Auther;

I was so going to kill Minho. He was supposed to help me carry the crates today because I had been suffering from really bad back aches lately. Newt had suggested that I should rest for a while and Alby had told me that I should try to make an effort without actually overdoing myself. And I had decided to listen to Alby and see if I could ignore the pain enough to carry on with my duties.

Still, I hoped my good friend –and crush- Minho would help me. He had a day off and had promised to help me, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I had waited for him a few hours, but he didn’t appear in all morning so I had to do it myself. Everyone else was too busy with their own work to help me. And although a few Gladers noticed my struggle and had offered themselves, I still didn’t want to take any of their precious time.

And when I had finished carrying everything from one point to the Glade to the other, the stupid appeared.

“Good morning, Y/N!” He greeted me, giving me a kiss on the cheek and then casually stretching, yawning like a lion.

“So you were sleeping” I angrily said, resting my hands in my lower back as I carefully massaged it.

“Yeah” Minho replied, as if it was obvious. “It’s my day off”

“You’re a slinthead” I said, too calmly for how furious I actually felt.

“I love you too, you shank” He grinned and softly elbowed me.

“You. Are. A. Slinthead” I said, more angrily so his thick brain could understand that I was mad at him.

“What did I do?!”

If my back didn’t hurt so badly, I would have at least pushed him hard or slapped him. But I knew it wouldn’t be worth it as it would only make my pain worse.

“The thing is what you didn’t do!” I began to walk away, as fast as my aching back would let me.

“Oh, klunk” I heard him muttering, finally realizing what was happening.

“Yeah” I sarcastly said, rolling my eyes. “Now you remember”

I headed to my hammock to lie down for the whole remaining of the day.

I would never talk to that slinthead again.

*

A few hours later, I saw him walking around the Glade with Thomas, so I smiled to myself and jogged to catch them.

Without a warning, I threw my arms around Minho while he had his back at me and engulfed him in a hug.

“Here she is!” Minho triumphantly announced, turning around and smirking as he looked me directly in the eyes.

I briefly looked at Thomas, who observed the scene curiously.

“I just couldn’t stay mad at you” I shrugged whilst my arms still rested on his shoulders.

“Of course you can’t, shuck face” Minho smugly told me, and the smile slowly fell from my face. “One does not simply ignore such perfection”

Thomas snorted and covered his mouth to hide his grin as Minho threw him a glare over his shoulder.

“What did you say?” I challenged him with the irritation palpable in my voice.

“Not good…” I heard Thomas mumble under his breath.

“You just can’t stay mad at me because you adore me, Miss Pouty Face” Minho mockingly pinched my cheeks, but I swatted him away.

“Uh, Minho…” Thomas lowly called him, being way more sensible than his friend.

But he ignored him.

“She’s so cute, thinking she could actually ignore me” That condescending look did it for me and I snapped.

“You’re a slinthead!” I simply said to him, and even if he looked mildly startled, his smug look remained on his face as well as his superior posture and attitude. His firm stance with his arms crossed over his chest. And that stupid smirk.

“Really?” His amusement was only making it worse.

“Minho, slim it” Thomas tried again. But the slinthead wouldn’t listen to him.

“Are you really that self-absorbed that you think I can’t be mad at you?” I sassily told him, pushing him so hard that he actually lost balance and Thomas had to steady him. “I can and I will. Just watch, slinthead!”

Minho loudly laughed at my words as I walked away. He’d see.

Who laughs last, laughs best.

*

After four days of ignoring him in which Minho kept smirking and taunting me, he had realized that I was serious and had started to follow me around like a lost puppy, begging for my forgiveness.

I would have to do the biggest effort not to smirk while he was around because I was supposed to be fuming mad at him and pretending he didn’t exist.

As I walked around the Glade, carrying the supplies over to Alby in the watchtower, Minho kept following me up and down.

“You proved it, you can. Now will you talk to me?” He begged, being more humble this time.

“Did you hear anything, guys?” I asked Thomas and Newt, who were chatting right below the watchtower. “I think I heard an irritating voice, but I’m not sure”

Newt and Thomas just laughed, pointing at Minho. It took all of the willpower within me not to turn around and look at his face because I knew it had to be priceless.

“Four days, Y/N!” Minho pouted, holding me back by my arm. “It was fun the first day, maybe the second day. But not anymore, come on!”

“Guys!” I exclaimed to them, pretending to be scared. “I think there’s a ghost in the Glade. Something’s holding my arm!”

Newt and Thomas had to lean on each other because they began laughing so hard.

“Tommy, I just hope all girls are like this bloody one” Newt said, wiping the tears from the laughter.

Newt smiled at me and sent me a wink that showed not only his support for my cause, but his amusement as well.

“Same here, Newt” Thomas shook his head in amusement and held his hand up for me to high five it, which I proudly did.

“Really funny, shuck faces” Minho stomped away and I finally could laugh with them.

“You should have seen his face!” Thomas nudged me, a big grin on his face.

I smirked, and I waved goodbye to them as I still had to take the last of the supplies up to Alby.

*

“Alright, I’m sorry” A tall figure was blocking the sun from me as I lied on the grass trying to enjoy a moment alone.

“Who’s there?” I looked around, pretending that Minho still wasn’t there.

“I said I’m sorry, don’t be a slinthead!” Minho complained.

I finally looked at his face, considering whether I should forgive him or not. Truth was I had enjoyed those fours day so much, even if I had missed him.

But I wanted to show him that I could be mad at him, and that he needed to stop being a slinthead.

I stood up, serenely and slowly, and brushed my jeans with extreme calmness.

I knew that would only get more on his nerves, so I enjoyed it while it still lasted.

“So now I’m a slinthead?” I raised an eyebrow and stared at him, my hands on my hips.

“No…” He admited, staring at the ground. “Will you forgive me already?”

I could not hide a smirk that time.

“Say it” I just told him, knowing that he’d understand.

“I’m a slinthead” He recited with a sigh.

“You’re a slinthead” I nodded, emphasizing it.

He smirked, and it surprised me. But I guessed he was only smirking because I was finally talking to him.

“So we’re okay then” He said, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, but next time I hope you-“

And then I knew why that smirk.  

Minho interrupted me with a kiss. How dare he?!

I put my hands in his shoulders, prepared to shove him away, when he softly leaned his hands on my back and brought me closer to him.

And I changed my mind. I didn’t want the kiss to stop.

I moved my lips in sync with his and pretended I didn’t hear the Gladers cheering for us as we passionately kissed.

We only broke away when we needed air, and we stared at each other intently.

“You’re a slinthead” I said, although I couldn’t get rid of the smile that he had put in my face.

“But you love me” He argued, bringing me even closer to his chest.

“Careful, now you know I can get mad at you” I teased him, and he rolled his eyes with so much sass that it made me laugh.

His smirk didn’t falter, but I knew that he didn’t know what to say to that. And he couldn’t allow that, letting me know I had left him speechless.

Instead of saying anything, he just kissed me again and I smiled against his mouth.

That slinthead.