My friend I SEEE YOOUUU inspired me to write this through a random conversation
If most people saw Minho right now they'd probably think he was insane. And why exactly?
Well, it was raining. Not just lightly raining either-full on buckets of rain soaking every square inch of the Asian teen. And in this torrential downpour Minho was running towards the homestead…with a plateful of pancakes. Every so often the boy would scrape another forkful of pancake from the plate and shove it quickly into his waiting mouth. Whilst still running. There was no visual explanation as to why Minho was running through the rain whilst eating pancakes. He just was.
"Gotta…get …back…gotta…finish…pancakes" Minho gasped between mouthfuls of syrupy deliciousness. However, only a few short moments later Minho's somewhat weird gorging fest was cut short by a blow to the head.
The boy instantly scrambled to sit up, and after recollecting himself, panic ensued
"MY PANCAKES!" he screamed, scratching and sliding his hands across the floor, searching for his precious pancakes. Eventually he came across the sought after pancake piled plate and sighed with relief. He happily scraped up another forkful and munched it down. The teen was in total bliss until-
"What the shuck man?"
Minho looked up from his munching to find the ever unhappy Gally looking like he'd just been hammered in the face. All the Asian could manage is an innocent
"What?" followed by another mouthful of pancake. Gally gave his trademark scowl "I mean why the shuck do you have pancakes? In the shucking rain?"
Minho glared and pulled his plate back, almost protectively.
"I could almost ask you the same question"
"I'm out here looking for you shuck-face, now tell me why you have those god damn pancakes!" he yelled, sneezing mid-way which caused Minho to jump and cover his pancakes.
"Careful dude! I'm eating here"
"WHY THE SHUCK ARE YOU EATING THEM?"
Drip. Drip. Drip.
After ten seconds of awkward silence, Minho gave way.
"Fine, but I weren't supposed to tell you this. See, after my run today I was way too exhausted to move. I've been sat by the doors for an hour, and after some time Frypan came out with a HUGE stack of pancakes for me. He said-" Minho cleared his throat and made his voice deeper " 'don't let anybody know I gave you these things, if one glader finds out I've made pancakes they'll all be breaking down the kitchen for them' "
"Okay but why are you eating them in the rain?" Gally asked impatiently.
"It started raining before I could finish, so I'm trying to clear my plate before I get back to homestead. The perfect crime" he explained, through several more munches. He waited for a response. Gally sneezed again.
"Hey, Minho…"
"What shuck-face?"
"Can I have some?"
…
"No"
"WHY THE SHUCK NOT?"
Minho was given no time to answer as Gally tackled the taller male to the ground. The Asian kept the arm holding the pancake plate extended just out of Gally's reach.
"Get of my shuck pancakes you psycho!"
"I WANT SOME!"
All the while Alby, Newt , Thomas and Chuck stood by the window, observing the two boys wrestling in the mud.
"What the shuck are they doing?" Alby said flatly.
"Do you think Gally's gay?" Thomas asked. Newt snickered.
"If so then he's into some pretty kinky stuff"
He received a large slap from Alby over the head.
"OW! Alllllbyyyyy!
"I don't know about that but I wanna know why Minho's got pancakes" Chuck pointed out. Everyone looked at him, then back out to Minho. Newt even drooled a tiny bit.
"He is right…"
"They sure look delicious…"
"Let's go ask Frypan"
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3 hours later, after EVERY glader had heard about Minho's delicious pancakes, Frypan slumped into his chair, observing the explosive batter zone that was now his kitchen.
And that is why the word 'pancake' has been banned in the Glade ever since.
