𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? #minho

08

Y/N almost didn't want to move from her current position. Minho was still hugging her, though his hands had slipped down to rest at her waist.

Minho stood between her legs, resting his head on Y/N's while she nuzzled her face into his chest. Y/N felt like fireworks were going off in her chest. The warmth from the hug made her feel oddly fuzzy.

Alas, Minho was the one to pull away first from the awkward hug.

"Ben and Newt told me their sides of the story. I need to know yours." Minho crouched down, taking a look at Y/N's leg. The bleeding had stopped, thanks to Jeff, but it still needed more cleaning.

"Uh, it was alright after we split up. I was jogging, looking for anything that could give us clues. The griever snuck up behind me, and I tripped while trying to get away from it. Hence my knees." Y/N motioned towards her battered knees, which had taken most of the brutal fall.

"You know," Minho tilted his head up to glance at Y/N, "Newt would always kiss my injuries to make me feel better."

"Are you being serious?" Y/N could imagine Newt doing that, but she couldn't see Minho agreeing.

"Yeah. It was kind of weird, but it made me laugh and that cancelled out the pain."

Minho tilted his head down but Y/N quickly pulled away, threatening to knee him. "I'm fine, Minho. No need to go there." She gave him a pointed look.

Minho simply shrugged. His lips curved into a mischievous grin as he finished wrapping thick bandages around her wound. "Your loss."

He lightly chuckled, which made an indescribable feeling bubble up in Y/N's stomach. She shoved it down and shook her head.

"You know, your lips look injured too." Minho leaned down, their faces inches apart. Y/N placed her thumb between their lips, creating space and making Minho pause.

"Nice try." Y/N snickered.

"That was shucking gross. If you're gonna be disgusting, do it in Y/N's hut." Neither noticed Gally walk in until he said something.

"What? Do you want a kiss from Minho too, Gally?" Y/N asked, which made the dynamic duo laugh in unison.

"Where's Clint and Jeff?" Gally asked, ignoring Y/N's snarky comment. "I need this treated." The builder held up his right hand, which had a nail going right through it.

"Ew." Y/N deadpanned, almost gagging at the sight.

"If you think this is bad, you should've seen the slicer that came in this morning. Almost had his fingers chopped off."

"Gally, don't scare Y/N." Minho warned.

"Oh, please, she got attacked by a griever. I doubt there's something scarier than that." Gally rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Minho, Y/N needs some rest." Clint uttered, Reluctantly, Minho left after being forcefully shoved out by the medjack.

"Oh, you so like him," Gally smirked.

"I do not." Y/N retorted, "Drop the subject." Gally sat down so Jeff could treat his hand, but he continued to stare at Y/N. He wasn't stupid. It was apparent Y/N had a thing for Minho and vice versa.