Fifth Stop on the Blue Line.

Translated fanfiction by MOLYBDENUM

Pairing : Minewt

The Maze Runner

Original : Click

There's a cute guy in the car today too.

Images of the other party flashed through Minho's half-forgotten eyes. His brain was not processing efficiently like every morning at 5:45 a.m. It was like a thought that came up without any filtering at all.

It was the middle of October. Minho started to wake up early and arrived in time for the 5:00 a.m. bus. In order to not be late It was very difficult for him not to fall asleep every time he sat down. So he chose to stand and hold onto the hoop instead. But that only helped a little.. Really just a little bit.

Because Minho still rested his heavy head on his arm and fell asleep. It's also good to have braking power from the entire car when it stops at each stop. He woke up and didn't fall asleep until the stop he had to get off.

Yesterday was a cold day, which was a boring day for Minho. But today, there was a man who he considered cute in the car. His lips were serrated. His ears and cheeks were pink from the cold weather outside. The soft, pale golden hair matched the other's white skin very well.

Minho could only remark how many people could look this good wearing old, stained jeans.

Minho's dark brown eyes looked at the other man who was sitting in his seat and turned his head to look out the window at nothing but the road, the trees planted in between the lanes moving quickly because of the speed of the car.

But the blonde still looked away. That made Minho unable to stop looking at the other person and he finally discovered one of his hardest things as well. It is taking your eyes off the person who made you look happy like never before.

Minho got off the bus three stops later. He tried to forget that person.

The next day, Minho met that cute guy again.. The next day.. the day after that was the same.

It lets him know that He couldn't forget.

It was late November. Minho couldn't help but smile when he saw the blonde start to wear a scarf and a thick jacket. He thought, how cute is that?

The smile on Minho's face grew even more when he saw the other person use his slender fingers to touch the surface of the glass. Draw curved lines into various shapes on the foggy glass.

Thousands of questions bombarded Minho's head. What kind of music does he like to listen to? Why did he get on the bus early? What's his name? Which stop will he get off at? How is his life? And Minho asked himself again.

... How should I get to know him?.

The next day, Minho decided to ride a little further past the stop. To see which stop the other party got off at.

But he seems to be a coward.

Minho ran out of the car at the stop he got off like every day. It was only a few seconds before the car left the stop.

It was early December when Minho thought he would have to deal with this.

“Excuse me, is there anyone sitting here yet?!?” he asked, but the other person was slightly startled because Minho shouted out in extreme nervousness after gathering up his courage for two months.

Minho felt like he wanted to throw himself out the car window or dive into the ground right now.

Before the blonde could open his mouth and say anything, The bus suddenly stopped at a stop. The force of the braking caused Minho to nearly fall to the ground.

He looked out the window. The symbol of the station sign made him curse at this sudden timing.

“Termites.. I'm just joking. I just got off at this sign...uh.. I mean I want to....."

The blonde's dark eyes looked at Minho with a face that only had a quest mark on it.

“Sorry!”

Minho ran out of the car.

He turned to look when he walked some distance away from the car. But he noticed the other person looking at him from the rear window with a smile on his face. before the car moves forward again.

The next day was Saturday. And Minho is really happy that he doesn't have to take the bus today.

It was two weeks before Christmas. Minho still felt embarrassed, confused, and uncertain after that day. His eyes looked at the usual seat of the person in Minho's mind.

It's empty

"Hey"

There was a nudge next to his shoulder. Minho then moved out of the way to his side. “Sorry—“

His eyes looked down instinctively. He saw a familiar blonde. The other person raised his head slightly, meeting his eyes.

That made him know that the color of the other person's eyes was dark brown.

“Oh— hi.” The sound of his heart pounding in his chest was louder than the sound of the car door closing.

“Is there anyone standing here yet?” the other person asked as he inserted his finger into the loop next to Minho's and smiled. ..Smile like Minho has always liked and always will.

“No— I mean.. ah.. not yet.”

“My name is Newt. pleased to meet"

.”Minho.. Minho Yi.”

“Let me ask you something, Minho.” Slender fingers removed the headphones from his own ears. Then moved closer to Minho.

“What?”

Newt spoke softly. It was as if he was about to tell some secret.

“Will something happen? If you're a little late today."

Newt smiled again.

The next day was Wednesday.

The two regular passengers did not come to board the bus today.

Fin.

Hello, let's meet again with the old molybdenum-----

This is our second translated fic. Many people may wonder. "Last story, you were still Newtmas, weren't you?" The answer is......

We stepped on many boats----- so the next translation might be Tominho.

In fact, we chip in every pair. Sam P still chips.

Same as before. The language we use, we've tried to polish it. If you read this and are confused or don't understand, please comment.

I love everyone.

Minewt is good.