And Roses
| part 2 of Thorns |
pairings: minho x fem!medjack!reader
summary: you and minho suddenly became close, what happens when you confess just how close you feel?
warnings/tags: brief mention of injury, strangers/acquaintances to friends to lovers, bsf!newt, wingman gally, first kiss, use of nickname 'princess', not proofread!
- no use of y/n!
author's note: here's part 2!! highkey no need for it to be 2 parts but whatever :P & once again thank you @gladii0lus for the inspiration :))
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Was Newt serious? He must've been mental to think you were just going to 'confess' to a guy you've only been friends with for barely a week.
"You're joking. I'm not doing that!" You spoke after Newt finished his relentless teasing about confessing to Minho.
"Your call. But he's likely not going to do it."
Confessing. So cliché.
Newt could see the expression on your face, the kind that's so subtle majority of the other gladers could never catch it. But Newt knew you, and he knew you well. "Look—there's another bonfire tonight. Maybe something'll happen."
"...Ominous."
"Go do your job."
"You want people to get hurt?"
The slightly irritated stare Newt gave you was enough to make you turn around. "Alright I'm leaving."
Night fell upon the Glade once again, the sky nearly clear and you could count the sparkles scattered across. Some dull. Some shiny.
You were in the kitchen with Frypan and Gally as the other boys were spread out all around the fire—some sitting on logs and talking, others pushing each other around in the dirt. Fry was at the stove, the sound of pork sizzling in a pan filling the air. You were standing side by side with Gally, helping him make his special drink. You were the only one he shared the recipe to.
You were both working on your own part, Gally preparing the ingredients and you mixing it, when he spoke up.
"So, you and Minho, huh?"
You froze. "What?"
"Don't ya like him?"
"Where did you hear this?"
"A little birdie."
Newt has a big mouth.
"Seriously?"
"Listen, I support. He cares a lot about you."
"And where'd you hear that?"
"Minho."
"Minho told you he cares about me?" You asked incredulously, forgetting the work you were doing with the drink and leaning one hand on the counter, looking up at Gally.
"Well, he told me more than that. But y'know."
"You and Newt gotta stop leading me on with this type of information."
"Look, Minho's right outside," Gally continues as he sets two full glasses in front of you. "Go give him a drink and figure it out."
You huff and take the drinks in either of your hands. "Fine. But not because you told me to, because I want to."
"Good luck," he drew out as his eyes followed you out the door.
"Shut up," you replied in the same dull, sing-songy tone.
The air was cool against your skin, but there was a warm feeling that bloomed throughout your body as you grew closer to Minho, who was sitting on the grass against a log.
"Hey," you said, settling down beside him and handing him one of the glasses.
"Hey princess," he casually replied before taking the drink. "Thank you."
"How's your leg?"
"Alright, still a little sore but I'm walking easy."
"Can I take a look?"
"Be my guest," he said as offered his leg and pulled up the fabric covering his skin to allow you to see.
"Oh yeah, it's looking good."
"Of course it does, you're the one that fixed it."
You couldn't help but chuckle, settling back in the same position as a moment ago. "You're too kind," you replied teasingly.
"I don't think so. I don't think I'm doing enough, actually.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," his voice softened a noticeable amount, just above a whisper almost. Luckily you were close enough for it to not be drowned out by the endless chatter of other gladers. It also helped you were staring right at each other, the warm lighting making him all the more prettier.
It was quiet between the two of you as you momentarily took sips every few seconds. Yet it was a comfortable type of quiet. "Can I just be straight-up with you?"
"Go for it," Minho responds, setting his drink on the grass right beside him.
"I've been told that you care about me."
He looked a bit confused at the sentence, of course he cared about you, he cared about everyone in the Glade. But obviously he had his favorites. "Of course I do."
"A lot, Minho."
He paused, glancing down at his lap before up at the fire straight ahead. "Yeah. So what? You're my friend."
"Do you think that?"
"Think that you're my friend?"
"Newt and Gally don't exactly have the quietest mouths."
Minho's eyebrows scrunched down before they were raised and his eyes widened, a slight nod from his head as he took a couple sips of his drink. "I see. Shanks."
"So..."
"So."
Silence. It felt like all the sounds around you were muffled. It was just you and him. Then his voice cut through the quiet.
"Look I-...I don't really know what happened. We've been here together for 3 years and we never talked. Then suddenly I came to you for help and I just—you were everywhere. Even when you weren't actually there. I know it's only been like a week since we technically actually met but-"
"Minho," you interrupted, tilting your head down a bit to look at him directly, cutting him off from his rambling as he trailed off and made eye contact. "You're not the only one."
He looked at you. Puzzled yet hopeful.
"I care about you too. A lot." A teasing smile grew on his face as he looked at you.
"Well I'd hope so, it's your job."
You huffed a soft laugh before muttering a friendly 'jerk'. The laughing quieted between you two and you just looked at each other.
"Y'know Newt said I should get on one knee and confess with a rose."
"Seriously?"
A new voice immediately followed the statement, making both you and Minho jump slightly and turn to where the source was. Newt. "No I didn't, you did. I vaguely agreed with you."
"How long have you been there for?" You asked.
"Long enough. All that and you still haven't technically confessed."
"Well can you leave then?"
Newt simply shrugged and turned away, leaving you be like you thought you were the whole time. Letting out a few surprised chuckles, you turned back to Minho, who was already looking at you.
"I think you're sweet Minho. And funny. And really brave for going into that maze every day."
"...And handsome?"
You shake your head as you look out at the glade straight ahead, a soft smile having grown on your face before once again turning back to Minho, who still hadn't taken his deep brown eyes off you. "Yeah I guess you're pretty cute."
And just like countless times before, a comfortable quietness filled the space between you, his eyes flickering all over your face—your eyes, the slight natural highlight on your nose, your lips, the pale blush that lived on your cheeks. "Can I kiss you?" He said without thinking—well actually he thought a lot about it. It's all he thinks about. But maybe not in the form of a question and more of an action.
He took your nod of confirmation as a green light, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours, one hand finding the back of your head in a tender hold, his other on the side of your neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin. On the other side, your own hand found his wrist near your neck, holding onto the smoothness of it despite the conditions he lives in.
The kiss felt longer than it was, and when you pulled apart, just barely, gentle smiles tugged at your lips. Everything around you both was drowned out.
Until a sudden burst of cheers, whistles, and clapping shattered it. You both turned your heads to face the commotion, though your hands never left their positions. Pretty much every glader was staring in your direction, wide grins plastered on each and every one of them. Some of them held their glasses of Gally's special in the air before taking a few sips, and your eyes scanned the group for information. Landing on Newt, he called out over the loud cheering, "Everyone was waiting! It was getting annoying, really. Congrats."
As quickly as it began, the crowd died down and went back to their casual banter with the ones near them. It was just you and Minho again. Your hands barely shifted from where they sat, only his having moved from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, and his other thumb rested just above your jawline.
He never looked away from you, even when you were looking away from him. The fire placed a movie-like sparkle in his eyes like you were the cause for it.
The pink tint on your face only deepened when you focused back on him. "Hi."
"Hey."
"...Can you kiss me again?"
Answering with a charming smile, he leaned forward once more, finding your lips again. It was a quick one and you only pulled apart a mere couple inches for barely a second before he pressed his lips against yours, deeply and full of something unnameable, you could taste Gally's drink he had minutes ago. The kiss lasted shorter than you wanted to, being cut off by a whistle and a joking 'get a room', causing you both to smile against the other. He pressed one last peck against your temple as you laid your head on his shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh.
Minho's arm dropped from the back of your neck to drape around your shoulders, his other landing back on his own lap, picking up his drink sat next to him.
He still didn't know how this all happened so suddenly. But maybe the fairytales weren't too far off with the whole love-at-first-sight thing.
