𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༒ minho, tmr

twenty-eight ~ a dreadful feeling

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When Londyn woke up, she wondered if she had actually slept. Her body ached, and with every breath, her ribcage rattled. Facing the wall, she felt the coldness hitting her knees that were pressed up against it.

She could feel a warm arm around her waist and could hear soft breathing behind her. She wondered what time it was. There were no windows, no clocks, and so she wasn't sure if it was day or night.

The lamp was still on by the bed, and the room looked the same way it did when she had fallen asleep. The only difference was that her eyes were no longer heavy, and she had a dry feeling in her mouth. 

Escaping Minho's tight embrace, she managed to sit up. Looking down at him, she leaned down to kiss him on the temple, and he groaned softly in his sleep, shifting his arm up by his face.

Teresa still wasn't there. Her bed was still neatly made up across the room. Londyn hoped she was all right. 

Carefully climbing out of bed from the bottom, her feet touched the cold floor, and she snuck out of the room to go to the bathroom. The lights were still off in the main sleeping quarters, but a couple of the guys had their lamps on.

She noticed Thomas and Newt were already awake, lowly chattering with one another. Newt sat up when he heard the door open and close again, and he smirked over at Londyn.

"Minho in with you then?"

"Yeah," she answered, having to clear her throat after. "How'd you sleep?"

"I'm not sure if I did," he joked. "But I think that's a good thing. You?"

"Yeah, fine. And what about you, Thomas?"

Thomas barely acknowledged her, he was lying on his side with his head resting upon his arm. After a moment, he let out a sigh, sitting up. "Uh, yeah. Did Teresa come in last night?"

She shook her head. "No. I'm sure she's fine, though."

He glanced down at the floor. "Mhm."

"Does anyone know what time it is?"

"Not a clue," Newt said. "I'm bloody starving though."

Londyn chuckled wryly. "I don't even know what I feel like right now."

"Don't let the time thing get to your head," Newt advised her, hopping down from his bunk "Didn't have any clocks in the Glade, did we?"

"No," she shrugged with a sigh. "But it wasn't hard to tell since we could actually see the sky."

"You're just not used to it here, that's all," he comforted, before giving her a hug. "We're all a little messed up at the moment. Just give it time."

She pursed her lips together as she sensed a pun in his sentence. "Time?"

Newt shook his head, smiling. "No pun intended."

Laughing, she excused herself to go to the bathroom and locked the door. After finishing up, she washed her hands, and was greeted by a mirror in front of her. Studying her face, she was instantly reminded of the events during the last couple of days. 

A wave of remorse hit her like a truck, and though she was now energized enough to recognize the way she felt, she didn't think it was a good thing, as it came in the form of a striking pain in her chest.

When she left the bathroom, the lights had switched on, and almost everyone was awake. Minho was standing next to Newt, and he smiled once he saw her.

"There she is," he said, draping his arm around her shoulders after she reached him.