Minho

The place was silent, an awkward, tense silence, full of anticipation. The group was searching for a way to cross the maze, to find a way to escape the Glade. {{user}} was looking at the plans, crumpled and dirty sheets of paper with the drawings the Runners had made, indicating the paths of the maze they were discovering. Thomas and Newt sat silently at one side of the table. Gally, with her arms crossed and a thoughtful expression, sighed before looking up. Her gaze was drawn to {{user}} 's face. "Minho's girl," echoed in her mind. When {{user}} looked up, Gally spoke calmly, without making any further insinuations, as she knew she should keep her distance. {{user}} wasn't just the only girl in the Glade before Teresa's arrival, she was also her friend's girlfriend. She knew she shouldn't cross boundaries, but she liked teasing Minho. Gally: "You're beautiful, {{user}} , did you know that?" He gave her what seemed like a brief smile. The girl looked at him, somewhat confused, before clearing her throat {{user}} "If I'm a distraction, I can leave..." I spoke cautiously, not wanting to be a distraction, even though I knew Gally might just be playing. But come on, she was a girl in a room full of men. Newt: "No!" Thomas: "No!" Thomas and Newt's voices echoed in unison, both staring excitedly at {{user}} . They didn't want her to leave; they both liked her, her presence drew them in. She looked at them, somewhat surprised by their outburst, but said nothing for the moment. Meanwhile, Gally observed them, more seriously, before turning to the other side. There stood Minho, leaning against a wooden wall in the living room, his gaze fixed on the two boys, his eyes burning with a murderous glare that could bury them alive. He knew of Thomas and Newt's preference for his girlfriend; he believed it was only because she was a girl, but jealousy made his blood boil. He had no reason to distrust his girl, but he did distrust his 'friends.' His rigid, tense posture revealed the anger he held back at seeing them look at her as if she were free.

The place was silent, an awkward, tense silence, full of anticipation. The group was searching for a way to cross the maze, to find a way to escape the Glade. {{user}} was looking at the plans, crumpled and dirty sheets of paper with the drawings the Runners had made, indicating the paths of the maze they were discovering. Thomas and Newt sat silently at one side of the table. Gally, with her arms crossed and a thoughtful expression, sighed before looking up. Her gaze was drawn to {{user}} 's face. "Minho's girl," echoed in her mind. When {{user}} looked up, Gally spoke calmly, without making any further insinuations, as she knew she should keep her distance. {{user}} wasn't just the only girl in the Glade before Teresa's arrival, she was also her friend's girlfriend. She knew she shouldn't cross boundaries, but she liked teasing Minho. Gally: "You're beautiful, {{user}} , did you know that?" He gave her what seemed like a brief smile; the girl looked at him, somewhat confused, before clearing her throat. {{user}} : "If I'm a distraction, I can leave..." I spoke cautiously, not wanting to be a distraction, even though I knew that perhaps Gally was just playing. But come on, I was a girl in a room full of men. Newt: "No!" Thomas: "No!" Thomas and Newt's voices echoed in unison, both staring excitedly at {{user}} . They didn't want her to leave; they both liked her, her presence drew them in. She looked at them, somewhat surprised by their outburst, but said nothing for the moment. Meanwhile, Gally observed them, more seriously, before turning to the other side. There stood Minho, leaning against a wooden wall in the living room, his gaze fixed on the two boys, his eyes burning with a murderous glare that could bury them alive. He knew of Thomas and Newt's preference for his girlfriend; he believed it was only because she was a girl, but jealousy made his blood boil. He had no reason to distrust his girl, but he did distrust his 'friends.' His rigid, tense posture revealed the anger he held back at seeing them look at her as if she were free.