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Since that crazy night you had with Minho, you basically move to his room. It didn't made any sense sleeping in different beds since you guys stayed until late together. The thought that you would meet him at the end of the day was what give you strength to live through the amount of work you had lately.
but when you think about how you eventually would finish up your hardworking day, an automatic smile appears to you frowning face. Minho knew exactly how to make you relax. Sometimes he would wait for you in the bed, giving you some extra bad massages, which makes you wince in pain and laugh hard at how hard he's trying. And some nights he would wait for you naked in the bathroom. That ones was your favorites. There's nothing you liked more in the world than lazy sex with your boyfriend under hot water. Everyone in the Galde knew by now you guys were dating. And you were surprise at yourself to find that you didn't even care about what the other gladers were saying. Maybe you lived through the trauma. Everything was okay. And you hoped, with everything in you it would stay like that for a long time. ----- That wasn't a bonfire night, not specifically. The bonfire night were become more and more rare. You reckon it had to do with Alby's abstance. You tried not to talk about him too much with Minho, you could see it was hard for him to even think about that. So you control your crazy curiosity about the whole thing. But even though it wasn't a bonfire night, you and the other gladers tried your best to have fun that night. Frypan made some progress with the meat and Gally's recipe drive everyone there kinda tipsy and acting funny. You guys definitely enjoyed the night as though everything was okay. Like you wasn't trapped inside a maze.
When Minho called the night, you say your goodbyes to everyone and followed your boyfriend, laughing at the way you almost fell to your knees when you tried to kick a rock.
Minho was walking decisively ahead of you. Not looking back once, but you didn't noticed something was wrong until you guys arrived to his bedroom. Letting out a sight of relief once you entered the warm and dim place you were really in the mood to take your clothes off and lay on the bed when you were abruptly tooked out of those pleasant thoughs by Minho closing the door rather roughly. His jaw was clenched and his breath fast and shallow.
"What the hell was that??" He asked, his eyes glued to the floor.
" What was what, baby?"you asked innocently, taking your pullover off.
Your apparently ignorance seems to irritate him even more. He looked at you, his eyes burning with anger and something more that you couldn't identify what.
" You know what!!! that bullshit over there at the bonfire!!"
"Minho, what are y--"
"YOU AND THOMAS! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. " He screamed, pointing outside where you guys were parting for the last four hours. Maybe you had too many of Gally's recipe and maybe you all got all over your heads dancing and laughing of everything. But you didn't though it was something Minho would worry about, since he was drinking and partying himself. Apparently you were dead wrong.
"I still--"
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT NOW. I SWEAR I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SUCK HIS FUCKING DICK OUT THERE."
You took a few steps backwards, dumbfounded. "what the fuck?" you drunk brain couldn't relat. you couldn't do anything but laugh. Obviously he was joking. That's it. It was act. Haha, very funny.
"What?" you replied, still smiling. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"Well, am i?? Everyone notice it out there. They were all looking at you two. If i hadn't call the night were you two have fucked in front of eveyone?"
Okay, so he wasn't joking. A vein was popping out on his neck and his eyes were fixed on yours.
"Minho, that's ridiculous. We were just dancing..."
This time he laughed. A could laugh that didn't reach for his eyes.
" Oh, I saw that... That shank couldn't keep his hands to himself. But then... how could he. You were almost sitting on his dick."
the words you were planning to say at him were washed out of you mouth by the force of his own. the sleepiness and cozy feeling long gone.
" I can't believe you are talking to me like that. Who do you think you are?"
" I AM YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT? " His face were so red, you didn't knew if was it for the amount of drinks he had or if was it for pure anger. he walked toward you with his fists clenched at the sides of his body. But you didn't stepped back. Fuck that. You didn't do anything wrong.
" You disrespected me. You are not gonna behave yourself like that ever again, you heard me? I forbid you."
you laugh. this time outta sarcasm.
"Oh! Your forbid me? "
"Yeah! I FUCKING FORBID YOU."
" MINHO, MIND YOUR FUCKING TONE . YOU DON'T OWN ME!" you screamed louder than him.
" WELL IF YOU'RE GONNA ACT LIKE SUCH A SLUT THEN I GUESS WE ARE DONE HERE."
It was faster than you could've seen. You slapped him so hard on his left cheek that his face almost turned all the way around.
"FUCK YOU!" You screamed, storming out of the bedroom while he were still clutching the side of his face.
You marched towards the camping without looking back, part of you wanting him to come after you and apologized. But he didn't. And you hated him even more for that.
------------- 1 Week Later. It was almost night and all the runners were already inside the Glade, preparing themselves for the meal. Minho saw you walking on his direction and smiled, but a soon as you saw him, you walked away.
- What happened with you guys? - Thomas asked, watching you walk away from Minho.
-Amm?
- What happened between you guys?
- Nothing happened between us, don't be such a snooper. - Minho replied still looking at the direction you had vanished.
- She looked really mad.- Chuck comented, laughing. - What did you do, Minho?
- That's none of your business, greenie! - Snapped Minho, fussing Chuck's hair.
- I'm not the greenbean anymore.- Chuck replied trying to release himself from Minho's grip.- Is Thomas now!
But Minho wasn't listening to Chuck's protests. All he could think about was on making you talk to him again. So he started to walk towards the Homestead, ignoring the calls from Thomas and Chuck.
