You had been working for half an hour in the gardens after the Minho-shin incident, and were fully aware that Minho would report you. After all, you hurt another Glader. 1 night in the Pit at least. But as the day turned into night, nothing happened. No reprimands, punishments, not even a whisper of what had happened. Until supper.

There you were, eating Frypan's... Concoction, when from behind you:
"Hey Y/N. Could I talk to you for a minute?"

Shuck. Shuck shuck shuck.
You cleared your throat nervously.
"Um, sure, Minho. " you replied, desperately hoping he wasn't going to kill you. You followed him to the edge of the hammocks, where there was noone to see your brutal murder. You both walked in complete silence.
He turned to face you.
"You kicked my shin." he said bluntly.
"Yup." you replied. He deserved it, so you weren't ashamed.
"It was shucking sore...And kinda hot."
WUT.

"I only annoy you so much because I like you, Y/N. I hadn't realised how  much I was hurting you. So, if you eternally hate me and want nothing to do with me, I understand. But if you'd give me a shot, I promise to make up for all the klunk-head things that I've done. What do you say?"
You stood frozen, your mouth imitating a goldfish. You had had a crush on him, which turned to hate as his bullying got worse. But, he seemed sincere.
"Fine, I'll give you a shot, Minho. But you've got 1 chance, and 1 chance only. Got it?" you say, looking him straight in the eyes.
"You got it princess." he replies, giving you a cheeky wink. He rubs his hands together and smiles evilly.
"Now, how about you and me go make all the wooden pegs Gally and his lot made look like dicks? Look, I have charcoal we can use!"
You grin back.
"Lets go piss off Gally then."

LJ x