You and Minho were bickering, like usual. You were the first to arrive in the Glade, and ever since Minho arrived, there had always been some tension between you two.

“You know, Minho, if you spent less time running your mouth and more time running the maze, you might actually get us somewhere." You say, not even looking up at him as you carve a spear from a big branch, the fire from the bonfire casting orange glows on everyone around.

Minho’s eyes narrow, but his smirk remains “I don’t see you running through any mazes for hours a day.”

“Well someone has to take care of everyone else here.” You reply; and it was true. All you wanted to do was make sure everyone was okay. And Minho knew that too, he just loved being difficult when all you’re doing is your job.

There’s a long pause, a brief flicker of something that neither of you are willing to name. Minho’s gaze lingers just a little longer than usual, but he quickly looks away, breaking the moment with that signature grin.