Gally Imagines

gally imagine four

You watched in anticipation. Your hands clasped together tightly as all the boys laughed and cheered. They made bets but you just rolled your eyes and continued watching. It felt like you'd get a headache from how hard you were focusing.

Gally and Minho circled each other in the Circle as they had been for the past few minutes, catching their breath. It wasn't an angry fight but Gally was competitive. He wanted to win. It probably didn't help that you (his girlfriend) were watching. He needed to win.

In the first few minutes, Minho had charged Gally and tried to put him in a headlock. It had worked for a few seconds when it was just strangled silence until Gally flipped him over. Minho had gotten the breath knocked out of him but quickly scrambled to his feet. Gally rushed forward and grabbed his arm, trying to force him to the ground but Minho twisted around and gave a sharp uppercut to his stomach. He let out a strangled cough and staggered backwards and that should've been it. Instead Minho was tired and off balance. He tried to shove Gally out of the Circle but Gally skipped out of the way. That was how they came to be circling each other.

"Boyfriend's not doin' too bloody hot is he love?" Newt asked from beside you with a grin and slung an arm over your shoulder. You fumed.

"He's doing fine Newt." You spit at him and shoved his arm off.

"I got my bet on Minho getting him out the Circle within the next five buggin' minutes." Newt said, teasingly. It still made you mad that everybody was a jerk to Gally. He may be a tough guy around the Gladers but really he was just a sweetheart.

"I said he's doing fine!" You said angrily and shoved him away and turned to watch the fight again but it was too late.

It one swift motion, Minho punched Gally in the chin and he crumpled to the ground in a heap, groaning. All the Gladers raced forward to slap Minho on the back and put him on their shoulders as you gasped.

"Gally!" You cried out and ran for him

Minho must have heard as you fell to your knees in front of Gally because he turned and gave you an apologetic look.

"Sorry!" He called out.

"Shank." You breathed out.

Gally already had a bruise on his chin and he held it, still moaning. It must have hurt a ton. It would be sore in the morning.

"You okay Gal?" You asked him as the boys filed out behind Minho to go celebrate. He opened his eyes and blushed crimson.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I went and shuck disappointed you." He blubbered out, his lips thick and swollen. You smiled at him.

"No no Gally. Never. I could never be disappointed in you." You whispered in his ear and then slowly moved your lips towards his cheek. At the last second, he turned and your lips landed on his.

"Gally!" You groaned with a laugh and he grimaced.

"It would have been better if I could've felt it. My dong lips are swollen aren't they?" He said angrily and you let out a laugh.

"Nope. You're perfect." You said and kissed him harder. He smirked.

"That one, I felt. Do it again to make sure."

You smiled and leaned in.