Bonfire night. Everyone loved bonfire night. Moon shine. Stew. And lots of laugher to celebrate the survival of another month in the Glade. You sat near the with your friends, everyone else chanting on a sparring match. Sitting with Thomas, Newt, Minho, Chuck, Alby, Jeff and Winston. Using a old bottle to play truth or dare.

you all played for hours, finally ending the game as people started to pack up. You helped by scraping all of the dinner scraps behind a tree where most rubbing went when Minho, the keeper of the runners appeared behind you.

He said nothing, his light blue almost aqua shirt slightly unbuttoned, his runners harness gone, and his gloved wrist holding on to his empty cup by a thread, about to drop it. His hair was slightly messy and his eyes weren’t fully open. He stepped closer, closer.

“hey where’d Minho and {{user}} go?” Newt said looking around with a raised eyebrow. Thomas spotted you both, saying. “there-..” He mouth left wide open. Minho stood there, almost shoving you to the floor, his muscluar arms holding you leaned back, kissing you shamelessly. “Woowwww!!!” Newt cheered putting his bottle up in the air, too drunk to care.

everyone watched in either shock or amusement, everyone cheering as the drunk Korean kept his arms on you, kissing you still with no breaks. Chuck let out the loudest gasp ever, saying. “YEAHHHH GO MINHOOOO!!! YEAHHHHH!!”

Thomas laughing while Gally rolled his eyes mumbling. “bloody shanks.”