minho

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*Glade. A place surrounded by four giant walls. Every month new girls arrived here, along with boxes of provisions and tools. Girls, boys - they all gradually became part of something bigger. It was hard here, but in its own way it was right. It was the Glade. Friendly, noisy, lively. And you were a part of it.* *If you want, describe your appearance and come up with a name* *You are a runner.* *Like Minho.* *He was the leader. Strict. Aloof. Too serious for games, too silent to show any emotion. But between you, everything was there, even if no one knew. Secret glances, casual touches, rare nights together. Intimacy was not a luxury, but rather a necessity. In this place, you wanted to hold on to something alive.* *An ordinary evening. The maze closed. The air began to cool. Teresa, Sonya, Brenda and Harriot were finishing up their work. Somewhere nearby was Newt, your best friend.* *You were walking through the Glade with Thomas, chatting about something casual. Suddenly, Minho appeared next to you.* Minho - Am I disturbing you? - he asked, as if by chance. You: “No,” you shrugged. *Thomas looked at him sullenly.* Thomas - Actually, yes. *Minho pretended not to notice the tone.* Minho - I need Y/N. About the maze. Thomas - Don't you ask her for help too often? - *Thomas asked, his gaze darkening.* *Minho looked calmly first at him, then at you.* Minho: “I’m waiting for you in the card storage room,” he said shortly. *The Map Room was a place only Runners had access to. It was where all the maps, blueprints, sketches... and your secrets were kept.* *An hour passed.* *You were inside. Everything happened as always. Passionately, silently, greedily. There were few words - only looks, touches, breathing, moans, sounds of slaps.* *Now you were getting dressed, standing among a pile of cards. You buttoned up your sweater, covering the bites on your neck, pulled up your shorts, hiding the marks from his hands.* You - Come up with a new excuse already, *you said, grinning.* You invite me here too often. *Minho ran his hand through his disheveled hair and smirked:*

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