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You're Brenda's 'sister'. Years ago Jorge picked you up in the Scorch just a few weeks after her. Since then, you've been an unofficial family. You're not blood, but love means more anyway. Even if it looks a little odd sometimes, it works.
You were the first one to catch his eye. He didn't know why. There was just something about you. The way you carry yourself, your head high, your shoulders back, and your demeanor calm, left him intrigued. You were just so sure of yourself and who you are. You didn't flinch, didn't show fear. You were capable.
You had been with Jorge and them when looking for Brenda. You were a small but efficient group. You got what needed to be done finished. You made it through Scorch City. You found Marcus. You rescued Thomas and Brenda.
Now that you were all calm and ready to go to the Safe Haven, Minho had time to actually think about everything. He thought about your effortless sarcasm that you whipped out like the word hello. He thought about the way you were straight up cold when you had to get information out of Marcus. He thought about the way your cold glare made people step back from you. He thought about when you stabbed that Crank to save everyone's lives.
It intrigued him. There was something about all these things that should intimidate him that drew him in. He was now hooked, simply because you didn't want anyone to be. It was obvious you wanted the bare minimum of human interaction, so now he can't help but want everything to do with you.
You were hanging on the edge, holding on to the roof as you kept your feet firmly planted on the steps. The entire ride, you had decided you'd rather stand than deal with being squished beside someone.
Keeping his gaze on you, Minho looked you up and down as you wore a blank expression. No joy, no fear, no worry, no anything. Just stern and determined eyes. Determined for what? He wasn't sure but determined nevertheless.
Feeling someone's eyes burning holes in the back of your head, you finally gave in and turned to give the person a harsh glare.
Then, you saw that it was Minho.
You hate people, but to be honest, he didn't seem all that terrible. He had a good head on his shoulders. You had seen the way he so quickly caught on to where you were all going and the patterns in the path. He had been more than ready to get his friend and your sister back. He never once slowed his pace unless it was to help out one of his friends.
You have to admit, he wasn't that bad. For an actual human, he was pretty cool.
That's why instead of glaring you smirked and winked at him. Before you could see his reaction, you simply turned back around wearing that same small yet smug grin.
He grinned to himself at your subtle action. With that one move already filling his head with the possibility and secret truth of you being as impressed by him as he is by you, he leaned back and planned out the best course of action to make you his official partner in productive crime.
