Minho I tmr ||||

Estabas de mal humor por la mañana y, sin esperar a ninguno de los corredores, te dirigiste a la puerta del laberinto. Te estabas ajustando las correas de tu cinturón de cuero cuando escuchaste pasos suaves detrás de ti.
"¡Idiota, detente! ¡Estoy contigo!" Minho corrió hacia ti y puso sus manos sobre tus hombros, obligándote a girar para quedar frente a él. Se inclinó para mirarte severamente a los ojos. "Nunca vayas allí sin mí. ¿Entendido? Nunca."

You were in a bad mood in the morning and without waiting for any of the runners went to the gate of the maze. You were fastening the straps of your leather belt when you heard soft footsteps behind you.
"You fool, stop! I'm with you!" Minho ran up to you and put his hands on your shoulders, turning you around to face him. He bent down to look you sternly in the eye. "Never go there without me. Do you understand? Never."
"Stupid." He exhaled, relaxing his hands on your shoulders and resting his chin on the top of your head.