"Newt, we're almost out of the woods, you don't have to carry me anymore."
"Exactly, we're almost there, it's easier for me to just carry you the rest of the way."
"Seriously, I'm alright. See I can talk now, so I can walk too."
"It's not about whether you can or not."
"Then what is it?"
"Can't you just let me have one romantic gesture?" He asks just as we walk out of the woods.
We look into each other's eyes, neither of us knowing quite what to say.
When Minho sees us, he jogs over. "So, you guys finally got together?" Minho asks.
"No." We say in unison.
"Then what happened?"
"Gally tried to attack y/n."
"Where is the shank?" Minho growls.
"He's in the woods, all the way at the corner. I knocked him out, but I don't know if he's still conscious. Go get Alby and some others to carry him back and put him in the pit, we'll decide what to do with him later. I'll take care of y/n."
"Decide what to do with him? We are banishing him, right?"
"If it was up to me, there's no way in hell he wouldn't."
"Okay, you go take good care of her, I got this," Minho says, running off towards a group of gladers.
Newt looks down at me and whispers, "I will."
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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...
