Glade Girly | Minho x Reader

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Y/n's POV
We waited in the hallway with my ear pressed against the unstable wooden door of Minho's room. Straining for any sound that might indicate if someone was in there or not.

"Can you hear anything?" Chuck asked.

"Shhh" I said trying to make sure we don't get caught.
"I think it's clear" I said giving Chuck the go ahead and open the door.

Inside was just as I remember it. Bed unmade, lamp on the bedside table, desk chair with a pile of clothes on it and the floor had a red-ish tinge to it now due to my blood and of course the unmistakable smell of sweat, peppermint, boys deodorant and sharpness that defined Minho and his belongings.

We tiptoed over to his bed trying not to knock anything over or move something that would prove we had been in here.

We tried to suppress our giggles as much as possible while we placed the gooey slugs and slimy snails on Minho's lone pillow. I know he will be furious with us later but it was a harmless joke and Chuck really enjoyed making himself and others laugh even if sometimes it goes wrong no one can stay mad at him long enough to punish him for it.

We crept into the kitchen trying to look like we hadn't just sacrificed someone's bed to the snail's and slug's sabotaging slime.

We washed our hands and grabbed our plates with a sandwich and some carrot sticks on them that Frypan had left out for us.

The tables where crowded with the usual lunchtime crew. I saw Newt, Zart, Ben and Clint all sitting at one table, usually Minho and Liam would eat with us but they where out in the maze today. I scanned the area looking for one missing person.
I saw Gally with his pack of builder buddies and Winston snapping his carrot sticks in half like the bones of the animals in the blood house. Then I found him. Jeff was staring across the glade leaning against a tree his half eaten sandwich in his lap.

I saw Chuck start to dawdle over to Newt and the others. I gave him a small smile before walking in the opposite direction, towards Jeff.

"What's on your mind sunshine?" I asked as I sat down next to him munching down on a carrot.

Jeff let out a sigh not meeting my eyes.

This worried me. Jeff was always polite no matter what he was feeling.

"What's going on?" I asked my voice softer as I scooted closer to him.

"What do you think of Winston?" Jeff asked.

"Winston" I said surprised "Well he's very clumsy and working in the blood house yeesh I couldn't do it. But overall he's nice I guess. Needs a better skincare routine though" I said trying to picture all the aspects that made Winston himself.

"Yea he is nice" Jeff said fiddling with his fingers.
"Why do you think he comes to the MedHut so often?".

"Umm because he's about to bleed out from another knife slip up or another pig tusk got rammed into his thigh" I said taking a wild guess.

"Oh..." Jeff said drifting off.

"Oh?" I questioned his reaction.
"OH!" I said finally catching on.
"You like Winston" I said excitedly shaking his arm.

Jeff didn't respond.

"Well do you?!" I asked scooting closer again.

"I umm.... maybe?, I think so" Jeff said stuttering as he went.

"You know I do see you two making goo goo eyes at each other" I said with cheeky smile.

Jeff blushed at this and gave my shoulder a light shove "Stop".

We grinned at each other a bit more starting to feed off each other's excitement when a disgusted cry came from the homestead.

"UGH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

My eyes went wide and I snapped my neck over to Chuck who's gaze met mine with the same fear.

"We will finish this conversation later I promise but right now I gotta go" I said getting up and waving Chuck over.

"Oh my, what did you do?" Jeff laughed out our panicked state.

We saw Minho across the dining area with slime on the left side of his face, in his ear and up through his hair. I grabbed Chuck's hand and we took off running as fast as we could manage giggling as we made our way to the lookout tower.

The rest of the gladers laughing along with us as they caught sight of Minho. One last slug clinging to the arc of his ear.