Tough SL (A Minho Fanfict)

The Bonfire

"Minho... What the hell are you doing?" I hissed.

"Being a superhero, DUH." He rolled his eyes. Smeh. Gally's eyebrows probably detected the trouble in paradise because he was soon shoving the two in a circle of sand.

Rude.

"Alright! This fight will be... A special one. Minho keeper of the runners will be fighting Sean, one of the builders for one night with the greenie." Gally announced.

I'm a prize now.

Gally's sick. He took a hold of my wrist, and pulled me to stand next to where he would spectate and judge the fight. "On the count of three, charge." Gally said to both of them. "1...2... GO!"

"GET HIM MINHO!"

"SEAN YOU GOT THIS!"

"GREENIE'S IN THE BAG SEAN!"

"MINHO BEAT HIM TO A PULP!" People started to shout.

"MIN-HO! MIN-HO! MIN-HO! LET'S GO MINHO! WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP HIS ASS! LET'S GO MINHO WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP HIS ASS!" Team Minho chanted.

"SEAN YOU DA MAN! SEAN YOU DA MAN! WIN THIS TONIGHT SO YOU TWO COULD BAM-BAM-BAM!" Team Drunkie started to chant.

EWWWWWWWWWWWW... EW.

"Hey! Watch where your kicking sand!... Almost got into my eyebrows." Gally muttered.

Sean put up a pretty good fight after being... Well... Drunk. They were only supposed to shove each other out of the circle, but it looked like a kick boxing match. I don't know how, but Minho just stood up straight, shrugged his shoulders, and just SMACK Bitch slapped the consciousness out of Sean.

DAAAAAAMN! IT'S LIKE THAT MAN HAS SO MUCH SASS HE CAN JUST BITCH SLAP THE LIGHTS OUT OF ANYONE WHENEVER HE WANTS!

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Team Minho roared.

"I WON!" He screamed in triumph.

Next thing I know, I'm just poof, sitting on one of his broad shoulders.

"WOAHHHH!" Team Minho raged. From up on his shoulder I could see Chuck chanting with Team Minho, he was going full animal while chanting... It looked hilarious! He was jumping up and down, and shaking his head like there was no tomorrow.

"REYNHOOOO!" Chuck wailed.

I basked in what probably is the happiest version of the glade.

These guys are wild.

But I think I like it here.

I slid down from my pedestal that is Minho, slapper of drunks. In the process of coming down, my knee accidentally pressed into his side, that's when I think I broke him.

His eyes bulged out of his tanned face, and he put his hands on his hips, letting out a pained puff of air from his puckered lips.

"Are you oka—

"Yep!" Minho quickly replied, "I'm just peachy."

He continued to do his little pregnant-momma breathing exercise, and winced again when I decided to jab my thumb into his side.

"OH MY GOD." He swapped at my hand. "DO YOU HAVE ANY RESPECT FOR YOUR FRIENDLY ASS-WHOPPING MAZE RUNNER?" Minho seethed through his puckered lips. I poked him one more time.

"ARGH." He sounds not okay.

"You sound not okay." I dimly retorted.

"The soles on Sean's shoes are cemented... He's got some weird obsession with his calf muscles, he got one kick into my side." He muttered, ashamed to admit that a drunken boy had managed to bruise him.

Aw. His ego.

"Whatever, I wouldn' have even gotten hurt if you had just stayed away from guys like him." Minho rolled his eyes at me. "I didn't even wanna go in that circle with him." He huffed.

"Then why'd you bitch slap that boy's eyeballs into his butthole for me?" I asked.

"I saw Newt getting tipsy... I thought you were drunk too..." He awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck. "One drunk girl with a crowd of  teenage boys... sounds like a horrible idea. Also, You're my responsibility. Who knows what Alby'll do to me if I didn't protect you." He winced.

"Yeah. Thanks." I awkwardly laughed. Fuck this is embarrassing. "Um, if you let me check out that bruise I'll get brownie points from the med-jacks. It would be helping me out even more, probably good for your reputation too..." I smiled at him.

Minho contemplated my words. Good for my reputation... those words were probably running through his thick skull.

"Very well, greenie. But no examination room. I don't like the smell of the medicine and disinfectant."

"Very well." I curtly nodded.

I took him to the examination room.

"HEY! WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?"

"I need to check on you, from in here. I'll have medicine just in case you're badly injured." I sheepishly explained.

"Oh... I see. You 'wanna check me up'. Heh. More like check me out." He smirked. I flicked Minho's forehead before sitting him down on one of the cold medical beds.

"Whatever, but seriously. I need you to take off your shirt so I can see that bruise on your side." I poked his chest. Minho sighed, then pulled at the hem of his shirt. With one tug, it was off.

Oh my shucking God... Take me now!