#mazeposting

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A/N: thank you all for the likes on my posts! im so happy that you guys have been enjoying my work😭🫶🏽 i tried a lil bit of Minhos pov this time. Enjoy!!

SUMMARY: Minho’s friends are noticing how he pays extra attention to you and encourage him to talk to you.

PARING: shy!fem!reader x Minho

WARNINGS: nothing fluff❤️

WORD COUNT: 1367

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Quiet, is what the gladers described you as.

You came into the glade 3 months ago, scared and alone. You didn't talk to anyone when you got out of the box, but, when you did it was only a few words.

It was weird for everyone to have a girl around, multiple gladers hit on you but realized it was no use when you wouldn't respond.

And when it came time to pick a job, you chose to be a Gardner. Ever since you first tried it out, you liked how it kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in the maze.

Everyone who worked in the gardens knew you didn't like talking much, so they mostly left you to yourself, which you were grateful for.

You just finished your work in the gardens and made your way to the kitchens, you didn't eat lunch earlier so you were starving.

You grabbed a plate of Frypan’s ham sandwich and hurriedly sat down. You took a bite of the sandwich, silently thanking Frypan for his cooking skills.

You went to take another bite when you felt eyes on you. You were used to getting stared at since you were, you know, the only girl.

But this felt different. You couldn't quite describe it. You soon chose to ignore it and continued eating.

On the other end of the stare was Minho. He hadn't touched his sandwich since he saw you enter, too occupied watching you.

“Dude, stop staring it's creepy” Ben set his sandwich back on his plate, still chewing.

Minho broke his gaze, turning to Ben, “I don't know what you're talking about”, eventually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“She’s going to notice soon that a random dude is staring at her,” he said, soon following Minho’s actions and taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Minho proceeded to ignore him, when Newt sat down across from Minho and Ben, setting his plate down.

“Hey Shanks, what's going on?” Minho watched as Newt took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Just eating with a creep who likes to stare at people” Ben responded jokingly causing Minho to roll his eyes.

Newt raises his brows in confusion “What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Minho’s been staring at Y/N ever since she stepped foot in here.”

“I know, this isn’t the first time,” Newt explains. “He’s been doing this ever since she came up in that box,”

Newt wasn't lying. Minho had been paying extra attention to you ever since you came to the glade.

He liked how you were in your own world, and never seemed to be bothered by anyone.

The following weeks after you came up, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop watching you, and furthermore why his heart beat every time he saw you.

He soon found himself telling Frypan to save an extra plate for you because he noticed how you woke up late most of the time and missed breakfast.

And while Minho did all that, Newt was watching him. He could tell how he felt about you.

“Why haven’t I noticed then?” Ben's eyes widened at the new information.

“I dunno, maybe cause you’re a slinthead” Newt spoke before taking another bite out of his sandwich.

Ben raised his hand into a fist threateningly, causing Newt to put his hands up in defeat. “You should ask her to sit with us tomorrow,” Ben suggested lowering his fist.

“I dunno..” Minho said, uncertain.

Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow. “Come on”

Soon Newt found himself joining in, “What could possibly happen?”

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And so that day Minho found himself asking you to sit with them.

You were in the gardens planting tomato seeds. You put the bag of seeds down to tuck your hair behind your ear when you see a pair of boots in front of you.

It was Minho.

He came back from the maze to see you working in the gardens, remembering what Ben and Newt said, he gathered the courage to ask you.

You stood up from your kneeling position, brushing you pants off.

“Hey uhh, Would you, maybe, want to sit with me and a couple of other gladers during dinner?” Minho asked, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing.

You were more than surprised, you were dumbfounded. You would have expected anyone to ask you that, but not Minho. Your heart was beating and you couldn't understand why.

You knew who he was. I mean, the man was gorgeous with his black hair and buff arms and he knows it. He had an amazing smile and furthermore, he was a runner.

So why was he asking you, a quiet girl who barley speaks, to have dinner with him and his friends?

You didn't know why.

“I..uhh..sure,” you said barely above a whisper.

“Okay, well I'll see you at, uhm, dinner” Minho kept his composure before turning around.

He couldn't believe it. You said yes. He made a mental note to thank Ben and Newt later.

He walked to the map room grinning from ear to ear.

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Later that day, Minho found himself waiting for you at the same table with Newt across from him and Ben to his left.

“What if she doesn't come?” Minho said, bouncing his leg up and down.

“Minho, it's dinner, where else would she go?” Ben rolled his eyes as Newt laughed at his response.

Minho’s leg stopped bouncing as he caught sight of you. You walked towards them with a ham sandwich (again) making eye contact with Minho.

Ben and Newt followed Minho’s gaze to you walking towards them.

“uhm..hi” you said, holding your plate awkwardly.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey”

Newt and Ben looked at Minho, waiting for him to reply to you.

“Hey” he finally met out.

Newt patted the spot next to him. You sat next to him and set down your plate, and soon after that the conversation between them began to flow.

“I only tripped one time!” Ben argued.

Newt and Minho laughed before Newt continued“I saw you trip at least five times and that was this week alone”

You found yourself joining in the laughter.

“Come on Y/N!, not you too,” Ben said in defeat.

You laughed, “I'm sorry, I can't help it.

He watched you, laughing, he’d never seen anything so beautiful. You'd always been so quiet, this was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

Ben nudged him in the arm “You're staring” he whispered.

Minho quickly looked away, not wanting to seem creepy.

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After a while, you all cleaned up. You were all planning to take a walk together but Ben and Newt said they had to leave so it was just you and Minho.

You and Minho were now walking together.

“How was the maze?” you asked softly.

That was the second time Minho had heard you speak above a whisper today. The first being when you apologized to Ben earlier.

“It was the same, nothing new yet. How were the gardens?”

“Nothing new either unless you find planting tomatoes interesting”

Minho chuckled. This was now the first time Minho had heard you tell a joke. It seemed he heard a lot of first’s today.

It turned silent after that. Not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.

You felt Minho’s fingers brush against yours as your fingers interlocked.

He turned towards you to find you blushing.

This had now been the first time he saw you blushing.

“I was wondering, uhm, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked “ Only if you want to I'm not going to make you do anything you-”

“I’d love to,” you said.

He stopped walking and turned towards you.

“Okay..well, uhm, great”

“Yeah,” you said giggling.

You look up, locking eyes with him.

You wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulder.

Minho lifts his head to see Newt and Ben hiding behind a tree. “Shuck”

“What?” She questions.

“Nothing” He looks back at Ben and Newt to see them giving him a thumbs up.

A smile grew on his face.

i am never lost. only turned around.

my mint plants are fresh and keep me safe.

i will find the exit to my own time - in my own time.

the corn does not call to me, begging me to approach it’s walls, to take that first step into the stalks, to keep walking until i sink through the earth, buried by roots and stalks and husks.

i am not hungry.

my backpack is light and easy to carry.

the scarecrows are not real and cannot hurt me.

brother bethaniel loves me and cares for my well-being.

i do not blame myself for getting lost turned around in the maze. anyone could make that mistake. i am not lost. i am not lost. i know where i am at all times. the exits dont all look the same. i dont question if i have been here before. why does the corn still look as fresh as it always does? days pass but nothing changes. i am not lost. i am just turned around. i keep turning but nothing seems to change. how big is this place?

my supplies are plenty and enough to last me for ages.

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A/N: first story!! feel free to give me feedback and enjoy!!

Warnings: nothing really just a little fluff ig

Word count: 843

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He's late.

Minho’s never late

You were starting to get worried.

You begin to pace back and forth, running all the possible scenarios through your mind

Did a griever sting him during the time?

Is he hurt?

Is Alby dead?

Yesterday, Ben was stung by a griever in the daytime. That night, Minho told you that tomorrow, he and Alby would go back to the maze and retrace Ben's steps.

That same night he told you, you lay awake on your hammock with a sinking feeling in your stomach causing you to get minimum sleep that night.

You planned to wake up early that next morning to say goodbye to him. Unfortunately, you were too late.

That whole day you couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

You were in the Medhut cleaning up when you heard voices outside. You left the hut and jogged to the commotion.

Many gladers were surrounding the maze with torches in their hands. You slow down walking toward Newt to ask what happened.

“They should be back by now,” Newt said, gesturing toward the maze. Your heart dropped, and that sinking feeling in your gut got worse.

“What happens if they don't make it?” Thomas questions standing between you and Newt.

“They're gonna make it,” Newt argues.

Thomas continued arguing about how they should send someone in there but you were too worried to care besides, you knew that was against the rules.

You were deep in thought when you were interrupted by the maze doors closing. The gladers, including you, started to panic.

“There!” Thomas shouted pointing toward something at the end of the corridor.

It was Minho and Alby but something was wrong.

Alby seemed to be unconscious.

“Hurry!” She heard gladers cheering him on and soon she found herself joining in.

“Come on Minho”

“Just a little more!”

“You can make it!”

“Minho, you gotta leave him!” But you knew Minho too well, he would never.

The doors were about to close when suddenly, Thomas ran through them.

“Thomas, No!” you hear Chuck shout trying to grab his hand but failing.

And just like that Minho, Alby, and Thomas were stuck in the maze

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Everyone was getting ready to set up camp outside for the night.

You sat on the grass near the wall when Newt walked toward you with a sleeping bag in one hand and a plate with a sandwich in the other.

You accepted both, thanking him.

“Eat up and get some rest,” he advised you as he walked away to his sleeping bag.

You tossed and turned all night wishing you could have run into the maze instead of Thomas.

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“Y/N, the doors are about to open,” Newt spoke out, shaking you awake.

You got up and hurried with Newt to the maze doors and pushed through the crowd as the doors began to open.

The corridor was empty. You couldn't believe it.

“Minho!” You yell out waiting for a response.

Silence echoed through the maze.

Newt placed a hand on your shoulder “They're not coming back Y/N,”

You turn around to look at him, shaking your head. “There has to be something we can do!” You argue.

“No way!” Chuck lets out.

You turn around to see Thomas and Minho helping Alby to the Glade.

“Yeah!”

Gladers begin to cheer them on. You were filled with so much happiness you also began cheering them on.

“I got him,” Jeff says, laying Alby on the ground.

“Did you see a griever?” Chuck questions.

“Yeah, I saw one”

“He didn't just see it, he killed it,” Minho explains.

They immediately decide to call a meeting.

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After the meeting and the new Greenie, You went up to the tree house tired and overwhelmed with all the events that happened.

You were too deep in thought when suddenly another pair of feet were next to you.

“Hi”

“Hi,” You let out barely above a whisper.

“How are you doing?” he asks, you let out a small laugh “ I should be the one asking you that.”

He chuckles, Then it goes silent again.

You turn to face him but you find him already looking at you. You wrap your arms around him. He stiffens at first then wraps his arms around your waist.

“I was worried about you” You whisper, not sure if he heard you.

“Who wouldn't miss my handsome face?” he says, causing you to laugh and hug him tighter.

You finally let go, looking him in the eyes.

“Promise me you'll always come back,”

He node “I promise”

You stare into his eyes, as he stares into yours.

He then began moving closer towards you.

You closed your eyes and then felt a pair of soft lips on yours.

You kissed him back passionately.

After a while, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“I'm guessing that means you like me too?” he says, staring at you with a slight blush on his cheek.

You nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

A/N: IM BACK!!!! sorry I've been gone awhile, I was going to start writing last month but the school started and all that AND as an apology I will be doing kinktober for the first time! (let me know if i made any errors)

PAIRING: gn!reader x minho

SUMMARY: Minho came back from the maze with a sprained ankle after running into a griever.

WARNINGS: nun but a little spice and Minho being down bad

WORD COUNT: 1665

You were in the Medhut organizing the new supplies that came up the box, while Jeff and Clint were lying on the beds.

You sighed, turning towards them “Could you guys at least help me?”

Jeff propped his head on his arm, turning towards you “We could”

Clint sat up as he added “But we don't want to”

You rolled your eyes as you turned around to continue organizing when you heard the beds creek behind you.

You turned around to see Jeff and Clint had stood up from their previous positions, their eyes on the door.

You followed their gaze to see Ben with his arm around Minho.

Instantly, you all rushed to action, helping Ben get Minho to one of the beds.

After you all laid him down, you went to grab some supplies and came back to see Minho trying to get up.

Jeff lightly pushed him, his head hitting the pillow again “You need to lay down”.

He rolled his eyes “I'm fine”.

“If you were, you wouldn't be here,” You countered “Is there anything that hurts?”

“No, because like I said before—I'm fine”

“What happened out there?” Clint said.

“We were doing our normal run then a shucking griever came out of nowhere” Ben explained “We ran hoping to lose it so we don't lead it here” Ben gestured towards Minho “We turned a corner and this shank tripped on a vine”

Jeff made a move to touch Minho’s ankle but Minho slapped his hand away.

“I can’t look at your ankle if you don’t let me touch you” Jeff snapped.

Minho glared at Jeff “I don’t shucking trust you”

Jeff scoffed then turned to you asking “You got this, right?” before he and Clint dashed out of the Medhut.

You sighed, turning to look at Ben with a pleading look.

He locked eyes with you before saying “Look, I would stay, but I have to go map.”

You sighed as you watched him leave.

As you were grabbing supplies, you felt Minho's gaze on you.

Once you turned around you made eye contact. Flustered, you look away as you set the supplies on the table next to Minho’s bed.

Helping Minho sit at the edge of the bed, you grabbed a chair and sat facing the edge of the bed, carefully taking his ankle and placing it in your lap.

You reached to the table by the bed and grabbed a pack of ice, carefully placing it on his ankle, earning a hiss from Minho.

You look up at him, apologizing “Sorry, tell me if I'm applying too much pressure”

He gave you a nod, watching you adjust the ice pack to a different part of his ankle.

After a moment of silence, you ask “Are you okay?”

“Honestly, I thought I wasn’t gonna make it,” He said with a sad smile on his face,” I told Ben to run, but that idiot shank helped me. But then again who could leave the most handsome glader behind?” he said, causing you both to laugh.

You were relieved that nothing worse happened to him. You would never admit it but you had a crush on Minho. You didn't know if it was the way he always asked you how your day was, or how he always helped you carry the new supplies to the Medjack hut.

Newt knew about your crush on Minho—well everyone did but you only admitted it to him—and he encouraged you to confess. But you never did because—truth be told— you were scared of being rejected and potentially ruining your friendship if he didn't feel the same way.

You had your suspicions at times that he felt the same, considering the amount of time you had caught him looking at you but you always thought it was nothing.

You began to wrap his ankle, trying not to put too much pressure—when a hiss escaped his lips.

Your eyes shot up to his, quickly apologizing “Sorry, I’ll be more careful”

You expected him to nod or give you an “Okay” but instead, a smile reached his lips, and he let out a small laugh.

“I'm kidding, lighten up,” he said.

“Very funny shank, you're lucky it wasn't worse.” You retorted as you finished wrapping his ankle. “Be more careful out there”, you said, getting up and placing his ankle on the chair you were sitting on.

He smirked, looking up at you, “I will”

After gabbing supplies to clean his cuts, you stood in between his legs. You put one of your hands on his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side.

You began carefully cleaning his cuts, too focused to notice his eyes on you.

He loves watching you worry over him and how gently you are when cleaning his wounds. And he especially loves the way you tilt your head back when you laugh, and how your smile instantly energizes him after a long day of running. To put it simply, he was…in love.

You being this close to him makes him want nothing more than to kiss you but he had to take it slow—after all, he wasn't completely sure you liked him. So instead he let his hands rest on your hips.

This action made you instantly aware of the situation, your breath hitched as your eyes locked

His hand reached up and cupped your cheek.

You let out a whisper, “Minho..” but it came out as a plea.

As his name left your lips, his heart began to beat faster and faster as your face grew closer. The smell of grass, wood, and a hint of sweat filled your nostrils.

Then he kisses you, tasting the sweetness of your lips, he never wants to stop. It went from a passionate kiss to something more. It was as if he’d gotten something he’d longed, craved, and ached for.

You both came up for air, his eyes searching for any sign of regret before hungrily pressing his lips against yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise.

You could feel his lips turning up into a smirk as you attached your hands to his hair, tugging on it.

He let out a groan, his hands sliding under your top, grazing your bare hip.

Tugging you forward, your legs moving between his. You feel his hard erection press against your pants.

You move your hand into his pants and begin palming his erection gaining a whimper in response.

You suddenly become aware of your surroundings, making you realize anyone could walk at any time.

You pull away “Minho..we can’t, not now.”

He looked up at you with passion, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Please (Y/N)..” he pleaded, that only made you want to give in but you knew you couldn't— at least not now.

“It's not that I don't want to, it's just that anyone could walk in on us.”

His grip on your bare hips tightened, “So let them, they’ll know you’re mine—you always were.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping away but couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your lips, “Come on Minho, you need to get some rest”

A frown places itself on his lips, “But I don't want to rest—I want you”

You gave him a quick kiss before carefully moving his leg off the chair and onto the bed.

“Get some rest Minho, please” you begged, knowing how hard-headed he was.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips. Just as you were helping him lay down the door to the Medhut opened.

Newt, Jeff, and Clint walked through the door stopping at Minho’s bed.

Rolling his eyes he asked, “What do you shanks want?”

Jeff opened his mouth but quickly closed it before sending a pleading look to Clint and Newt.

Neat sighed as he stepped forward and began,” Minho, you’re going to have to take a few days off— maybe even a week.”

As soon as the words left his mouth Minho sat up from the bed, getting ready to leave.

“Minho wait-”

“You need to rest-”

“You can't run like this”

Everyone began protesting at once, going to lay Minho back down.

He turned his head to Newt, “You can't be serious, I have to run.”

“But you can't Minho.” Newt protested.

“Come on Newt, we both know that once you leave here I'm going to find a way into that maze”

“That's why (Y/N) is going to take care of you and make sure you’re not going anywhere near that maze.”

Your eyes widened at the next set of information, “Why me?”

“Because while he's not letting Jeff or Clint lay a hand on him, he seems to have no problem with you touching him,” he said, gesturing to his bandaged ankle.

“I don't need a babysitter,” Minho said coldly

“Really?” Newt said, slightly amused. “You’re the one who said you'll head straight into the maze as soon as we leave.”

He stared at a defeated Minho before adding,” Stay and rest or you'll be taking more than a few days off.”

He glanced at Minho one last time before he, Jeff, and Clint made their way out of the Medhut.

You glanced down at Minho with pity, you knew how badly he wanted to find an exit.

“Minho I know you want to find an exit but we can't have our keeper of the runners run with a sprained ankle.”

He sighed,” I know..”

You wrapped your arms around him, his head nestled into your neck.

Pulling away you said,” Get some rest”

He shuffled to the left side of the bed, patting the space next to him,” Lay with me?”

Nodding, you lay down next to him. He moves his hand to your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling his head into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Goodnight, Minho”

“ ‘Night, (Y/N)”

And you both fell asleep holding each other.

A/N: feel free to request anything !!

Warnings: nothing but fluff !!

Word count: 1116

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You and Minho are considered best friends. You know it, Minho knows it, even the gladers know it.

Gladers would joke and say that you were two peas in a pod, Which is funny because everyone knew you two couldn't be more different from each other.

Minho, Being the Keeper of the Runners means he's the best runner out of everyone, Which makes his ego very high. Many gladers would say he's very sarcastic and mean at times.

On the other hand, you are a Medjack who's loved and adored by the gladers. Gladers describe you as kind and gentle.

It was a shock to everyone when you two started hanging out more often.

Now it's considered a normal thing because of how many times you guys are together.

Everyone in the glade says you're more than friends but you and Minho disagree.

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You were lying on a bed in the Medhut, Jeff and Clint on the bed next to you.

Things had been quiet, which was surprising because usually the Slicers were always getting hurt.

You got up from the bed and made your way to the kitchens.

Frypan was always complaining that no one ever helped him in the kitchens. And since you had nothing to do, you decided to go help him.

You walk up to the kitchens and spot frypan right away.

“Hey!” you said sprinting towards him.

He turned around surprised to see you there.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he questions

“Everything has been quiet in the Medhut so I decided to come help you,” you spoke as you jumped up on the counter.

“Help?” he asked “you mean just sit there and talk?”

“I would never!” you said jokingly putting your hand on your chest in an offended manner.

“Well since you're here to help, could you cut these for me?” he said motioning to the pile of potatoes next to you.

You got off the counter, grabbed a knife, and began cutting potatoes.

You continued to cut the potatoes but accidentally cut your finger. You hissed, dropping the knife.

“You okay?” Frypan asked as he stopped cutting tomatoes.

“Yeah,” you say nodding, picking up your knife, and continuing to cut the potatoes.

As you begin to transfer the potatoes to a pot, you hear footsteps coming toward you.

You look up to see Minho jogging towards you.

You smile waving at him.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“It's been a quiet day in the Medhut, so I came here to help Frypan,” you said, turning around to face him.

He nods but his eyes seem to be looking at something behind you.

You turn around to see Ben, waving Minho over.

“Well, I have to go but be careful,” he said, leaving the kitchen and jogging to Ben.

You turn around, grabbing the pot and handing it to Frypan.

“So, what was that about?” he asked, taking the pot from you and placing it on the stove.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, not sure what he was talking about.

“The “Be careful”?” he asked as he began to cut onions.

“He was just telling me to be careful, what's wrong with that?”

“Why would he jog all the way over here to talk to you for 5 seconds?” he questioned.

You shrug your shoulders, not knowing the reason yourself.

“Come on. Everyone sees the way you two look at each other”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you said, plainly confused.

“I mean did you ever consider that you may like him?”

You turn your head to look at him “What?”

“Just a thought.”

You begin to clean the counter “Yeah, okay”

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That night, you lay on your hammock thinking about what Frypan had said.

Could you really like Minho?

I mean you guys were together all the time, and sure your heart beats a little faster whenever he's around. But that doesn't mean anything.

Right?

Then it strikes you. You really do like Minho.

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The next day, you find yourself ignoring Minho. You knew that it would be weird now that you finally acknowledged the fact that you liked him.

You were cleaning up the Medhug while Jeff was helping Winston.

“I'm gonna go find Clint,” Jeff spoke, walking out of the Medhut, leaving you alone.

You soon finished cleaning and turned around to find Minho leaning against the door frame.

“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.

He holds up his finger, which has a paper cut.

You motion for him to sit on the bed. As he sits down, you go and grab a Band-Aid, unwrap it, and make your way back to him.

You grab his finger and wrap the Band-Aid around his finger.

After you're done you look at him, but he’s already looking at you. You quickly diverted your gaze away from him

“All done,” you said as you turned to walk away when Minho grabbed your hand.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“What do you mean?” you said trying to act clueless.

“You know what I mean. What's going on with you? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“No, you didn't do anything,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“Then what's wrong?”

You sighed “ It’s nothing, just something Fry said.”

“What’d he say?”

“He just said something about how we look at each other and..”

“And?” he asked, waiting for you to continue.

“And asked me if I had ever considered that I may like you,” you said hesitantly as you put your hand on the bed.

“Well..have you,?” he asked, your hands brushing against each other.

You turn your head away from him “Maybe..”

“What if I told you that I may have considered that I like you too?”

You turn your head towards him.

“Seriously?” you ask.

He nods “Seriously”

He puts a hand on your cheek as he leans in.

As your lips were about to touch yours, you heard a cough.

You both quickly distanced yourselves and turned around to see who the cough belonged to.

You saw Jeff and Clint who were giggling like girls and whispering “I told you so”

“We’ll just leave” Clint said as Jeff nodded.

As soon as they both left, Minho grabbed your chin and kissed you.

You were shocked but soon melted into it.

You put your hands on his neck as his went around your waist.

You both pulled away to catch your breath.

“I should probably ask you out right now.”

You laughed “Yeah, you should”

“Would you like to go out with me?”

“I would love to.”