Tough SL (A Minho Fanfict)

Fixing Minho

~Reyna

"Reyna, I'm so shucking sorry." It was Minho... "I shouldn't have doubted, shouted, or even slapped you." He apologized with glossy eyes. "I just got caught up in Gally's words, I-I thought I was going to lose y-"

"Shhhh..." I embraced him. He was practically bawling his eyes out now. I feel so happy he cares, now I won't have to spend another day without my cute sassy man bitch.

"Do you forgive me?" He looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"I-"

"REYNA SNAP OUT OF IT." What? Suddenly, my surroundings changed, and I found myself in Frypan's kitchen.

"Huh? What?... Oh. I-I'm sorry, daydreaming again..." I nervously laughed. It was only just a dream...

"That's fine, just help me put this second layer of cake on top of the first." He sighed, scratching his head with the spatula. Ew... No wonder I find dandruff in my food.

"Erm... Reyna, we aren't doing the frosting just yet." Frypan looked down at the layer I was working on. On the top half of the layer, in baby blue letters and different fonts, was that perfect word Chuck came up with. Graffitied all over my cake layer, was the heart breaking word Reynho. Reynho, Reynho, Reynho; it was written everywhere.

"Um... We can just get rid of that. Nothing a little Ice-cream and sweet frosting can't fix." I weakly smile.

"Mhm... Honey, sweets aren't going to fix your problem. Your broken smile and stained cheeks tell me everything I need to know. You've done your part today, go ahead and rest. I'll just call in Chuck to fix this Reynho klunk." He gave me a pat on the back.

"When you say Reynho klunk, you mean the cake right?"

"Get some rest shank."

"Fine," I huff. "and by the way, it's she-shank."
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~Chuck the Savior

Today, I fix Minho. I figured if I start with the most challenging part, my mission to rekindle the fandom flames of Reynho, would be a whole lot easier.

"Minho! Buddy!" I walked into the map room. Don't worry, Alby gave me permission.... To go in 3 weeks ago.

"Hey! You're not allowed in here, get out!" Mean-ho hissed.

"Alby let me in." I closed the door behind me, and locked it. Every single torch was out, so there was absolutely no light in here whatsoever.

"Whoever came in, get out. I want to-no, need to be, alone. Get out now, or else you'll see something you don't want to." Minho threatened. I grabbed a match, and set one torch a blaze.

"Oh... My..." Once light filled the room, I immediately see a few empty bottles of 'the drink' scattered around a big lump of blankets in a corner, a blood tainted dagger, and what looks like molding food.

"I'm warning you..." His voice came out hoarse. I nudge the empty bottles away with my toe, and approach the talking lump in the corner of the dank room.

"You know Minho, you aren't the only one suffering..."

"HA! Sure I'm not." He said in a flat tone. "You don't know what it feels like, t-to lose something so precious." He replied bitterly.

(Prepare for a long glimpse into Chuck's life )

"Yeah I do! Uh... This one time, I was eating this REALLY good barque stick, and I was la de dawing around the bonfire while eating it, and I stumbled over a dumb rock and accidentally let go of my precious piece of meat. I felt like my life was ENDING, I watched in slow motion as my savory treat hurdled onto the filthy ground. I know what you're going through Minho, I know what the pain of losing something soooo good feels like. When I watched it fall to the ground, I was like "FUUUUUUUUCK!" It was devastating to see a perfectly good piece of food roll onto the dirty floor, Minho. Even though I was going through hell watching my food fall, I just thought "Fuck this.", and picked it up. I dusted the BBQ off, and I ate it like my life depended on it. Which by the way did, in my opinion, because I was feeling really hungry after I ate only half an apple for lunch that day, and had to clean the outhouse. So you see Minho, if you can't bare losing your precious Reyna BBQ, just raise your middle finger in the air, and pick it up again. It doesn't matter how long your BBQ has been on the ground, in the end, it always tastes amazing." I ended my long speech. He blinked his eyes a couple of times.

"Uh... Chuck, did you seriously just compare my distress in love life, to dropping a stick of BBQ on the ground?" Minho's head popped out of the pile of blankets with an are you serious? Face on.

"Correction, a really good piece of BBQ." I rubbed my belly.

"Well, sorry to break this to you kid, but it kind of does matter how long your BBQ falls. If your meat is left on the ground for too long, it won't be good anym-"

"Exactly. If you two stay broken up for too long, your relationship won't be good anymore." I interrupt him like a smartass. I felt as intelligent as Alby or Newt at the moment... I feel smart enough to lead an army... I-Into war!... I will call it the Chuckelution, and I will fight for dominance! O-over the kitchen, yeah... Yeah...

"Oh..." Minho stood up from his pile of man misery. "I need to hit the showers, and find a good way to, apologize, see ya around!" Before I knew it, he was out the door before I could even say "You're Welcome".

~Minho

I took my clothes off, and headed straight for the shower. Me grimy, and me no likey, I regret sitting on the dirt floor for 2 days straight- without eating. UGH I would kill for a shucking piece of BBQ right now...