Why us? (tmr fanfiction)

Chapter 5. Doors and Confessions

Images flashed in my mind as I slept.
A younger familiar blond mop-head of a kid stood in front of me. He spoke to me, his mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear anything.

I looked around at my surroundings. We were standing in a basic room with beige walls and a few couches and a coffee table. There was a paining of scenery above a mantle on the far wall.
I looked back at the boy he waved to me and I followed him out of the room to an open space. the walls were the same color but there was a large dark brown door. There were slim windows on both sides. I couldn't see that well through them. Dust and dirt coated them.

The boy walked up to the door and turned the door knob and yanked the door open. The wind from outside blew dust in. Then sun light made my eyes sting. I held my hand up to block it out. He waved at me again gesturing to follow.

I shook my head no. Why would I want to go out there. He frowned at me. His face morphed in into anger. He stomped through the doorway into the desert terrain. I tried to stop him. He shouldn't be going out there. I know he shouldn't.

"Wait!" I called out reaching for the door. But the door closed before I could take a step.
My vision got dark again and I opened my eyes to see the same ones I saw in my dream. He had a quirky grin.

"Minho sent me to keep you company until he gets back. And dang, Jane, you kicked ass! Minho looked like he was gonna commit murder when Jacob hit you. Everyone knows he is a dead man walking. I just can't believe how you socked him right in the face!" I smiled at how Newt got so excited.

"You're suck a dork!" I laughed I shoved him and he fell off the bed. I laughed even louder.
The door opened and Minho poked his head through the door. He had his famous grin wiped on his face.

"Are you shanks partying without me?" He pushed the door opened wider. He was holding a small box, probably filled with medical supplies. He kicked the door closed with his foot. I moved to sit Indian style on the bed. Minho set the box down and sat down in front of me.
He held his hand out, palm up. I raised my eyebrow questionably.

"Give me your hand." he chuckled.

"You can hold it, but you can't have it." I gave him a smug look.

"I'll have it one day." I heard him mumble under his breath. My breath caught in my throat. I wouldn't mind that.

"What?" I asked making sure I heard him right. He chuckled to himself and just shook his head. He ripped open a little packet, and pulled out a little white square. An alcohol pad. He pulled my hand a little closer and hovered the little pad over my knuckles.

"It's going to sting a bit." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear. I nodded my head, and he took it as a sign to continue. The pad was cold and wet. I flinched and hissed at the stinging on my hand. He looked up at me through his eyelashes. He game me a comforting smile, trying to soothe my nerves. It was making me jumpy. Not the pain, but the small touch.

Its just his hands. I though to myself. I felt so nervous. How could he do that? He was handling me carefully and tenderly. It was a small sign of affection. And it was hard to contain myself. I looked over at Newt to get my mind off of Minho.

I scowled at him. He was wiggling his eyebrows at me! Then he made kissy faces. I could feel my face getting hot. A tomato. I was turning into a tomato, I knew it already. Newt stood up and stretched his arms over his head.

"Well, Since you guys are pretty boring, I'm going to go see what Susan is doing. Have fun, but not too much fun." He smirked at us. I nervously laughed at him. Minho waved him off not looking up from cleaning my hand. He pulled out some gauze and wrapped a thin layer of it around my knuchles. Then Minho opened another alcohol pad and started his work on my other hand. My left hand wasnt as bad, seeing as I'm right handed.

He had really soft hands, really soft hands. He turned my hand over, palm up. He just looked at my hand. He wipped it with a clean rag. He turned it back over and clasped my hand in both of his hands. His words were smooth, almost melodic.

He started speaking, "When he first hit you, I got so angry. So, angry. Newt had to hold me back. I wanted to jump in and help so bad. Every time he laid a hand on you I wanted to hurt that piece of klunk." He was lightly squeezing my hand, and he was looking down at his lap shaking his head.

"But I'm alright. He didnt hurt me." I said putting my right on his hands. He looked up at me with wide eyes.

"But he could have. He could have hurt you really badly. I've known you for a day, two shucking days, and I feel so attatched to you. I can't help it, I want to be there for you. For everything." My breath got caught in my throat. I smiled at him. I pulled my hands away and wrapped them around his shoulders. I pulled him close so my face was in the crook of his neck.

"I like you Minho, alot. I just think we need to take it slow. I have a feeling we are going to be here for a while, so there is no need to rush into things. Like you said, we've only know each other for two days, but I feel like I've known you for a long time." I could feel his arms wrap around me tightly. His breath on my neck gave me shivers. I laughed, "That tickles!" And pushed him off. I had a goofy grin. He was giving me a mischievous smirk. Oh no. Oh hell no.

I was out the door and out of the Homestead before he could blink. I could hear his footsteps behind me. I laughed the rest of the night. For the first time I could remember I was happy.

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