Head or Heart [Minho x Reader x Thomas]

Chapter 15 | Goodbye, Dormitory

I woke up by the beeping sound of my digital watch on my wrist.

I slowly opened my eyes and Minho's face greeted my sight. He probably has a peaceful sleep because he probably would be awake by now because of the annoying beeping sounds around him.

There's just something about watching your boyfriend sleep, really.
It's adorable.

He's quietly snoring and he scrunches his nose, then snored again. I giggled, greatly amazed of this beautiful creature in front me.

I look at my watch, 5:02 am.

One hour left 'till we leave this dormitory.

I sat up and faced Minho again. "Rise and shine, shuck-face!"

Minho's eyes snapped open and realizes that it was just me.

"You don't have to wake me up like that." He said. His morning voice makes me feel some type of way.

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, sitting up in the process.

Well. That sight would be the death of me.

"C'mon, we still have to get ready." I said, standing up and preparing all the things we need.

I grabbed my towel and clothes on the closet, while Minho stared at me the whole time.

"Something interesting, Minho?" I said, crossing my arms.

"You're making it hard for me to not kiss you in front of everyone here." Minho replied.

"Uh, sorry?" I said sarcastically, poking his nose.

I saw Thomas walk out of the bathroom, droplets of water from his hair.

He saw me, then flashed me a gentle smile. I smiled back as he sat on his bed.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said to Minho, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Want me to join you?" He said.

"In your dreams, shuck-face." I pinched his nose, only to receive a small grunting noise from him.

I stepped in the bathroom, locking the door. I took all my clothes off and turned on the shower tap.

I let my body feel the coolness of the water. Who knows when I will be taking a shower again?

I rubbed the soap on my skin, put some shampoo on my hair, then after a few minutes I rinse all the bubbles on my body.

I stayed like that for a while, but then I remembered some Gladers might be waiting outside.

I turned off the shower and wrapped my towel around my chest.

I take a look in the mirror and brushed my hair, then decided to put all of my fresh clothes.

I unlocked the door and stepped out, Newt leaning against the door frame, arms crossed.

"Thought you're gonna stay there forever," Newt said.

"Sorry, the water felt so good." I smiled.

"Sure is," Newt smiled, then pats my shoulder. "Go. Your bloody boyfriend is waiting for you."

"Whatever," I chuckled. "Shower well, I guess?"

"Thank you." Newt rolled his eyes, laughing, then he stepped inside.

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After all the Gladers were ready, I spoke up, "If someone wants to stay here, speak now."

All the Gladers looked at each other, fortunately no one said anything.

"We've got three minutes," Minho said, for once looking completely serious. "Everybody sure they still wanna go?"

I nodded, noticed others doing the same.

"Anybody change their mind overnight?" Minho asked. "Speak now or never. Once we go wherever we're going, if some shank decides he's a sissy pants and tries to turn back, I'll make sure he does it with a broken nose and smashed privates."

"Does it have to to be the private part?" I muttered.

Minho winked at me and I gave him a 'what-the-shuck' look.

"Whatever we hear, feel and see, we have to keep going. Alright, shanks?"
I said.

The Gladers nodded again, some muttered few yeses and yeahs. I noticed Newt groaned as he leaned against the wall.

Minho seems to notice because he asked, "Newt, you got a problem?"

"Uh... no. Just admiring your bloody leadership skills." Newt looked at me. "Y/N's too."

"Thanks." I muttered.

Minho pulled his shirt away from his neck, leaned over to show everyone the tattoo there. "What does that say, slinthead?"

Newt glanced left and right, his face blushing. "We know you're the boss, Minho. Slim it."

"No, you slim it." Minho retorted, pointing at Newt. "We don't have enough time for that klunk."

"Don't be mean." I said.

Just as Minho was about to say anything, one of the Gladers shouted, "It's six o'clock!"

As if the proclamation triggered it, an icy grey wall appeared outside.

"Come on!" Minho yelled. "Y/N and I'll go first. Thomas, go last, make sure everyone else followed me behind."

Thomas nodded as he tightened his grip on his backpack.

"See you shanks on the other side." Minho said, looking at me and lacing his fingers with mine.

"Ready?" I asked.

Minho smirked, facing the grey surface. "Oh, I was born ready."

I rolled my eyes, squeezing his hand, and we both stepped in the icy, murky grey wall, swallowing both of us whole.

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