Minho and You

We were walking together in the Deadheads after supper. We always talked about random things together. I really enjoyed talking to him, and I think he enjoyed it too. He always made me laugh with his sarcasm and smart ale-ck replies.

We usually had our own private time together for half an hour, and if I was lucky, one hour. He was always busy, taking care of his fellow Runners and studying the Maze. His determination of finding an exit touched my heart all the time. I think that made him double handsome. He's was also loyal to his close friends, funny, caring, and a big toughy.

He always talked to me at least once a day, before he took off into the Maze and after he came back. I always took any chance to talk to him, or at least see him, even if it were for just a second.

I heard people spreading rumours about Minho flirting and all that stuff, but I really didn't listen to it at all. And I hope Minho didn't either. I heard things about boys disliking Minho, and even me too. It hurt a bit, but oh well, what can I possibly do?

We walked in silence, the sounds of twigs and leaves scrunching under our shoes.

"I'm going to count to five, and you gotta get as far away as possible. You gotta be in the Deadheads though, okay?" He said.

Minho knew that I didn't like being alone in the Deadheads, especially at night.

"What!" I replied, but he ignored me and started to count. "Minho! NO!" But he still ignored me. I ran and ran, "four, five. Here I come~" He announced. I panicked; running away from someone always got to me, I hated it. I decided to climb up a tree. I tucked my knees into my chest and put my head down, dreading but smiling at the same time.

Since I only had five seconds of run-four seconds actually-I was only a couple meters away from him. I heard his footsteps tracing towards me, but I didn't look, just in case I screamed out of surprise and fear. The footsteps stopped. Everything was silent for several seconds. I heard my breaths loudly, it seemed as loud as a drum in the eerie silence.

"I see you…" Minho said in a deep voice. I raised my head and looked down, I could see Minho flashing a smirk at me, the moon illuminating his face. I smiled back at him. "Can't get me," I said in a teasing voice. I was only one thick branch above him-about six feet off the ground.

"Suureee." He grabbed a branch and heaved himself up easily. I scooched over, making room for him to sit. Once he positioned himself comfortably, we stared at each other for a long time. He suddenly grinned devilishly, "So, I think I need a prize for climbing a tree," he said. I stared at him.

"Hmm, okay then, go and eat something from Frypan," I replied.

"No, I want something from you."

"Hmm, okay, then I'll cook you something tomorrow." I smiled.

"That's a deal. But, I want something from you, right now, here." He smirked again, sending tingles down my spine. I knew what he wanted-at least I had a good hunch. I felt really nervous, but really happy at the same time.

He looked at me, his eyes going up and down my face, then, locking onto my eyes again. I was starting to lose this staring contest. It was too much. I hated when people looked at me for a long time. I gulped, hoping it wasn't too loud. But it was. His smirk became more devilish, and I started to feel my cheeks burning.

He slowly reached out his hand and gently grabbed the back of my head. My mind was spinning like crazy, I couldn't think straight. The next thing I knew I was moving closer towards him-towards his face. I felt like I was in a daze. My arms instinctively rose and rested themselves on his shoulders, and the next thing I knew I was feeling his soft breaths on my cheeks. He looked at me in the eye, his eyes looked like the most beautiful thing ever. His lower iris reflected off the moon. I wondered how stupid I would have looked right then, but then I felt warmth on my lips, and everything melted away.

He broke the kiss after an eternity, a smile returning into his face. It look so genuine and happy-but not too happy like a hyper freak. "Now, it's your turn," he said, his smile became into a smirk. "What." I stared at him, dreading.

"Yes."

I was speechless. "No."

"Yes." He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. I looked at him in the eye again and turned his face so I could kiss his cheek, but he moved like the speed of lighting right when I was about to make contact, making me kiss his lips. I was about to pull away, but he firmly hugged me.

"There," he said after the kiss. "Let's go to bed. It late."

We both jumped down and started heading back to the Glade. He broke into a run, saying "And you still owe me that meal," and ran off. I chased after him smiling like an idiot.

FIN.