A Glimmer Of Hope // (Minho) - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9: Encounters, and Plans

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✨Hope POV✨

It was a few weeks before I could get out of the stupid hut. I swear, I thought my eyes were gonna burn out because of the dullness in that damn building. Even though I could walk, I still haven't fully recovered. My sides still sting, and I am restricted to do certain things until I fully heal.

'Stupid Med-Jacks' I mentally cursed. Right now, I was in the kitchen, helping Fry with the dishes. I was so shucking bored. I heard a sigh behind me. Whipping around, I come face to face with Minho. Huh, the Runners must've come back. I didn't notice. Glaring slightly, I ask harshly,

"What are you doing here?" He just raises one of his eyebrows. Keeping eye contact, I cross my arms and walk closer. "I asked, what are you doing here, Minho." He still doesn't answer. I scoff. Frustratedly, I run my hands down my face. I turn away and get back to the dishes. I hear footsteps, but instead of getting distant, the got closer. They were right behind me, and I turned around, pointing the fork I had in my hand. Minho looked surprised, but grabbed my fork and threw it into the sink.

I narrowed my eyes, and he just scowled back. Walking closer, he backed me up to the counter. My breathing was cut off short.

"What do you want, Minho?" He stares down at me. I get annoyed and frustrated. I was about to burst. "God damnit! Minho! Answer me! What do----" I was cut off when he crashed his lips down to mine. I gasped, and he took this chance to deepen the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, and, of course, he won. When my lungs couldn't breath anymore, I pulled away. He set his forehead on mine. We were panting. "What was that for?" My voice was a mere whisper in his presence. He lifted his head, and looked me in the eyes.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you ask too many question?" I smiled and laughed lightly. He joined. Suddenly, the door to the small building opened and in walked Frypan. He saw us and our positions. He looked at us suspiciously.

"Hope, did anything happen while I was gone?" I shook my head rapidly. He looked unconvinced, but didn't press. "Oh, and Minho!" Minho turned to look at him. "Alby wants you." He groaned and jogged out of the kitchen. I went back to washing.

A throat cleared behind me. I froze.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on."

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💔Minho💔

I kissed her. I couldn't believe it! I finally kissed her! Me being overjoyed was an understatement. I was ecstatic!

I was so happy, I don't think a shucking Griever could contain me! Shuck, I am so happy.

To Alby, I skipped. (Yes, skipped) He was standing there impatiently.

When he saw me coming, he rolled his eyes and glared.

"What took you so long?"

"None of your shucking business." He scowled, but moved on.

"We need to talk." I had refrain myself from rolling my eyes.

"No shuck, Admiral Alby." He grunted at my sarcasm.

"Its about Hope." I stiffened at her name.

"What about her?" I asked.

"You need to tell other Gladers to back off. The girl is off limits, and I don't care what you do , but you, Newt, and Thomas need to make sure everyone gets the message. Understand?" I mock saluted him.

"Yes sir." He sighed and walked away.

So, he needs everyone to know Hope is off limits right? Perfect, I thought evilly. A plan was already forming in my head.

Oh, this was going to be good.

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Oooooohhhhh, what do you think he has planned?

Sorry for the long, long, long update.

I know it's short, but I'm running out of ideas.

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