The Glade's Stories ( Under Editing)

They are the hunters and we are the foxes

OST: MISS AMERICANA AND THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE - TAYLOR SWIFT

DRESS- TAYLOR SWIFT

The door was ajar and the place was immersed in semi darkness. Minho really wasn't the most organized guy, his clothes was all over the place and his bed was still undone.

let out a longing sigh, you picked all the clothes on the floor and through them in some other conner of the room, it wouldn't made any difference anyway.
so you lay on the bed, thinking  about the possibility of getting out of that place. For the millionth time, since you realized you was stuck in the Glade, you asked yourself how was it out there.
Your lost memory was so strange. You mostly remembered the workings of the world, a lot of litte things about life, eating, clothes, studying, playing, general images. but emptied of specifics, faces, names. Like a book completely intact but missing one word in every dozen, making it a miserable and confusing read .
You didn't even knew your own age.
Or if you have any family, or anyone how care about you out there? and why, why did they put you in there?
what have you done to deserve that?

most of the time you do your best to suppress those kind of thoughts, they wasn't for no good. but sometimes - like now- it was stronger than you.

you knew Minho  and the other runners  were doing everything  in their power to get your butts out of there.
But you couldn't help being afraid of what was waiting for you all out there.

And if it was worse than the Glade?

"Nothing can be worse than a Griever." Say the little angel on your right shoulder.

"How can you know about that ? You never saw one!" the little devil responded on your left shoulder.

"Well, Minho say they're terrible! And he almost got stung ...At least we are safe in here, Minho will protect us. He'll protect all of us." the little angel stated.

But the little devil shakes his head no, saying: "Minho is just a teenager, he's not a god."

"We'll be okay!! Stop being such a pessimist." the angel screams at the alerted devil.

"I think I'm going mad..." you concluded, exasperated, your hands covering your face.

"I agreed." said a voice suddenly, making you jump in surprise.

Minho was back.

"But I'm still into you." he tells you, closing the door softly behind him.

" Hi!" you smiled, sitting on his bed and pushing all those bad thoughts away.

He climbed the mattresses smirking like only he could do, and suddenly you realized you were a hundred pounts lighter and calmer.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.
smiling, you lay your head on his lap, his eyes flickering in your direction.

"mnn.. nothing special." you informed, shrugging your shoulders. you didn't saw a reason to bother him with your insecurities. not when he already has so much to worry about.

"well, obviously it wasn't about ME."

"no, it wasn't" you confirmed, smiling at his expression. you beckons him with a lazy index finger and met him half way to a kiss.
a slow, loving kiss wich lasted until you both were breathless. his right hand snaking through your waistline, drawning you even closer to him.

"Mmnn... this is nice" you purred, lining your body perfectly to his.
his strong arms holding you in the most protective way. and you let your eyes fell closed for a second.

"We got the entire night for us." he murmured playfully, the tip of his nose glued on your. "Cool, right?"

"Super cool." you replied, opening your eyes and staring at his amused face, pecking a light kiss on his smiling lips.