Hey guys!

Yes, yet another one-shot with Minho and the same OC. :) It's not finished yet but I decided to upload this one in two parts as well beacuse this way you can read a one-shot without smut, if you don't like that. So yes, this chapter doesn't contain smut yet just some sexual references!


It was a hot, sunny day at the Glade. Most of the boys (there was around fifty of them at the moment minus the Runners who were, as usual, out in the Maze), decided to get rid of their clothes so they mostly wandered around half-naked.

Shirtless boys digging and planting in the gardens, shirtless boys laying in the grass, shirtless boys hammering on top of the Homestead – shirtless boys everywhere.

Really, it was one of those few times when I felt the kickback of being a girl.

I was sure none of the boys would've protested against me taking my shirt off – except for Newt, who was, as my older brother, was 'disgusted' of seeing my naked skin, and Minho, who was my slightly overprotective and easily jealous boyfriend – but I got just enough lustful-teenaged-boy-look anyway.

Still, despite my self-consciousness I felt a forceful desire to get naked like a newborn when I was forced to work in the kitchen where the air was humid and it felt like a bugging caldron.

'Forced' was maybe a bit drastic of a words to use because I somewhat had a choice – it was either this or I could've helped Zart in the gardens. Full on the sun.

Thinking back I should've choose the gardens.

I pecked the hem of my loose shirt between my fingers and fluttered the fabric, causing the delightful, fresh air to caress my run-hot skin. I was leaning over a huge pot of soup, stirring it with a wooden spoon. Frypan went off to have a nap after the morning rush and after they've sliced up the veggies and the meat I've shooed away the other cooks. They had nothing to do and their gazes started to burn a hole on my back.

So I was alone if you don't count Chuck, who was sitting at one of the tables, humming and munching on a sandwich.

Poor boy has only came up a few weeks ago and ever since then he was kind of attached to me. I guess due his young age he still needed a mother figure and I was the only option as the single girl.

I didn't mind his presence – most of the times he was quiet. Like, totally quiet. It wasn't because he had nothing to say – oh, he could talk the hind leg off a donkey! – but because whenever he tried to say something, be friendly or funny, he found nothing at the other boys' but annoyance and disdain.

On Chuck's first day he was so scared he pissed his pants and the boys always made fun of him. They weren't teasing like they often did to me – they were being cruel shuck-faced klunkheads. Even Newt, who was supposed to be an adult as second-in-command, said Chuck's annoying and useless, no wonder he only became a Slopper. True, the chubby little boy wasn't good at… well, any of the other jobs. One of the Gladers even suggested he should become a food waste grinder, he has the chops. Whether by an accident or on full intention, he got hit on the head with a lath by me later that day. He spent the afternoon at the Med-Jacks.

As I watched Chuck from the corner of my eye, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around my waist. I moved by instinct and hit whoever it was on the forehead with the spoon while turning around.

"Geez, what the shuck is wrong with you, woman?" Minho hissed in pain as he rubbed the spot where I've hit him with one of his eyes closed.

"Sorry, Min, I thought you were someone else," I giggled, relieved and embarrassed at the same time, and lowered the spoon. He mumbled something about others hugging me but I decided to let it slim. Seeing as the soup was okay for now I turned away for a second to put the spoon down before turning back and letting my hands flatten against Minho's hips. He hummed in satisfaction as our bare skins made contact – he, like the others, had no shirt on – and hugged me by the waist. "So, ya have a day off, right? Whatcha' gonna do?"

Minho tilted his head to the side and smirked seductively. "I was kinda hopin' to do you."

I could smell Gally's moonshine on his breath. He wasn't drunk – he never got drunk – but I guessed he had just enough alcohol to feel happy and loosen up. When he had loosened up he usually got sort of clingy and grew attached to my lips and body and me, in whole. Usually, I didn't mind him (to be honest, I loved the touchy-feely Minho occasionally) but I had job to get over with.

"…Are you tryin' to flirt, Minho? You're failing miserably."

"I don't need to flirt," he shrugged. "I mean, I've got you. You're mine already."

I narrowed my eyes as I crossed my arms above my chest and leaned away.

"You've bet with Gally ya will get slapped in less than two minutes or what?" I asked, trying to sound angry but it was bloody hard since I was face-to-face with his tanned, muscled chest. It was one hell of a distraction. "That you're doin' shuckin' well."

"Nope," Minho shook his head, the smirk never disappearing until I growled and tried to get out of his arms by breaking out sideway. He laughed and held me tight, easily blocking my way. A whole-hearted laughter left his lips at my attempt. "C'mon, babe! You know I'm joking. Come here, gimme a kiss."

He pouted his lips and leaned in – and that was the opportunity I took to duck under his arm and step behind him. I was standing by the counter now, where I started to mop at the washed plates with a clean cloth. "I don't have time for that."

Minho looked at me wide-eyed, clearly not expecting to be turned down. "You can't possibly do this to me. I've got out of bed for ya!"

"Yeah, so ya can get back in there with me," I laughed carelessly, making Minho smirk smugly again.

"I don't stick to beds. It's fine just about anywhere."

"And here comes romance again."

"You knew what you got when you said you'll be my girlfriend!" That was true. Minho was the type of guy who pretty much just did and said what he wanted and felt like and his emotional state was basically written on his face. I sighed in defeat and shook my head. Minho's face softened as he stepped behind me. His arms embraced my upper torso, his chin rested on my right shoulder and he leant on me with all his weight. Damn, he was heavy! "You really won't love me?"

"I do love you," I replied rolling my eyes. "I just don't have time to have sex with you right now."

Minho moved his head to look at the plate which I've dried at least five times already. "Yup, I see that."

I flicked him on the shoulder above mine at his sarcastic tone. "I have a lot to do! Okay, at the moment I'm waitin' for the soup to boil so I can get it off the stove but then I have to weed out the tomatoes with the Track-Hoes, the windows on the Homestead will need cleaning after the Builders are done with repairing the roof, and the cows…"

"I get it!" Minho chuckled into my neck, the vibrations tickling me in a rather pleasant way. "You have stuff to get done. Though you promised yesterday you'd spend the day with me… I get it. You didn't expect Newt to put so much work on your shoulders. When I first woke up in the Glade I had no intentions to be this sexy, but hey, shit happens."

And here he came again with his egoistic but at the same time simply entertaining attitude. I couldn't help but admire it.

Speaking of admiring that was pretty much the best word to describe how I felt around him most of the time. We've known each other for more than two years now and still, boy could bloody surprise and amaze me all the time.

And was I a bit biased when I thought he was getting more and more handsome? Maybe it had something to do with age… When I first met him, he was still a boy barely over voice mutation and here he was, nearly a man, 175 pounds of smart-ass attitude and muscle. Mainly the smart-ass thing.

I must've got lost in my mind as suddenly Minho cleared his throat, shaking me out of staring.

His lips curled up in a hot-shot smirk. "Enjoying the view?"

I haven't even realized I've been staring at his exposed and desirable abs until then. "Enjoying the shit that happened."

His erupting laugh was cut short by my sudden move as I pecked his lips lightly. He seemed to be taken aback by my movement but he was soon grinning again, clearly thinking he had reached his goal. Oh, the naiveté.

"You know what?" I asked, trying to sound as sexy as I could which wasn't a lot, to be honest, but it seemed to work. Minho leaned in, my lips brushing his soft cheeks as I whispered in his ear, "I'll put you on my 'To Do' list. As things stand, I'll have time for you tomorrow."

"Shuuuuck," Minho groaned in frustration as he righted up and rolled his eyes. His non-fulfilled only seemed to grow after he laid his eyes on my bloody much satisfied grin. After a few moments of just standing there with a childishly hurt expression he squared his shoulders and licked his lips while nodding furiously. "You think you can just tease me? Okay. This is war."

With a last, challenging grin and crossing of arms he thundered out, not even asking for my opinion. I stood there for a second, stunned, before broking up in a laugh and tangling my fingers in my messy half-ponytailed hair.

"Hey..." Chuck's uncertain voice rang behind me and I turned around to face him. He was standing on the other side of the counter, fumbling with a strap of his pants, face flushed red.

"What can I help you with, little dude?" I asked with a smile, trying to encourage him further but it only seemed to make him feel even more uncomfortable with whatever he was about to say.

"I was overhearing your conversation with Minho… I wasn't stalking or eavesdropping, really! It was completely unintentional, you were just, you know, talkin' too loud. And I just… Uhm… I was thinking…"

I raised one of my eyebrows expectantly until he finally heaved out what he wanted.

"What is sex?"

My eyes went wide with shock.

Boy, I'm shucked.

# # #

"So basically, the boy puts his penis into the girl's vagina? And that feels good?"

I could tell by Chuck's face he wasn't convinced.

"Yup," I nodded lazily, once again looking around if there was anyone coming. We were sitting on top of the wooden viewpoint-thing the Builders have built nearly three months ago. At first everyone was scared to climb the not-so-stable ladders and the seemingly woozy wooden stuff but it turned out to be a really fancy place to have a personal conversation at.

I doubt there's anything more personal than having a sex-talk.

"Gross," Chuck grimaced in pure disgust, making me shake my head with slothful smile on my lips.

"Well, it does sound kinda 'gross' if you don't have the right outlook," I explained. "Someone putting a part of them into another person is truly yucky. In my opinion simple sex without actually loving the other person might be physically satisfying – ya know, I've mentioned all the nerves getting friction with sex. But when you feel what it feels like to make love – with all the touching and kisses and caressing and kind words – ya won't want to do it with anyone else but who you love."

"This is why Minho wants it that much?" Chuck asked in a surprisingly straight-forward method. Usually I hated discussing my relationship with Minho with any of the Gladers but it was everything except for usual.

"Well, it's part of the reason, yes," I tilted my head, thinking. "It's slightly different for boys, you know. They have those shuckin' hormones messin' up their head all the time, makin' them feel actual physical pain if they don't get that kind of satisfaction coming with orgasm. Of course I can only rely on my, ehemm, personal experiences and the general knowledge the Creators let me have but I guess this applies for the most of men: they physically need to get off one way or another or they'll go nuts. Girls can live without masturbating but for you, guys, it's, like, in your DNA. Girls blow off steam during periods and boys have to manage on their own."

"What's it with the periods, if you'd repeat?" I saw Chuck's face redden at the mention of masturbation. Yeah, it was kinda a sensitive topic and I was grateful I only had to talk about that for the extent of a simple sentence.

"Girls have this thing called periods. It's approximately one month long cycle – the lining of the womb thickens for the egg (that's where babies come from after fertilization), then there's a short period where girls have an exponentially higher chance to get pregnant."

"Ovulation?" Chuck cut in, the word sounding funny coming from his mouth.

I nodded in agreement. "If there was no fertilization, in two weeks, the uterine lining detached and basically that's why we, girls menstruate."

"Let me get it right," Chuck held up his hand. "Girls actually bleed from their lady-parts? They bleed out a part of their body? For a week? Every month?"

After I nodded once more, he seemed to be too terrified to say anything.


So that was it.

Part 2 coming tomorrow! :)