try thominho and number 38 :)
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“Well that was a little bit dramatic, don’t you think?”
The two boys laid on the floor of the maze, Thomas had fallen into Minho’s arms taking both of them to the ground.
Thomas glared at Minho as he stood back up from the floor of the maze. “I hate you.”
“You know, you could have at least warned me that you were going to fall into my arms.” Minho smirked.
“Excuse me? I tripped and I kind of just… you know… fainted.” Thomas whispered, kicking at the ground.
“Yeah, well you could have warned me you were going to trip and fate. Maybe then you wouldn’t be on your ass.”
Thomas held his glare down at Minho, before turning around and staring at the wall. After a few moments of laying on the ground, Minho rose and walked over. “You know, I just saved your life technically.”
Thomas scoffed and turned around, his chest touching Minho’s. He hadn’t realized how close his running partner was to him. After taking a few steady breaths, Thomas spoke: “Yeah, and how do you suppose you did that, exactly?” Thomas asked, glaring daggers at Minho.
“Well logically, the floor of the maze is made from stone, correct?” Minho started, beginning to circle around Thomas like a vulture awaiting to catch his prey. “And if you would have fell as hard as you did, and hit the floor, your head would have been hurt pretty badly, you probably would have been dead.”
“Okay, and I’m the dramatic one how exactly?”
Minho ignored the comment. “Hence, I am the savior in this entire situation. Am I going to get a thank you?”
“No. Because you didn’t do anything. You just cushioned my fall is all.”
Thomas turned around to begin running through the maze again but Minho grabbed his wrist. “Come on, please.”
“No. I’m not going to give you a thank you. Besides what would I even give you?”
“I don’t know, a kiss maybe?”
Thomas was taken aback. “Excuse me? Did you just ask me to give you a kiss?”
“Yes, I did and you aren’t allowed to go back into that glade until you do, I don’t care if the doors close.”
Thomas wasn’t about to tell Minho he had always wanted to kiss Minho, ever since he arrived in the glade.
“Fine, you know what? Fine.” Thomas yelled, stepping forwards and slamming his lips into Minho’s.
Minho gasped out of surprise, falling back into the walls of the maze. The kiss lingered for longer than Thomas and probably Minho had expected and they both pulled away after a few minutes. “Look who’s the dramatic one again.” Minho breathed out, out of breath.
Thomas nodded. “Guess that’s just who I am, race you back to the glade.” He whispered before turning around to run away.
“Oh you sneaky shank.” Minho mumbled before chasing after him.
They didn’t tell anyone what had happened, and they definitely didn’t tell anyone that it continued to happen.