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Minho swung the homestead door open and hurried to his room. Did he really kiss Gally!? He reached his room opened the door and slammed it shut! Hard enough that he felt his room shake.
Minho sank to the floor.
His heart was beating faster than ever before. Why did he do that!? They don't even like each other!! They're not dating!? What...what would Gally think of him? Does he even like him like that!?
Gally is gonna kill him, Minho is dead man...
Knock knock
"Fuck..."
Minho slowly rose up and carefully opened the door to find...
"Newt?"
"Ah, Minho glad you're here, mate. Say, I need to ask you something."
Shit, was he already caught? Is he that obvious?
"Here."
Newt handed him a notepad and a pencil. Right, the next supply drop is next week.
"Write down things you and your runners need."
"Oh, uhm, thank you, I'll get to it."
Minho took the supplies from Newt's hand and realized other keepers had already written on the notepad. He wondered if Gally had written something down?
"One more thing: when you see Winston, tell him to do the same! Couldn't find that shank!"
"Right. Night, Newt."
Newt nodded his head and headed off to his room. Before Minho could sleep for the night he had to shower; he smelled like shit. He tossed the notepad on his desk and started grabbing his clothes and towels.
Though the thought of him kissing Gally still hasn't left his mind. It made him feel funny when he thought about it.
Like...like butterflies in his stomach.
***
On his way back, it was dark, and only the faint light from the moon was Minho's light source. He reached the homestead, carefully and quietly, Mihno opened the door.
He walked past a few sleeping gladers who were slumped on the couches and headed upstairs to his room.
Minho's mind was filled with the memory of him kissing Gally.
'Why'd you even do it?'
Is a question that has been repeated in Minho's mind countless times. It's getting annoying.
BAM!
Minho crashed into someone; can this get any worse!? Minho saw a hand in front of his face; the poor guy was helping him.
He looked up and saw his eyes, it was Gally...
His green eyes shone beautifully in the dark, kinda hard to miss them.
Minho's heart was racing again. Gally may not be that attractive to some...but his eyes were beautiful, like the grass that swayed in the wind, here in the glade.
Minho could stare at them until the end of time. He looked down and saw that Gally had a cup in hand, and he was shirtless!
Dear God...
Minho hoped that Gally couldn't see his face turn red. Gally was a good two or three inches taller than him, so... That means Minho bumped into his bare chest!!
"You okay? Minho?"
"Yeah...Sorry bout that, didn't see you there."
"That's fine, hey...I wanted to a-"
"Night, Gally!"
"Wait!"
Minho ran back to his room and didn't look back. He swiftly opened and closed his room door.
And crashed into bed.
Minho laid their for a bit before reaching out to his bedside table.
He grabbed a small mirror and looked at himself, though he couldn't see well; the moonlight helped a bit.
He was red as a tomato.
"Fuck..."