𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pranks - Part Two

My eyes peel open, immediately pierced by the blinding light reflecting off shiny white teeth spread into a grin. I squawk in alarm and yank my pillow from beneath my y/h/c head, bringing it down hard over Minho's face. The blunt force catches him off guard and sends his face crashing over mine.

Minho moans out a laugh. 

"Get off me!" I mumble against his cheek, warmth pressing into mine. "Why are you in my hut?"

Instead of obeying my request, Minho simply readjusts. His arms snake around my waist and he holds me tight in place as he turns onto his side. I wriggle, trying to get out of his grip, and open my mouth in protest, but he silences my unspoken outrage by pressing his lips onto mine. 

I gasp initially, but melt into the kiss. My fingers creep up his neck and brush his hairline. He pauses, gasping for air, and moves my hand away from the precious locks. I laugh.

"You have an obsession, babe! I'm gonna have to get the Gladers together soon so we can have an intervention! This is getting out of hand!"

Minho rolls his dark eyes, wiping at his lips absent mindedly. "The hair, y/n. The hair."

I frown at his hand. "Do I really taste that bad?"

"What?" His eyebrows scrunch together.

"You're wiping off my kisses," I pout. "Morning breath is not my fault. You're the one who wouldn't wait until I brushed my teeth."

Minho shakes his head and says, "No, no, it's not that!" 

I raise my own y/h/c eyebrow in question as if saying go on.

"Nevermind. Go get dressed, I'll meet you at breakfast," Minho hollers, walking backwards out of my hut, his mischievous grin plastered on his face once again.

I huff into my hand and sniff. It's not that bad, is it?

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"Slim it, you shanks!" I yell as the fourth group of Gladers this morning hoots at me. What is their deal?

"She's taken, slintheads!" Minho hollers from his seat at our regular table. 

I march over to him, pulling my bottom lip down in a pout. "Thank you," I mutter. "I don't know what's gotten into them today, but I don't like it."

"Beats me," he says into his eggs.

"Morning Min, Morning y/n- oh woah!" Newt clears his throat as he takes his place across from me. "What's going..." Minho shoots him a look. "You know what, I'm not even gonna ask."

"What?" I look from Newt to Minho and back again. "What?!" 

Newt shakes his head and busies himself with his breakfast. I huff in frustration. 

"Tellllllll meeeeeeee!" I beg, drawing out the syllables. 

A silent conversation exchanges between their eyes as Newt and Minho cast each other glances. Newt puts his hands up in defeat while Min smiles in satisfaction.

"Chuck!" I exclaim, looking up as he walks over. His eyelids droop, obscuring his view further behind the brown curls ruffled from sleep. "Do you know what's going on between these two? They won't tell me."

The younger boy hums a question but doesn't open his eyes. I slam my fist down on the table, making him jump.

"Jee- what the shuck? What is on your face, y/n?" Chuck startles.

My expression darkens. "What do you mean what's on my face?"

Minho scoots away slowly as I meet his eyes with a death glare. Something dark smudges his nose and suddenly I understand why he'd been rubbing at it so aggressively. My morning breath wasn't bad and neither were my kisses! He was just afraid that his art would rub of!

I lift my spoon, my face gazes up at me upside down. Sure enough, my upper lip is painted with black ink, the same used for the maps only the Runners have access to. The line curls out from my nostrils and twists at the ends like a spiral on a shell. 

"Really?" I say, deadpan. "A mustache? Are you kidding me, Minho?! What are you, thirteen?"

"HEY!" Chuck bursts out in outrage. I ignore it. 

Minho grins sheepishly and abruptly stands, knocking his knees against the table as he stumbles to make a run for it. 

"You're lucky you have long legs!" I shout, jumping in for the chase.

"Don't mess with the hair if you don't want some of your own!" He hollers back.

I shake my head, running my tongue over my teeth. "You better be ready for when I catch you, Minho!"

*A/N I sincerely apologize for how long this has taken me to complete. Sending my love to all my patient readers who haven't given up on me yet!! Totally fell off the face of the planet for a bit, but your girl is back and she may or may not have a little more experience in writing romance because some really cute, really sweet boy went crazy and likes her. I'm not screaming... anyway, thanks for listening to my rant! Hope you enjoyed! Comment some more prank ideas cuz this is gonna become a series sort of thing XD *