Where My Heart Goes (Minho x Reader x Newt x Thomas) |ON HOLD|

Chapter 1

Your POV

You brushed your hands against the floor. Your fingers collided with little metal holes. The design of a batting cage.

A batting cage. You could imagine a bright sunny morning. The clinks of a hand occasionally slapping the diamond shaped holes near base one.

The taste of a sweet ketchup melting on your tongue, the charred meat in between your teeth. The sudden cheer of, "Go Mets!" erupting through half the stadium. 

A loud donk of the metal bat  colliding with a beat down baseball.

But there were no faces. No player jerseys. Nothing. No names. Just blurs that you would see if you were the kid that couldn't read the chalkboard.

The kid who had to move up all the way to front to see.Except, close or far, it was all a blur. The cold metal pressed against your hand as you pulled away. 

You looked around, a world of black surrounded your quiet vulnerable figure. Wind blew strand of your hair as you turned you head around.

You craned your head up. You squinted, but there was nothing but pitch black nothings. 

"Moo." A cow. 

"Bahh." Sheep. 

You thought for a moment, digging through your mind for any sign of recondition. Just like the batting cage, you could see everything.

The landscape, the weather, the animals. But no faces. The only view of human living had a bur for a face.

You couldn't remember anything. Panic slowly crept into your mind and soon you were franticly scurrying to your feet.

You cupped your hands over your eyes and thought, straining your brain. Calm down Y/N. You thought.

You spread your hand out in front of you and tried to grasp something. Your hands opened and closed, searching for its lost piece.

You smashed you hand onto the closest thing you could find, a wooden box.

"Agh!" You screamed in agony. You rubbed your hand on your ripped jeans, surely pushing the maybe-splinters farther in.

About a couple yards up you saw a beam of light. Your eyes widened as you realized you were gonna crash into the roof.

You could just imagine the scene. This cage-like thing was sturdy, but based off of how fast this thing is going, that roof could smash you like a pancake.

Without the heavenly smell and thick maple syrup drizzled lightly around you. No warm doughy milky taste.

You covered your eyes once again and winced, ready for the pain. The cage jolted forward sending you to your knees.

Pain shot through your right arm as you wrapped a hand around it. Light flooded into the cage, right over you.

Heat over overflowed your body as you peeked open one eye. A loud thump came from the floor. Something had jumped in.

The figure came closer to you, bending down. In front of you stood a crouched down blonde guy.

"Hey- Greenie?" He had a look of confusion plastered on his face.

You took a moment to look at him. His dark, but thin, eyebrows were creased, but his chocolatey brown eyes look caring and sweet. His pink thin lips stood agape. He wore an elbow long white shirt. But, the white looked more like beige. Patches of dirt stained his face and clothing but it kind of gave him that cute scruffy look. His blonde hair was tossed around, like he had just finished working.

He placed a calloused hand near your ear and tucked a strand of h/c hair behind it. and his eyes widened. His look made you think you were bare naked.

 "Shuck.." He breathed.

"W-What'd you say?" You quiver.

"Did you just curse at me?" You inquire, defensively. You yelped at the end, after listening to what you sounded like.

"N-No! I mean.. er.. ur... your a girl.." He stuttered, sounding kind of British. His face softened, as yours hardened.

"No shit, Sherlock" You rolled your eyes.

Even though you didn't know why you were being so sassy, you kept at it. You didn't want these boys thinking you were gonna let your guard down.

The Brit's surprised face soon turned to a smirk. Unamused, you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like Minho's got some competition for his sass'Throne" He chuckled. You stared into his chocolate brown eyes, confused. Then, it hit you.

"Where am I? Who are you?" You looked around, unlocked your arms and placing both hands on the ground.

"Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?!" You asked, not even stopping for a breath.

Warm tears slid down your face, but you quickly tried to brush them away. They streamed down your cheeks, to the edge of your lip.

The boy quickly wrapped two arm around you, embracing you in even more heat. The toughness you were feeling slipped away.

"Don't cry, Love." He whispered. More streams of tears slid down your face, noticing he still hadn't answer your questions.

He must've noticed this because he continued,

"This is the Glade. I'm Newt. I'm not exactly sure why any of us are here, but we are."

"And it happens to all of us, its perfectly normal. If your us anyway." You wiped away the rest of the tears and nodded. There was no time for this.

"Come on Newt! Get the Greenie out of the box." A rough voice called from above. Newt chuckled and got to his feet.

He held out a hand for you to take and smiled. You cautiously placed your hand into his. His was slightly bigger, but not by much.

He wrapped his thumb and index figure around yours and pulled you up. You regained your posture and looked around.

About forty different faces looked down on you. You muttered a small profanity and looked around.

You wrapped your hand around a so-called rope and tugged. It was just a bunch of vines braided together.

Before instruction, you hopped out of the metal cage and planted your feet on the grass. It was kind of like the one you had imagined earlier, but a bit let green.

A tough dark skinned face greeted you when you looked up.

"Alright Girl-Greenie, I'm Alby." He announced, spreading his arms wide like we was a scarecrow.

"Welcome to the Glade."