Just Stay

fanfiction by molybdenum

Pairing : minewt

The Maze Runner

Writer : Molybdenum

September, 21st

Hi diary, I'm Minho. On the occasion of the first snowfall of the year, I'm going to tell you a story about a friend of mine. His name is Newton.

He suffers from cystic fibrosis. The name sounds strange, right? I thought the same thing when I first heard it. After that, I searched for information. Study it to find the best way to care for Newt. It made me know that statistics show that on average there are approximately 30,000 people in the United States who are sick with this disease. It has a great impact on the respiratory system.

It was a hereditary disease, there was no cure, and he was counting down the days until God would call him back to another world.

Therefore, since the middle of May of last year Newt has been hospitalized ever since. With me and friends from high school such as Thomas, Teresa, Brenda, Aris, and Sonia who came to visit often. Because his father and mother were working abroad for the reason that they were trying to find money to pay for his treatment.

But I think it doesn't sound very good to the ears. ..Even so. I don't have the right to express any opinions.

Um..let's talk about something else about Newt. I don't want to think about life and death. It looks a little depressing, right?

Newt and I have known each other since childhood. Because my family moved from Korea. When I was young, I didn't have many friends. Newt was one of the first people to get to know me. So I was especially close to him. Newt was just as mischievous as I was when he was young.

Did you know that he once poked Mr. Janson's dog? An uncle who lives two blocks away grabbed a branch and it came loose from the rope that was tied to it. At that time, Newt and I were running away in time. Finally, we both stumbled and fell on Mrs. Page's beloved rose tree across the house. Unfortunately, she came out of the house and saw us falling into her tree.

So she took me to see my father and mother. Until I was punished by not having snacks after dinner for two months.

But that's just part of the heroism that Newt and I have done in our neighborhood.

When entering grade 10 One day, me and my friends had a party at our house like teenagers. Of course, where there's a party, there's a game called "Fucking Party".

truth or dare

The person who started it was Thomas the Bottlehead. The game is going well and is fun. Thomas was finally captured as King. I caught number 7 Newt caught number 5. At that time I didn't know. That is, until Thomas orders the hottest question by having No. 7 and No. 5 kiss.

And that was the first time Newt and I kissed.

The saying goes that when the first time The second and third times will follow. I was able to prove it to myself after three days. ..Newt and I kissed again under the tree where we were sheltering from the rain.

And that was also the first time I realized that I liked-- no, I loved Newt.

More than a year has passed since then. Newt told me about his illness. He said there was no cure. He said he was like a ticking time bomb. I couldn't think of anything at that time. I could only tell myself that he would be with me forever. ...Newt cried. That day, I saw Newt cry in front of me..

I walked over and hugged him without hesitation. And tell him how I feel about him ..Newt stopped crying and asked what? So I had to tell him again that I love him. That day was the day we agreed to date. And it was like the happiest and saddest day of my life.

It was in May of last year after Newt and I graduated. Newt's condition got worse after that--

"Hey, Minho.." a hoarse voice called out. Minho's attention was pulled away from the pen and diary he was writing in.

"What? You're awake?"

"I asked.... What are you writing?”

Newt struggled to speak. Try to breathe in as deeply as you can before speaking each word. He put down his pen and diary. Standing up, he walked over to Newt, who was lying on the bed with a respirator on his nose.

“A diary, write your stories,” Minho said, smiling. When he saw the other person looking at him, he pulled out a chair and sat on the side of the bed. Raising a thick hand, he brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into Newt's face.

Newt smiled back, looking out the window to see white ice crystals falling from the sky, looking calm and cool but beautiful. Some lips moved and words came out.

"Minho.. come up here.."

A hand patted the empty space next to him on the bed. Minho paused for a moment before taking off his shoes and pushing himself onto the bed. He wrapped his left arm around Newt's shoulder. That's when Newt leaned his head down on Minho's chest. He tightened his arms around him, as if afraid that the person in front of him would disappear. The warmth of Minho's arms made Newt strangely comfortable. Newt closed his eyes again and spoke in an amused tone.

“Do you remember the first time it snowed in eighth grade? We were at school and you went and punched Gally in front of the school because you thought it was someone who put chewing gum on your desk..".

"Ah.. Yes, but actually Thomas did it because he thought my table was Ben's table, right?"

"In the end, you were punched by Gally, face down in the snow, and your nose started to bleed.. I really tickled you at that time.” Newt laughed hoarsely as he recalled the past. Minho's story..

"It's embarrassing. It's not my fault, Thomas. It's wrong to put chewing gum on my desk."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lee, you're always right," the blonde joked. Scoffed at Minho, who was serious about what Newt had brought up.

Snow continued to fall as the two of them continued to talk. Minho was happy to be with Newt all day and made the most of his time. Keep talking. He thought he heard Newt's voice. It was like a signal that let him know that the other party was still alive.

The conversation continued on and on. They had been talking for nearly two hours. Until Newt began to struggle to breathe again. ..Every time Newt has symptoms like this, it makes Minho feel bad as well.

"Minho.. can you promise me one thing.."

"Shh, don't say it yet, Newt."

"If I'm not here Promise me that you won't be sad for more than two months.."

Minho looked down at Newt. The other's eyes were filled with fear, confusion, and calm at the same time.

"No, Newt, say something. You have to stay with me--"

"Just.. Promise it, Minho." Newt gasped for air into his lungs, trying to get the words out.

"I promise"

Minho finally answered. Pale lips, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. It's like being relieved in some way. Newt pushed himself up and pressed his lips against the other's. before coming down to lie on Minho's chest like before.

"I love you, you know that right?" the blonde said, closing his eyes.

Silence swallowed the atmosphere in the room. Minho raised his own hand to shake Newt's hand. Insert your finger into the palm of your hand.

"I love you too."

Minho thought Newt was asleep again. But the way Minho held his hand made him realize just how low Newt's body temperature was. The heart rate monitor's screen showed a fading heart rate graph.

"Newt.. why are you so cold.. Minho asked. But there was no answer from the other side.

“Hey... come on.. you're making me feel bad..Newt!! Newton!! ---- Hey!! Is anyone there? Nurse!!"

He tried to shake the body of the person in front of him. Shouting to wake up A strong hand reached out and pressed the emergency button to call a nurse. And at the same time, the pulse detector beeped loudly. Nurses and doctors rushed into his room. Trying to help Newt That picture was one that Minho would never forget for the rest of his life.

September, 26th

Hey diary, it's Minho again..

I'm sorry for disappearing I didn't come to write at all. I'm busy.. Newt's funeral.. Yes, it just ended yesterday.

Amidst sorrow and tears.. I'm trying not to cry. As I promised Newt, in the end, every time I closed my eyes In my head there was only a picture of Newton.. I tried to hold back my tears. In the end, I cried like a fool.

I don't know if other people who have lost loved ones feel the way I feel. It was like my whole world collapsed when I first felt Newt's coldness. It was like I was helpless when I was dragged out of the room by the doctor so he could do it.

CPR

To Newt, I can't put into words how I feel about losing him. He is like my center. And it's like I'm the world When the center disappears I had to float away in the middle of nowhere, all alone, without gravity holding me back.

Damn it.. even when I'm writing this. Tears are still dripping down and staining the book. I just... feel like following Newt. To tell him how much I love him.. You know, when he was alive, I could count the number of times I said 'I love you' and if I could go back in time, I'll say more. I don't even know if he heard me when I told him I loved him while he was laying on my chest.

I just....... regret many things I didn't get to do with Newt. To be honest, I really hate this feeling.

Since Newt left me Every day I kept crying like a unconscious person. I punched the concrete wall next to the park Newt and I used to go to until there was a gash in my knuckle. I just asked myself the question. 'What's wrong with you, Minho?' But I couldn't find an answer that was good enough to answer this question.

Yesterday I decided to discuss with my parents that I would like to study at university in London. The reason? Everywhere, every square inch Everything in this city It only has memories of me and Newt. Every time I walk past each place It will be like a video that you press play over and over again. Each image keeps haunting my head.

Made me realize that if I continue to stay in this city...

I will never be able to forget Newt.

The flight is the day after tomorrow at 8 am.

good night diary,

Minho

Hello, this is Molybdenum..... //Dodge incoming shoes and palms

I'm sorry that a fic like this came out.. It's better than smelling too much glue mixed with a 250 page book. But I like writing AU.. //subnamta

This fic was written by myself. There may be some periods of confusion. Because we don't often write our own fiction. I'll translate it more.

orz

You can criticize and curse.

Read the disease details

cystic fibrosis

You can get it here ;333;)

Very cool, from molybdenum.

minewt is sad good.