<<published 30•oct•2014>>
A/N:
Brief make out scene so if you're uncomfortable or deem yourself too young, please don't read this. It's very short and there isn't much but still. Just to let you know :)
*chapter 3*
[It has been a few months since you've entered the maze and you and Minho have become closer than you've ever imagined]
"Drink up." Minho takes your slim hand in his gentle, calloused one, placing the wooden bowl of soup in your palm, dark eyes shadowed as he stares at you. "This is strong stuff. You'll be alright in a day. Just rest, drink soup, and enjoy a day of not having to gather fertiliser from the woods."
"I swear, I caught it from the fertiliser I scooped up." You mutter. "That stuff's foul. You guys should just potty train the animals to go klunk in the garden instead of getting someone to go into the woods to get it."
"That's a great idea." Minho eyes you, scoffing, tone oozing sarcasm. He removes his hand from the underneath of yours, and you can't help but feel a little wave of disappointment. And there you thought he was flirting with you. "Lets just let them trample all over the garden and kill all the plants in the meanwhile. Fertiliser is, you know, for living plants?"
You scowl, bringing the bowl up to your lips. "Well it's a legit idea. Clearly better than getting the poor old newbie to risk her life stumbling around in a foreign place full of trees that look the same with the constant fear of getting lost."
"Y'know," Minho runs a hand through his deliciously attractive hair. It's soft and spiked up in front in the most natural of ways. This is definitely a boy blessed with all the attributes others envy. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect mouth and smile, wonderfully fit, lean body corded with muscles in all the right places... "There's actually this new thing. It's called a sense of direction."
This time his hand comes down to rest on your knee. Through the thin fabric of your jeans, you can feel his warmth on your skin, and the touch sends a trail of pricklies up your leg and around to your back and neck. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're blushing. You hope Minho will think you're red because you're sick or something.
You take a big sip of the soup and almost spew it out on Minho. "EW!" You cry, "WHAT THE SHUCK IS THIS?"
"It's wild herbs boiled into broth and mixed with radish. Gally's recipe. It's repulsive but it works a charm. So finish it, shuck face." Minho smirks, clearly enjoying watching your reaction.
You almost smile at the phrase shuck face. He uses it on you so much that it's become an endearment.
My pretty little shuck face. Stupid shuck face. This shuck face is a piece of klunk. You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck there ever was.
You take another laboured sip, and then another, focusing on the feeling of Minho's thumb tracing circles on your knee instead of the bitterness of the broth. "I think this'll make me even more sick. I feel like gagging now, it tastes like klunk!"
"Quit whining, slinthead. Drink and swallow."
"Yuck."
"Look, d'you wanna get well or not?" Minho cocks his head.
"Yeah yeah, Mr Doctor. Now shut up and let me drink in peace." You glare in misery at the repulsive greenish brown liquid sloshing around in the wooden bowl. "This is gross."
There's a sort of silence for a few seconds, only broken by soft sounds of you slurping up the soup.
Then Minho breaks it by clearing his throat. "So... What's the deal with you and Thomas?"
You raise your eyebrows, sniffing.
"You came up in the box murmuring his name like some sexed up shuck." He mutters.
"Is that jealousy I hear?" You smirk, eyeing him over the bowl of soup.
"Who? Me? Psh. I don't get jealous." Minho looks at you with shadowed eyes, tilting his head, chin angled up.
He is so jealous.
"Yeah right." You sneer. "What if I told you that me and Thomas were together before we came up in the box?"
He narrows his eyes. "Then I'd tell you to go find him, shag him, make a thousand babies, and appoint me as the fairy godfather."
You smirk again. Jealoussssss.
"Chillax, dude. He was the only one I remembered. But I also remember him being together with another girl. For all I know Thomas and I are siblings."
Minho looks curious, and almost relieved about Thomas having a girlfriend which isn't you. "What do you remember?"
"Voices." You reply. "Lab coats. Doctors in lab coats. I remember Thomas and the other girl in lab coats. She's gorgeous. She's fair, and slim, with thick black hair and blue eyes. I remember holding... Hands."
Minho raises an eyebrow.
"I remember holding hands with a boy who has a long scar across the bottom his left palm. I can't remember who the boy is though."
You expect Minho to do something. Anything to show displeasure. Over the past few months, you and Minho have gotten close, and you're almost in a relationship. You guys act like it, so becoming official is almost unnecessary.
The thing is, Minho is extremely possessive. You wait for him to narrow his eyes. Or make a face. Or pull a poker face and grind his teeth.
But instead, there's nothing.
You almost choke on the soup when his hand trails the length of your thigh. The way he's touching you seems as if it's the most normal thing on earth. His face is straight and calm, as if he's running his hand over a piece of wood, or the table, and not your shucking thigh.
With a last gulp, you drain the offending bowl of soup, plonking it on the table. "That broth tastes like klunk. Let's hope I never fall sick again." You sniff, rubbing your nose. Minho stands up, hand moving to your knee again, and then sits down on your bed, cross legged, directly in front of you. This time both hands go on your thighs and you suck in a deep breath. His eyes are dark and you know that he's definitely in the mood.
"Don't you have some mazerunning to do?" You lean closer, basking in the warmth of his body heat. His hands slip under your shirt, slowly but surely going up up up. You're sure your heart is working up a storm and you slide your palm up the wall of his abs, his chest, you find that his heart is beating just as fast.
"Nah, won't make a difference even if I was out there. I told you before, there's no way out. I've mapped out the entire maze and I know it by heart. So there's no point." He slides his palms further up and you suck in a sharp breath, letting it all out in a quiet sigh.
"How positive of you." You murmur, unbuttoning the front of his shirt. "You bring me much... h-hope." By now his eyes are glazed over and you're pretty sure yours are too. Both of you are caught up in the heat of the moment and you're not in a hurry to let it end.
"Oh I'm hopeful alright." Minho inches closer, breath fanning your face. He smells like mint and raspberries, the combination of which he loves to chew. You found a mint plant in the forest and brought it to the garden to let it grow. Now everybody plucks them to chew on. It's a perfect substitute for gum. Minty, chewy, and keeps your breath fresh.
You like to think of it as a greenie's gift to the glade.
He slides his hands out of your shirt, suddenly grabbing your shoulders and pinning you down, eyes locked with yours, breath coming quickly. As an afterthought, he grabs your wrists and pins your arms above your head, staring straight at you.
He faces his left palm towards you and along the bottom of it runs a long, jagged scar.
It's almost unnoticeable.
Almost.
But it's there.
You utter one word. "Minho."
And then his lips come crashing down onto yours.
♡
A/N:
Hey you lovely lovely people!!! I'm gonna extend this into three parts. Would you want me to write the kiss scene or just move it on to the next part? Please comment your pref because I can't continue Shuck Caught The Flu unless I get a response stating whether I should write
a) kiss scene
Or
b) launch straight into after the kiss
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