MIZPAH, tmr | minho

𝖝𝖛𝖎. the maze

THE MAZE

Exiting the Homestead, Aurora was greeted with the sight of an overly excited Lysander who kept jumping on the balls of his feet.

Aurora grinned at him, and he gave her a lopsided smile back. Lysander's pale green shirt was rolled up his elbows, the front of it was left untucked — showing a small tear that had happened when he had tried out for the job of Slicer.

She cared for him deeply, like she already knew him. It might've been the sense of deja vu, or how Aurora cared for everyone that made her have an overwhelming desire to protect Lysander — no matter the cost.

"So today we'll be running the Maze and mapping it. I'll be showing you two what to do so you can start properly next week." Minho said, causing Aurora to turn and look at him.

He was stood at the base of the stairs, with his usual blue top on that was also rolled up to his elbows. But instead of a small tear, was a stain from dinner the other night which caused a small smile to light up Aurora's face.

"What's for dinner?" Aurora asked Minho as they joined the dinner queue.

"No clue." Minho shrugged, looking down at Aurora. "Hoping it's not that shuckin' stew though."

She laughed and flicked a small piece of hair behind her shoulder. "That's unfair, the stew isn't that bad."

Minho sent her a look which was like 'you're arguing a lost battle' which made Aurora sigh and take a step forward in the line.

A few moments passed and her and Minho were at the front of the line, directly facing Frypan who grabbed a bowl for Aurora.

He used a large spoon to pour a liquid into the bowl before handing it back to Aurora. She accepted it gratefully and looked at the contents. Not stew, but soup.

Aurora took the bowl of soup and a small spoon over to a table where Alby, Alex, Gally and Lysander were already sat.

"You alright Aurora?" Alby asked as she sat beside him.

She nodded and took a spoonful of the hot soup. Minho then came down and sat opposite her and Alby, sitting in between Gally and Lysander — Alex was sat at the head of the table.

"At least it's not shuckin' stew," Minho muttered quietly under his breath as he took a spoonful of soup to his face as if he was inspecting it.

"Just eat it." Alby said sternly, eyeing Minho up and down dangerously. He gulped and obliged Alby's order, swallowing the hot soup.

Minho quickly spat out his mouthful, going down his shirt which would probably cause a stain. He then stood up, attempting to wipe the soup off but he was most likely making it worse.

"WHY IS IT SO HOT?" Minho yelled, stealing Gally's water and downing it quickly, much to his protest.

"MAYBE BECAUSE IT JUST CAME OFF A HOT FIRE?" Frypan yelled back sarcastically, before sticking his middle finger up at Minho when Alby's back was turned.