𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? #minho

01

"Minho, hear me out."

"Minho, I wanna be a runner."

"Minho, wait up!"

It was always Minho this, Minho that. It had been a week since Y/N arrived in the Glade. She hadn't clicked with any jobs and found herself switching between cooking, gardening, and building (much to Gally's dismay).

And every day, Y/N would say the same things repeatedly. It reached the point where Minho would force himself to wake up earlier than before to avoid Y/N.

Of course, that never worked. Y/N was always standing beside the kitchen, smiling at him with his breakfast.

Today was the same. Minho tried to wake up earlier than Y/N but failed like every other time.

"Do you have an abnormally early body alarm clock or something?" Minho asked as he shoved a sandwich into his mouth.

"It gets boring in my little hut sometimes. So I come out and cook! And I always see that you're the first one awake, so I make you breakfast!"

Gally was forced to make Y/N her own hut. He didn't want to, but Alby insisted, more like commanded.

"I also noticed how you'd try to wake up earlier than me. I took that as a declaration of competition."

Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her lips upturned in her usual smile.

"So, about the"- Minho quickly cut her off.

"Enough about wanting to be a runner! I get the memo!"

Y/N paused, tilting her head to the side.

"I was going to ask how the sandwiches taste."

"Oh. Fine." Minho shrugged, eating another mouthful. Y/N hadn't mentioned anything about running, which caused him to get suspicious. Was she sick?

"Morning, Minho, Y/N." Frypan yawned, having just woken up.

"Fry, the stew is on the stove, and the runners' lunch is all made and packed. I had some extra time, so there are cookies in the oven too."

"You're a shucking angel, Y/N." Frypan firmly patted her shoulder before entering the kitchen to supervise the food.

"You sure have a lot of free time." Minho said, "Makes me a little jealous."

"This is why you should make me a runner."

Minho immediately shut her down, but Y/N was expecting it, so it didn't phase her. He sighed, standing up and stretching.

"You know," He said, pushing his empty plate toward Y/N, "Eating breakfast with you wasn't half bad today. You're tolerable when you keep your mouth shut."

The keeper of the runners jogged toward the map room to gather his supplies while Y/N smiled.

"Yes! Progress!" She shouted, choosing to ignore Minho's insult.

"What are you making progress on?"

"Back off, Gally!"