IN THE END ⇉ [MINHO] ✓

12 ☓ telepathic?

** i keep saying thanks for this ammount of reads every chapter and almost every chapter i have another hundred omg pls slow down for me. THIS IS A SHORT UPDATE SORRY **

I sighed staring at Minho who was collapsed on his bed.

"Oh what a pretty little boy," I mumbled shaking my head.

I turned around when the door opened to see Newt holding up a stumbling Thomas.

"Oh my god you're such an idiot Newt,"

Newt gasped, "Me?! I'm sober!"

"You let him get drunk didn't you!" I snapped rolling my eyes.

I grabbed Thomas' arms and pulled him down onto the floor, letting him fall unconcious.

"Get outta here Newt," I shooed.

Thomas groaned rolling over as he buried his face into the hard wood.

Idiot.

I looked over at Minho who was looking up at me with glimmering brown eyes.

Adorable idiot.

"Hiii Elly!" he giggled, sticking his tongue between his teeth.

"Go to bed Minho," I rolled my eyes.

Minho frowned, "El what's wrong?" he whispered, his voice high like a little girl.

He is so drunk.

"Minho I'm gonna die," I replied sliding down the back wall, "They'll kill me."

I hugged my knees and stared at the wall opposite me. Minho got up from the bed, slightly stumbling as he did so. He sat down beside me and grabbed my hand. We both sat silently, I calmly listened to the happy Gladers outside who danced and sung.

"You won't die," Minho spoke up, his voice serious like he had never been drunk at all, "Thomas will make sure of it."

"Thomas isn't all that strong, or persuasive." I chuckled looking at my unconcious twin.

Minho moved around uncomfortably, "I'm okay at both those things though, I'll make sure of it instead."

"Why?" I asked turning to look at him.

He didn't face me for a while. He took strong breaths and continued to stare at the wall, debating on something.

"Firstly because I care about everyone here," he breathed then turned to me, "Secondly because you can trust me,"

My heart rate quickend as I realised how close we were together. His breath was fanning my face and his lips were only a centimetre away. Neither of us moved. We just stared down at eachothers lips hungrily. But neither of us made the first move.

"Minho," I whispered, he hummed in response, "Kiss me ya stupid shank."

"Anything to make you feel better babe." he replied grabbing my neck.

When our lips collided my heart jumped out of my chest. He pushed against me, letting my back hit the floor. He towered above me lowering his hands until they were gripping my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, loosing twisting the ends of his hair with my finger tips. He pushed harder against me, forcing me to take a break.

"Minho," I whispered closing my eyes as his lips touched my collarbone, "Damn,"

He grinned against my skin before softly trailing his kisses higher, stopping under my earlobe. He slightly bit the fragile skin, lightly running the tip of his tongue over the mark he was making.