MIZPAH, tmr | minho

𝖝𝖝𝖛𝖎. stitches and soil

STITCHES & SOIL

She awoke in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets, her body being entwined with Minho's who was still fast asleep. Aurora turned in the bed so she was facing him, his mouth open slightly.

She poked him on the shoulder in an attempt to wake him up but he just groaned and turned over in the small cot. He looked as though he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon although they were on running duty today. 

So Aurora decided to shake him that time, grasping his shoulders lightly and shaking him back and forth. He still stayed asleep. Aurora was loosing her patience.

On his night stand (Aurora had spent the night in his room) stood a glass of water which she could easily reach. She pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed and leant over to the wooden stand, picking the glass of water up. Aurora took a deep breath before counting to three in her head, then pouring the water onto Minho's face.

She had enough time to place the glass back on the side so it wouldn't smash before he woke up gasping and wet. His dark hair now lay flat on his forehead, coated with water that was running down his cheeks. Minho looked over to Aurora who was quietly giggling and smirked which surprised her, before grabbing her arms and pinning her them beneath him.

He was on top straddling her, his legs on either side of Aurora's hips and his hands pinning her wrists into her pillows above her head. Minho leant his head down so his and Aurora's lips were centimetres apart, his wet hair dripping down onto her forehead.

"Well that wasn't very shuckin' nice was it?" Minho said, looking down at Aurora and eyeing her lips once in a while.

She tried not to laugh once more. "It wasn't my fault that you weren't waking up. I had ran out of options I'm afraid."

He chuckled in response and wiped a droplet of water that was trailing down Aurora's cheek with his thumb. She gulped and heat immediately went to her cheeks — changing them to a vibrant shade of red.

"You could've shook me — "

" — I did!" Aurora cried, trying to get her wrists loose but Minho just seemed to pin them down with more force effortlessly. "And it didn't work! Now get off or we'll be late to run the Maze and Alby will have our heads."

However that didn't seem to deter him.

Minho brought his lips down even more and they met Aurora's hungrily, releasing one hand from her wrists to place on the side of her face, his thumb resting under her jaw.

She smiled against his lips, now putting her free hand on his chest against the damp material that was sticking to his muscular chest. Aurora would never get used to the sensation of kissing Minho, never.

It was funny how they came together, even though in the most dire circumstances of being trapped in a Maze with no memories. But she felt like she had known him before, the feeling of his lips on hers and the feeling of his hands in her hair just felt so familiar like a far off dream.