𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? #minho

02

When Minho woke up, he was surprised to see Y/N stumbled out of her hut, messily changed and squinting. She groaned, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Well, at least you weren't late. How many hours of sleep did you get?" Minho walked up to Y/N, staring down at her.

"Uh, eight minutes? Not consecutively, but it's fine. You're not even that blurry." Y/N lifted up her hands as if that would improve her eyesight. She squinted.

"I'm not even that blurry? Slinthead, go back to bed. Jeez. You know what, training starts at eight." Minho shoved Y/N back towards her hut. She'd be no use to him if she was on the verge of falling asleep.

"But I wanna start training." Y/N groggily muttered, sounding drunk with the way her words slurred together, "I wanna be a runner."

"Yes, yes. Everybody and their dead mothers know that. But you can't train when you're in a state like this. Now, go into your hut and close those pretty eyes of yours."

"Aw, you think my eyes are pretty- Hey, where are you going?" Y/N frowned as Minho ignored her. She muttered under her breath as she walked back to her hut, falling onto her bed. She forced Gally to build her a frame because there was no way she was sleeping in a hammock. It was far too uncomfortable for her taste.

In under five minutes, Y/N was fast asleep.

"Where's Y/N? I thought you guys were starting training today." Newt looked for Y/N but failed to find her.

"Sleeping. Being the dumbass she is, she only got eight minutes of sleep. I forced her back into her hut because there's no way she could train in a state like that."

Newt chuckled as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. He was running with Ben, as per usual. They'd be taking the shifts all week while Minho trained Y/N.

The next time Minho saw Y/N, it was far past eight o'clock. He was sitting on the wooden benches, impatiently watching Y/N. When she reached him, she groaned and sat down.

"I still feel tired." She whined, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Well, that seems like your problem. You missed breakfast, so eat this quickly." Minho shoved a bread roll into Y/N's mouth and forced her to stand up.

"First lesson of being a runner, you don't get the privilege of sleeping in. So don't get eight minutes of sleep next time. We gotta build up your stamina, so run laps around the Glade until you feel like you're about to pass out. You don't stop until I say so, though. No matter how much you wanna throw up, you keep running. Go!"

Minho harshly slapped Y/N's back. She yelped and started jogging.

"Faster!" Minho shouted, "Sprint like your life depends on it!" Y/N quickened her pace.

While Y/N ran her laps, Minho crossed one leg over the other. He would occasionally glance at Y/N to see how she was doing. She seemed fine. Her breathing was even, and she was running at a consistent pace.

A few more laps around the Glade began to tire Y/N out. She looked at Minho, begging him with her eyes to allow her to stop.

"You lasted longer than I thought." The black-haired teenager uttered as he handed Y/N a glass of water. She panted.

"How'd I do?"