Minho's POV:
As usual, I wake up at 5.30 am,eat breakfast,brush my teeth, jog for awhile, come back to my room, shower, check emails and yeah.
speaking of emails.
I got an email sent by Macallia at 6 am.
It went like:
Hello.
I'm writing this draft for the third time for god knows what because of your humiliating act towards me during your training. I'm sure you know yourself the best and you yourself know clearly why you're just so annoyed at me. Perhaps if you'd stop being so mean and look at yourself, you'd be able to realise you have bits and pieces needing to be fixed and actually you are a nice person. I think.
If you're a warm blooded mammal and not any weird serial killer with mental illness I guess you can be good. Just don't underestimate me and what I can do. Sometimes girls can do things guys can't in some missions. And sometimes girls can't do what guys can't too. Its just how you see it. We can get along I'm sure. But. Fistfights and sexist comments about a totally normal girl does not solve problems.
Yours,
Macallia Hunter.
Hm.
I'll call Thomas. Everyone knows he had the thing on with Brenda.
Me: Can you come to my room asap
Thomas: kay. Be there in 5
Me: hurry. Urgenttttttt
Thomas: tsk tsk im a runner
Me: good that
I wait impatiently. The clock ticked by. I hear a knock on my door. Finally.
"Pretty fast eh " I say as I open the door and we do our fist bump thing. I point to the couch and he plops on it.
"So. What's so urgent I had to sacrifice my breakfast Brenda made for me?" Oh great.
"You see, I got this email from Macallia--"
"Woah woah woah so fast already? One minute you're fistfighting and then this? Dude your going fast!"
"NO!" I bury my head in my blanket and groan." Its an email. Okay. I don't know how to reply. I scratch my head," it's complicated much"
"Lemme see." He reaches for my laptop and click on my inbox.
" hello im writing this draft for the third time for god knows what..." he murmurs, "blah blah blah blah blah, if you're a warm blooded mammal and not any weird serial killer with mental illness I guess you can be good. Just don't WOAH..."
"What?" I ask.
"This girl sure likes you..." he continues reading. Shuck.
"Likes me? Dude its so obvious she hates my gut! She even kicked it! She called me an asian piece of shit." I scoff and groan again.
Thomas laughs.
"Dude you didn't even have to call me up!Just tell her your sorry, and be nice to her! Try being nice to her for day, without fistfights and arguments. Oh and write her a handwritten letter, more sincere."
"WHAT?!" I threw my hands up and I sat glumly, with my arms crossed. "So are you gonna do it or not?"
"Tsk tsk I'm a man, I can do this," I muttered as I reached for my stationary and rolled my eyes. This is great.
"Okay," I sighed," what do I write?"
Thomas looked at my slyly and folded his arms. "Dear Macallia."
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His Wolves
FanfictionMinho meets the new team member, Macallia. Right away they hated each others guts. They obviously wouldn't get along like normal teammates too. Through a letter, two letters and more letters they start to know each other better. But Macallia is c...
