asks.
"The excitement in the gardens was overwhelming," I reply sarcastically. "How was yours?"
"Mine was-"
Suddenly I am tugged away, Minho blocked by someone else's back. Ugh, it's Newt. He's my best friend, but he's always so overprotective. It used to be fine, if someone touched me in an inappropriate way or he could tell I was scared by something they said Newt would come and help me, but lately he has gotten out of control. I haven't been able to have a complete conversation with another glader.
"Woah, Newt! I was just asking y/n about her day!"
I try to step in front of Newt but he pushes me behind him again. "Newt! Let me go!"
"No, I'm trying to help you," he says.
"I'm just gonna go," Minho says awkwardly.
Once Minho is twenty feet away Newt turns around.
"Newt!"
A look of genuine confusion spreads across his face. "What?"
"What the hell was that?"
"I was helping you."
"Minho wasn't doing anything wrong."
"You have no idea what he was going to do." "And neither do you. Next time wait until I tell you I need you, okay?"
"Okay."
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Overprotective
Fanfictiony/n and Newt have been best friends for as long as she can remember (literally), but he's also been protective of her for as long as she can remember. He's got progressively worse to the point where he won't let y/n have a conversation with another...
