Newt

There was a party that night, celebrating the arrival of a new guy. Everyone was laughing and welcoming the boy who couldn't remember his name; he'd remember it later, he was sure. But you were with Gally, your brother, who wouldn't let anyone get too close to you, claiming they were men who drooled over the mere sight of you. Newt was watching you from afar, a warm smile playing on his lips, sitting next to Minho who could see the way he was looking at you. He sighed and said: Minho: You're crazy, she's Gally's sister... she won't let you near her, not even in your dreams! Newt: And even if they warn the soldier, if he's in love in war he'll die. Minho just turned to look at you without saying a word. He knew it was a lost cause. He would do anything for you, and he probably already had something planned to get closer to you, even if it meant earning Gally's scorn. Newt continued watching you for the rest of the night. At that moment, he wanted to go and kiss you, but he knew he had to wait. Being patient would give him what he wanted: you.