“So…” Minho shuffled at his feet, his fingers tapping awkwardly on the wooden table of the Map hut. It was unusual for him to be so speechless, but Ben had really outdone himself by walking into the hut after Minho had clearly told all the runners that the hut was off-limits tonight… except for the two of you, obviously.

And of course, Ben didn’t listen and busted in, greeting him was the sight of you and Minho’s little make-out session. Which only made Ben grin like a fool.

You and Minho had been dating for a while, and every Glader knew, so it wasn’t a total surprise. However, Ben’s amusement vanished completely as he was kicked out with curses being thrown at him, ‘slinthead’— ‘shuckface’, you name it.

“I just thought we’d have some alone time.” Minho sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance, his face flushed so red a few moments ago it was ridiculous.