𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Valentine's Day

A/N: Don't ask me how Y/n knows it's Valentine's Day :)

What's your favorite one-shot so far? ❤️

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Chuck!" I put my hands on the kid his shoulders, causing him to yelp. "It's just me." I laughed when he turned around in shock.

Chuck let out a relieved sigh. "What is it?"

"Do you know what day it is tomorrow?" I mysteriously asked, pulling the kid with me so we walked through the Glade.

"No, so you better tell me." Chuck replied.

"Valentine's Day." I simply said. "I have a plan."

"I'm not giving Minho a love letter if that's your idea!" Chuck quickly defended with red cheeks. "But you do whatever you want. Give your crush a love letter, I'm sure he'll love it."

"And who do you think my crush is, Chuckie?" I chuckled lightly at the confidence the boy had.

"Newt."

My whole face turned into a deep red. Chuck was right. My crush was Newt, but I couldn't tell him. He wouldn't like me back.

"How do you even know that?" I stammered, taken back by the sudden response.

"You always stare at him, talk about him, try to be near him, get nervous around him, say stupid things when he's close to you, get clumsy, turn red, laugh at his jokes, smile at him, ask everything about his day, talk to me about him, and keep saying that he looks good."

"Alright. I get it. Great." I quickly said, surprised by Chuck's summary. "But anyways. I planned to give everyone a love letter."

"I'm not a player like Minho." Chuck blurted out.

I chuckled lightly. "I mean that we are not the sender. So we give Minho a letter and for example put Thomas' name under it."

"Okay, I'll help. But I have one condition." Chuck's stopped walking and held up one finger.

"Which is?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You have to give Newt one too."

"Okay. I'll just-."

"Without putting Minho's name under it." Chuck interrupted. "You gotta put either your own name or no name at all, so it's anonymous." The kid ordered.

"Fine." I sighed.

~

Chuck and I had gathered pink and white papers to make cards and hearts with.

"Who's gonna be Minho's sender?" I asked.

"Thomas."

"And Thomas' sender?"

"Newt."

"Clint's sender?"

"Jeff."

"Frypan's sender?"

"Alby."

"Jeff's sender?"

"Zart."

"Newt's sender?"

"You."

We kept questioning who was gonna send who a card, and eventually we decided it all.

"Isn't it suspicious that everyone gets a card except for us?" I suddenly questioned.

Chuck frowned. "It is."

"Alright. We'll make one for ourselves too."

"Who's gonna give mine?" Chuck asked.