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Everything happened in a blink of an eye, another griever chasing Asterin and Thomas around the maze and her being a perfect leader, and by that it means saving his life plenty of times today such as pulling him by the back of his collar once they reached a dead end, both Asterin and Thomas groaned in pain once they hit the ground and the griever who didn't seem to give up was screeching and trying to catch them but thanks goodness to the ivy's that tore with them once they fell to the ground trapped it, Asterin watched as the spikes tried to grab her but it only scratched against the ground creating marks and the most irritating sound as if someone was standing beside her ear with a fork scratching on a plate.
Grabbing Thomas's wrist she dragged him away from the monster panting heavily, Thomas looked at her in horror before running after her, this is the 5th time she saved him, both the teenagers stared at the griever struggling to get free before a parson came out of nowhere grabbing Thomas arm who snapped his head towards whoever it was ready to punch them, Asterin screamed at the thought it was another griever but it was only Minho staring at them in anger, "you crazy son of a bitch!" he exclaimed turning to look at the griever who was getting ready to chase them once again, Minho reached to grab Asterin gently not to startle her and started running down the corridor, "Minho! it's changing, we can lose it down here!" she exclaimed looking at the dark corridor which was empty, he nodded in agreement before pulling her once again, "dude I can run myself!" she exclaimed, turning to look behind in hope Thomas was with them but no, he was by the end of the corridor gesturing for the griever to follow him, "shit! Thomas! get here you shank!" she yelled at him, in which he did as told but with a griever behind him inches away.
"Come on Thomas, don't look back! it will make you slow down and throw you off balance!" she exclaimed along with Minho who stared in terror at the monster, Thomas followed their rules but couldn't help himself but look behind seeing the griever trying to bite him, the walls were closing and before he could think of anything he threw himself at Asterin and Minho who immediately caught him panting heavily, Asterin stared at the closed walls where the griever who was chasing them was now dead with its mouth wide open and spikes in front of it. Thomas got up cleaning his shirt from the dust before looking at Asterin who glared at him, "didn't I say to follow me?" she asked with narrowed eyes, they were like daggers shooting at him and Thomas could feel his eyes look down in fear, she flicked him in the forehead watching as the boy in response groaned in pain and rubbing his forehead, "ow what was that for?!" he exclaimed in pain, Asterin frown got deeper as she stepped towards him with her hands on her hips, "what was that for? I said you follow me wherever I go and not you motioning that fucker to follow you?!" Asterin scolded him before rolling her eyes at the boy who pouted trying to ease the pain from his forehead.
"It was genius what you did, Thomas, but please next time follow me and don't do something stupid, cause I don't want Newt to yell at me for not protecting you." She said smiling softly at Thomas who nodded at the black-haired girl, "I don't need protection." He said following the runners behind, she laughed, throwing her head back, "as if you weren't about to die five times today, Tommy." Asterin doesn't care whenever that person is the most powerful person in this cruel world or even god but if that person is someone she truly cares for she'll protect them no matter what (especially knowing Newt's frightening glare he'll shoot her if Thomas was injured) and Asterin was proud of her job.
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The walls opened, and Newt and Chuck both made their way towards it in hope that they were back, back home, back to the glade, but no one was in sight, not even a silhouette, Frypan had his hand together and prayed to whoever was in the sky to help him and bring Asterin back, oh a huge lecture was waiting for her (from both Frypan and Newt) but if she was alive that was all that mattered for now. "I told you, Chuck, they're not coming back.." Newt's soft voice full of sorrow startled the younger boy who didn't believe the leader's word, everyone walked away leaving Chuck alone who still hasn't given up, Frypan eyes blurred as he turned back to look at Chuck and back to the maze were three heads popped up, four to be exact "no way..." he muttered meeting eyes with Chuck who turned back to the maze with lit eyes, "Yeah!" He cheered watching as the runners got closer, Thomas leading the way, Minho carrying the head and Asterin the legs.
Every glader ran towards them cheering and congratulating them, Asterin fell to her knees gasping for air, and turned to look at Minho who was already staring at her, she could see the pure sorrow and guilt in his beautiful eyes who were already staring at her bleeding arm before to her eyes were a soft smile was placed on her lips that warmed his heart, Chuck ùade his way towards the girl and wrapped his arms around her neck startling her, she answered the chuck with one arm tapping his back and her chin on the boy's shoulder with a lovely smile that got everyone (except Fry and Newt) blushing, Minho rolled his eyes before turning to look at Alby who was still unconscious, Asterin ruffled Chuck's hair before getting up and weakly make her way towards Minho sitting beside him, "Hey, you alright?" she whispered, her hand sneakily grabbing his gently that seemed to be resting on the ground, "am I alright? I should ask you that!" he whispered harshly.
Asterin rolled her eyes with her thumb grazing his bruised knuckles, "shhh, stop yelling!" she scolded back, "you saw a griever?" Chuck's voice startled both the teenagers who were staring deep and lovingly into each other's eyes, her hand leaving his exposing it to the cold, "yeah..yeah I saw one." Thomas replied panting, "he didn't just see it, he killed it." said Minho trying to forget the warmth of her hand on his, everyone cheered for Thomas but the boy didn't give a fuck about the cheering nor them congratulating him but he only thought on how to apologize to Newt, who was smiling warmly and proudly at him, Thomas looked away his face flaming red like a tomato the fire of passion flamed his face. His eyes accidentally met Asterin's tired ones who stared back at him with a raised eyebrow and smirk on the corner of her lips.
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Asterin came out of the shower, a sigh of relief left her lips once she came out of the bathroom fresh and wearing comfortable clothes and not those ridiculous pants and that ripped shirt, her wound seemed to be bleeding once again and that was why she immediately ran towards Jeff who was walking out of the room, "Jeff wait up!" she called the boy who smiled warmly back at her, "I have a slight wound, would you mind treating it for me?" she asked the boy kindly who immediately nodded back at her, "of course!" he replied, opening the door for her.
Minho was already sitting on the bed wincing in pain once he felt the cotton with alcohol on it press on his wounds, Asterin sat on the other bed in front of him trying to fight the urge of looking down his exposed torso, his abs were a piece of art, he looked like a sculptured Greek god at the moment and she found her cheeks becoming pink once his eyes met hers and he looked down at the shirt she was wearing, it wasn't his, he wondered why? when he exactly left a shirt on top of her bed.
the Med-jacks left the room and went to eat their lunch leaving both the teenagers in the room, Asterin grabbed a cup of water before placing it beside Alby who was sleeping and panting heavily as if he was having a nightmare, sweat ran down his neck as he twisted around the bed, guilt was written all over her face as she whispered sorry plenty of times, turning over to look at Minho who was already staring at her, he was standing and she couldn't help but let her eyes linger down his b=perfect body and back up to his eyes, he looked perfect, so perfect.
She gulped looking back up to his eyes, Minho had a cocky grin on his lips and a raised eyebrow "enjoying the view? why didn't you wear the shirt I gave you?" he asked the girl while grabbing his shirt and trying to put it on without wincing in pain, Asterin rushed toward him and placed her hand on top of his stopping him from moving, she turned him around and grabbed the shirt before carefully rolling it down trying so hard not to touch his wounds on his back, her cold fingers slightly pressed against his back sending a shiver down his pain, her finger on his back was like a brush, warm and soft, like a feather. and he couldn't help but turn around and stare down at her, the smell of lavender went up to his nostrils like a wave completely brainwashing him, "are you alright? is your arm alright?" he asked, turning to look at her arm, which was perfectly bandaged, she smiled, her smile was a sealed envelope.
"I am fine, Minho, you should take care of yourself and not me." she scolded slightly the black haired boy who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "yeah.. you still haven't answered my question!" he changed the subject and Asterin seemed to notice how he ignored whenever she talks bout him, not that she was against it, if he didn't want to talk about it she's not going to force him, "I- I ruined your shirt, I was bleeding so much back in the maze and had to bandage it for a while so- I can't wear your shirts anymore and I really am sorry.." she was panicking and he could see that she looked everywhere but his eyes cause she knew if she did, she'll melt in them.
He cupped her cheek making her look at him, Asterin's breath hitched as soon as she felt his warm hands press against her cheek she stared deep into his eyes in search of a hint of anger but there was nothing but complete softness, his eyes were like the warm dark coffee Newt prepared specially for her every morning, her favorite. "hey I don't care if it's torn or not, you will wear my shirts whenever you want, we share the same closet and are roommates anyways." he replied placing a slight kiss on her forehead, his smile was like a beam of sunlight shining the darkest corners of the room. god, the way his perfect lips pressed on her forehead was ravishing, she didn't want to leave his arms. But the sound of someone knocking in the room snapped the teenagers out of their fantasies and looked at the door where Zart stood in the doorway with a smirk, "we're having a meeting." grabbing the hair tie she ran out of the room as fast as she could trying to forget what just happened and to fight the urge of reddening.
Oh.
my.
god.