The Glade's Stories ( Under Editing)

I Know Places

The day in the Glade was pretty mild, neither hot nor cold. Since it didn't rain, temperatures never reached neither extreme. it was so messed up...

The other gladers were all back in their daily activities, it was amazing how everything worked how it was supposed to in your little community.
The chaos was expected when you think about a bunch of 17 years old boys living together.
But that wasn't what happens at all. Alby was a good leader and everyone knew exactly what to do and why.
That was something you were very grateful for. The last thing you wanted was the responsibility of cleaning everything up behind all of those shanks, since you were the only girl in there.

But it wasn't like you didn't have your responsibility yourself. On that very moment, for example, you were making a pile of woods for the fireplace next to the west walls.
Zart had told you not to worry, he would do that later, cuz that was - on his words "men's work".
but since you didn't had anything to do that morning you started the damn thing. Plus you didn't wanted them to think you couldn't do something. And it wasn't that bloody hard anyways.

You finished much sooner than you expected, and were longing for a glass of cold water when you heard someone calling your name.
Turning to see who it was you were greeted by the vision of Minho trotting towards you. and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.
boy, oh boy, you feared that confrontation more than anything, and you didn't really wanna talk to him right on that specific moment. not when you where so confused about your fellings.
"okay play it cool" you murmured to yourself before open your eyes and force a smile.

"h-hi, minho..."

"cut that shit. what the hell's wrong with you?"

you frowned at how cold he replied, backing a few steps until your back hit the wall behind you.
"can I ask you the same thing?"

he approached, breathing fast, and put his left hand on the wall, next to where your head was and looked deep into your eyes.
he was too close. your knees buckled a little at how his body seemed to cover your own.

"we had that crazy moment together the other day and now you won't even look at my face. was that so bad?"
his breathing was fast and shallow, his chest - dangerously close to yours- were going up and down, and his lips were slightly parted. it was really hard for you to find your own words.

Alright, so the thing was: You were super atracted to Minho since day one in the Glade. You guys were really good friends before all of that happened. You love his attitude, his sassyness and his sense of leadership. And he was so hot, and good looking, oh my god c'mon! What girl wouldn't want him? And that was exactly what you were most afraid of, that he was using you to release himself but wouldn't be able to control his urges once he found out that you weren't the only option out there.
You wouldn't give yourself for that kind of shit.

"minho, what the hell were you expecting? we aren't a couple."

The look on his face were really indecipherable. he was really out of words but at the same time, it looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"i just expect that you woulda have the decency of at least look at my face."

his face was so close to yours.
you had to fight the urge to touch it.

"i'm looking now, minho. you happy?"

"not yet, no."

You saw the way his eyes darted to your lips and the way he licked his own and firmly held you by your waist.
you put your two hands on his broad chest, stopping the kiss that was coming.

"what is it now?" he grunted, closing his eyes impatiently.
"you know you want it."

"and how do you know that? " you asked, looking to his tanned face.