Minho was a heavy sleeper, but there was no sleeping through the snickers of his friends at the doorway of his room. Alby, Newt, and Thomas all stood giggling like annoying little kids. The runner raised his head angrily, looking back and fourth between them and the girl. He really wasn't happy.
"Did she have to come keep you company? Afraid of the dark, Minho?" Thomas teased, still trying to refrain from laughing too loud. The mere image of him laying in bed with the girl, holding her hand was enough to break Thomas into a fit of laughter. A harsh guy like Minho? In a tender moment like this? It killed him.
"I know I'm late Alby, I'll hurry." Minho grumbled, looking back to the peaceful face below him.
"Minho, you're off for three days. Chill out." Alby reminded, walking off with a soft smile hardly anyone saw. Newt followed behind closely, and Minho could tell Thomas was trying to decide what he wanted to do. To leave, or keep teasing? Minho shot him an angry glare and Thomas dashed off.
Without waking the girl, Minho escaped the room as quickly as possible. There was something about the knowledge of having slept with her the entire night and having his friends know that made him queazy. This was different than being forced to share the room for the night because of a storm.
Minho sat alone at one of the tables in the kitchen area, scanning the Glade as everyone began to wake. Newt was already working in the gardens, Thomas was running around and Alby was doing god knows what. A grumble resonated from Minho's stomach and he grimaced at the bowl of soupy porridge in front of him. Normally, he couldn't care what got put down in front of him. But today, he sure as hell cared.
Amidst his distain for the porridge, a wisp of hair caught the morning light, catching Minho's full attention. Y/N stumbled out of the homestead, smiling happily at a few of the boys who tried to help her, but declined their offers.
'Oh shuck, I forgot.' He hit himself in the head mentally, but remained unmoving as she limped over to the table he sat at. He'd abandoned her in his room, making her traverse the stairs herself. If anyone could handle it, it was her, but he still felt guilty. It was a strange, new feeling for Minho.
"Hey." Y/N said, slumping down onto the bench across from Minho.
"Hey." He snapped back awkwardly. Y/N furrowed her brows at him.
"Uhhm—" He cleared his throat, trying to brush off his harsh tone. "How's your leg?"
"Stopping me from running, therefore horrible." Y/N held her hands up in exasperation. "But pain wise? It's fine." She laughed.
Her smile was weak and told Minho that it did hurt—but of course, she'd never say it.
"Three days they've got us locked up in here. Any ideas?" He asked, grinning.
Before she could answer, Jeff's voice thundered across the glade, calling the girl to have her bandages changed. Y/N sighed in defeat, forcing herself up from the bench. And finally, Minho mustered the courage to jump to aid.
"I can walk you know?" Y/N muttered, hanging limply in Minho's arms as he sauntered across the Glade.
"Mhm. But, I don't want to be running alone once this vacations over, so less moving and more healing." He said.
Y/N rolled her eyes and didn't pay attention to much until Jeff began to ask Minho to clean the wounds. The runners touch was far harsher than Jeff's normally was, causing the girl to wince.
"Does it hurt?" Minho whispered anxiously.
"No." Y/N furrowed her brows. As if she was that much of a wuss.
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Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Minho promised himself he'd never fall for her. Yet, here he was, tripping over his own feet. The keeper of the runners had always liked Y/N. She was a medjack, and the best one at that. It seemed that just about everyday, he was in for...
