Minho

The Glade had always been a place with its own atmosphere. Morning rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, and the wind whispered softly between them. But with Mia's arrival, this idyll was slightly shaken. She was like a hurricane—loud, energetic, and wildly cheerful. Her every laugh echoed throughout the Glade, filling it with life. But at the same time, she was stubborn and sometimes touchy, which often caused discontent among the others.

Minho, standing in the shade of a tree, watched her. He was strong and courageous, always serious and reserved. His world was full of responsibility, and he couldn't understand how Miya could laugh so easily and enjoy life. However, despite their differences, they shared a special bond. He never scolded her for her antics, even if it irritated others.

Today, Mia decided to entertain herself and her friends a little. She approached Gally, who was focused on some project, and started tugging at his sleeve.

"Gally! Gally! Look what I found!" she screamed, waving the axe she'd stolen from Newt.

Minho, standing nearby with a slight smile on his face, watched the proceedings. He knew Newt would be furious, but his concern for Mia was stronger.

"Listen, little one, are you going to get hurt?" he asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

Mia just winked at him and continued hiding the axe behind her back.

"I'm not stupid!" she replied, with a challenge in her voice and laughter in her eyes.

Gally was starting to lose his patience. He walked up to Minho and said with a tired grin:

• Why do you let her do everything? She's crazy!

Minho chuckled in response, finding it fascinating to watch how Miya managed to evoke such emotions in those around her.

“She’s crazy, but she’s mine,” he said quietly, looking at Mia with tenderness.