you being an introvert but an extreme yapper around close friends was one of your best personality traits — according to minho anyway...

you didn't like talking in front of people in fear of getting ignored or stumbling over your words and getting laughed at. but you had to talk a lot more than you liked to being apart of the glade and all.

so, you were sat with minho, your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your soft hair.

your best friend — who also happened to be your boyfriend, stared down at your gorgeous coloured eyes as he smiled down at you.

"i feel like nobody gets me," you sighed out, your energy being drained from having to sit so many hours with gladers you weren't very familiar with. "i also only like myself when i'm with you. and i take back what i said before, you're the only person who gets me."

that caused minho to grin, "oh really? well shank, you ain't too bad yourself.."