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Minho’s internal clock had never quite snapped back to normal. It had been five years since he left the maze, four years since he arrived at the safe haven, three years since had gotten together with Gally, and he still couldn’t shake away his runner instincts.
Every day without fail, he would jolt awake at five in the morning sharp, kicking a groggy Gally in the process and spooking their pet cat. “Go back to sleep.” Gally put an arm around Minho, trying to tug him back down. Minho sighed, obliging momentarily. He glanced around at his house..his house.
It was weird, the fact he had a functioning life now. He had a job, a partner, his own little cabin right by the beach and two pets that he cared for independently. And yet, this one small trait he had stuck with him through it all. He managed to stay still for a whopping five seconds before he rolled over to face Gally.
“I’m bored.”
“Go back to sleep.” Gally repeated.
“Can’t.”
“Oh come on, you haven’t even tried!”
Minho scowled and shut his eyes, making an attempt at burying his face into Gally’s shoulder. Nothing worked, his mind and body longed to go outside and do exercise. Minho sat up abruptly and swung his legs off of the bed.
Gally just sighed and rolled over, too exhausted to deal with Minho’s morning antics for the sixth time this week. As quietly as possible, Minho got himself cleaned up, said good morning to their bird, Bill, and headed out of his cabin. He wasn’t really sure what to do with himself at times like this, so he walked.
The sun hadn’t risen yet but an early dawn chorus was slowly building up in the trees. A small grass cut-through towards the beach now had a dirt path through the centre of it because of Minho wearing it down with his daily walks.
The salty air hit his face, whipped his hair and made him feel stable. It was times like this that reminded Minho that he was free.
So you can only imagine his surprise when he was woken up by Gally a few days later.
“Morning sleepyhead.” Gally murmured, his voice hoarse. Minho blinked a few times, then yawned and tried to pull himself back under the blanket. Gally playfully tugged it away and laughed quietly, “C’mon, move your lazy shuck arse.”
Minho grudgingly peeled himself off of the bed and rolled out, stumbling around in the darkness. He checked his watch, 04:21. “What the hell man?” Minho groaned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
“What?” Gally smiled, looking too well rested.
“It’s too early, the moon’s still out.” Minho folded his arms over his chest, bracing himself from the cold chill that ran through the room.
Gally shrugged, “Five a.m. also seems too early to me, but you happen to be fine with that.”
“But that’s different!” Minho whined and stomped his foot down.
Gally threw a jacket at him, “Let’s go outside.”
“Seriously?”
“Take this as payback for you waking me up at the asscrack of dawn everyday.”
Minho huffed, “Touché.”
Once they were bundled up and cosy, Gally dragged Minho out of the hut and admired the still dark sky. Minho took a moment to look at the fading stars, but didn’t linger for too long, Gally was already leading him down to the beach.
“Pfft, who even are you?” Minho chuckled as the sea air hit him, waking him up slightly, “And what have you done to my boyfriend?”
“Shut it.” Gally interlocked their fingers with a cheesy grin.
The boys spent a short while just standing hand in hand by the shore, watching as the sun gradually began to ripple over the crystal waters. “This feels hella romantic. When did you go soft?” Minho laughed.
Gally whacked him with his shoulder, “You’re chatty today, and you haven’t even had any caffeine yet.”
“Talking of which…” Minho smiled lazily, “I could really do with a coffee right now.”
The sky turned different shades of purple and orange, and Minho realised that this was probably the first time he had actually stopped and stared at the sunrise. A voice suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts, “Hey, Minho?”
“Mhm?” Minho turned his head slightly, locked eyes with the blonde, then stared in confusion as Gally slowly sunk to the floor. “Gal what-“
Gally was on one knee. He looked sheepish…and he pulled a small box out of his coat pocket. “Fuck, wait..don’t do this to me.” Minho had no idea how to react and partly covered his face.
“Minho, you have always been there for me-“
“Gally-“
“You know me more than I know myself..”
Minho breathed in shakily as the box was opened, revealing a simplistic, silver band inside. “You sappy bitch.” Minho grinned, fighting down emotional tears.
Gally tilted his head to the side, “Well? What do you say?”
“Shuck yes.” Minho was beaming like a fool now, but he didn’t care. Gally’s usually stern eyes melted into warm pools of joy and he slipped the ring onto Minho’s finger. Minho flexed his hand excitedly, studying his new piece of jewellery.
“Where’d you even get a ring? Like seriously, how the fuck?”
“Curtesy of my new father in law.”
Minho blinked, then rolled his eyes, “Jorge is not my dad.”
Gally smirked, “I disagree. I didn’t even have to say his name and you still knew who I was talking about.”
“Shut up slinthead.” Minho muttered before pulling Gally in for a kiss.
“I’m getting hitched motherfuckers!” Minho yelled as he jogged to the canteen almost two hours later, Gally trailing behind him contentedly.
Thomas, Frypan and Brenda were sat at a table and all stood up in unison, “What?”
Minho flashed them his ring, “I’m engaged! Beat that suckers!” He grinned giddily as his friends gasped, grabbing and inspecting his hand.
”I’m so proud of you!” Brenda almost squealed and pulled Gally and Minho in for a hug.
Frypan shook his head solemnly, peeking at Brenda, “Thanks a lot Gally, now I’ve got to up my game.” He pretended to be annoyed, but the large smile on his face betrayed him.
And then there was Thomas. Minho paused momentarily as guilt seeped in. He knew that Thomas had lost the love of his life, and now he was rubbing in the fact he was in a happy relationship-
Thomas hugged Minho so tightly, Minho thought his ribs were going to break, “Congrats shuck face.” He then turned to Gally and held his hand out, “Be good to him.”
“Stepping up like a strict mother already eh?” Gally laughed and shook his hand.
Later in the day, Minho bounded over to Vince and Jorge and showed off the ring proudly. He also may or may not’ve scolded Jorge for not spilling the secret and being a part of Gally’s plan, but there was no bite whatsoever behind his words.
Vince planned a small event for them. Nothing much, a few guests, decent clothes and a nice view of the sea, but Minho wouldn’t have had it any other way. Aris made a point of acting like a preacher, making everyone laugh when he turned up wrapped in bedsheets.
“Do you, Gally, take Minho to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” Gally smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“And do you, Minho, take Gally to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” Minho could barely stand still, he was aching to kiss the stupid smile off of Gally’s face.
“You may now kiss the br- wait no, groom! Kiss your grooms people.” Aris whooped. Minho and Gally wasted no time, their mouths meeting in an almost fictional perfection. There were cheers from all of the onlookers and Minho savoured every last second of it.