MIZPAH, tmr | minho

𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖎. griever sting

GRIEVER STING

Aurora and Minho left the Med-jack hut with shirt buttons undone and rosy cheeks. He was still limping with the injury on his leg, but this didn't dampen his spirits. Aurora had a small grin on her face as she left the hut, her hand tightly entwined with Minho's.

They made their way over to the kitchen where Frypan began to serve dinner, Frank also helping him which caused Aurora to stifle her giggle into Minho's shoulder.

The loved-up couple arrived at the kitchen and joined the lunch queue for Frypan's food, waiting to see what meal was on offer for the day. In front of them was Winston and behind them was Ben, Lysander and Alby.

"Any idea what's for lunch?" Minho asked, standing on his tiptoes to try and look over everyone's heads, "I'm so hungry I could eat one of you shanks."

Lysander turned to him and rolled his eyes, smacking Minho over the back of the head which caused him to let out a small groan. Aurora shook her head at the two boys and took a few steps forward to talk to Winston who was stood in the line peacefully.

"You okay?" she asked him, watching as he turned around and smiled warmly at her. His dimples on his cheeks were showing as his dark hair was sticking up all over the place — looking like a bird's nest.

"Yeah I'm okay," Winston replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Absolutely famished though."

Aurora giggled softly and nodded, taking a step forward as the line got shorter. She turned around to face Minho again and he looked annoyed, his lips pressed together in a frown and his arms folded against his chest.

"What's up with you?" she asked, placing a hand on his tensed biceps, her eyes widening slightly at the contact. Minho didn't notice.

"Lysander keeps flicking me," he grumbled, sending a side glance to him who was laughing with Ben at his reaction. "Stupid shank, I'll throw him in the shuckin' Maze if he doesn't stop."

A chorus of 'Ooos!' were heard throughout the dinner queue, mainly being led by Lysander and Ben.

"I'm absolutely quivering in my boots," Lysander chuckled sarcastically, "forgive me for not being intimidated."

"I'm intimidating!" Minho cried indignantly, unfolding his arms and raking a hand through his styled hair. Aurora shook her head at him, he really was not scary at all.

Ben and Alby snorted.

"You're a loved-up shank who likes to be cuddled, so I ain't gonna be scared of you." Alby said, causing Aurora's cheeks to heat up slightly as Lysander raised a brow at her.

"Yeah whatever..." Minho mumbled, reaching forward to wrap his arms around tightly Aurora's waist. The line shortened again, and Winston was at the front, receiving his dinner from Frypan (and unfortunately Frank.)