"I WARNED YOU, JANE AND MINHO!"

Before I even got time to open my eyes, an ice-cold liquid dropped on top of me. I opened my mouth to scream, but more was thrown over me, so I almost suffocated in it. Coughing loudly, I pushed myself up and almost threw up on the floor, that's what it felt like, at least.

"You slept in my bed with MINHO again! Cuddling!" It was Chuck who threw the water over us. He started screaming loudly, hysterical stuff coming out of his mouth.

I opened my eyes just to see two buckets on the ground, all of the water on the bed and floor.

"It's basically my bed." I managed to say through my coughs.

"I sleep in there too!" Chuck yelled. "GET OUT OF HERE, MEAN HOE!"
I noticed a plastic bottle of water in Chuck's hands, which I wondered where he would use that for, but I found out soon.

"Chuck, I swear to god-." Minho got interrupted by Chuck squeezing water out of the bottle right in the Runner's face. Minho rubbed the water out of his eyes and pointed at Chuck. "I will-."

Again, he got interrupted by the bottle squirting another good amount of water in his face. "Leave!" Chuck commanded.

"You piece of-."

Chuck repeated the same action as before, leaving Minho dripping from his hair to his white shirt. The satisfaction on Chuck's face when he teased Minho was awesome to watch.

"Stop doing that, you-."

He got cut off by Chuck splashing more water on his face. Minho squeezed his eyes shut and pulled a face.

"Get out of this bed!" Chuck ordered, still pointing the bottle at Minho.

"Alright, be patient and-." Another interruption. I saw by Minho's face he was starting to get pissed.

"Chuck!" Minho yelled. "Let me talk, slinthe-."

"Get out!" Chuck squeezed the bottle again.

I giggled at Minho's absurd face and wet hair, which he noticed right away. "You think this is funny, do you?" He snapped the bottle out of Chuck's hand and poured some water on my face.

I dramatically gasped and laughed even louder, defending myself with my hands.
"That's mine!" Chuck pulled the bottle back. "Leave!"

"Fine." Minho sighed and climbed out of the bed, Chuck sternly crossing his arms. And as I mentioned before, Minho wore a white shirt.

Holy-

The water made it clear. Shucking clear. When Minho turned around, my mouth fell slightly open. His whole chest and stomach were visible, and so were his muscles! Oh my- I couldn't take my eyes off him, which I didn't mind, but Chuck did.

"Hey!" I yelled out when the kid squirted lots of water in my face.

"You were staring!" Chuck argued, dropping the by now empty bottle on the floor.

"I wasn't!" I defended as I climbed out of the bed. It was all nice and fun, until I realized how cold the water actually made me. And our bed was completely wet.

"Hey, Chuck." Minho walked over to the kid and whispered something in his ear.

Chuck's face dropped. "What? No! Not happening!"

Minho chuckled and walked back to me.
"What did you say?" I suspiciously questioned. Knowing Minho it would be either a sarcastic and stupid comment or a joke.

"I'll tell you later, 'cause if I do right now Chuck will kill me." Minho shrugged.

"Go take a shower! You stink!" Chuck screamed. Obviously, he lied. Minho didn't stink at all. He just wanted to get him out of the hut.

"With pleasure, Chuckie." Minho smiled annoyingly and took my arm, pulling me with him. I blushed at his touch, shocks of electricity going through my body.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Chuck jogged after us. "What do you think you're doing with Jane?"

"She'll get a cold if she doesn't shower." Minho innocently told Chuck, but he had a point. I was shivering.

"And I assume you go with her to take watch and not something else?" Chuck raised his eyebrows, still jogging after us.

"Assume whatever you want," Minho responded, sounding mysterious as my whole face turned bright red.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chuck sighed loudly.

"Yes, Chuck. I will keep watch on Jane. Now you leave." Minho stopped walking until Chuck rushed away.

"What did you say in Chuck's ear?" I asked right when I got the opportunity.

Minho laughed, revealing his dimples as his eyes squeezed shut. How is he so cute, hot and.. everything at the same time?

"I said he wet your bed and it'll take days to dry, which means you can't sleep in there. In other words, you will have to stay with someone else. How sad?"

I blushed even deeper at the thought of sleeping next to Minho or someone else at night. "Yeah, sadly." I pouted.

Minho stopped in front of the showers. "I'll keep watch. You go in."

Frowning I stared at Minho. If he stayed outside completely wet in the cold air, he would probably get sick, so before I even thought about what I was actually going to say, I already said it.
"You'll get a cold if you stay there."

Minho scoffed. "Did the Shebean just invite me to take a shower with her?"

My face turned even redder than before. "What? No! No, no, that's not what I meant, Minho!"

"I know." Minho chuckled, making it clear he was just playing around. "Now go in, Shebean. Otherwise, I will get a cold."

Quickly I nodded, embarrassed by what I said, and took my shower. Why am I even taking a shower? The water is just a little warmer than the water Chuck threw over us! But I needed to shower anyways, so it doesn't matter. And I wouldn't mind seeing Minho after he came out of the shower shirtle- stop it! Wow, Jane.

Quickly I scrubbed some dirt off my body and washed my face, not daring to touch any bottle that stood in the shower. You never knew if Chuck did something with it, right?

"Min?" I raised my voice when I decided to get out of the shower soon. "I forgot dry clothes! Can you please bring them?"

"I'll be right back." Minho agreed. In my mind, I already thanked him for doing that and turned off the shower. "Here!" Minho came back a minute later.

"Just lay it down, I'll get it," I responded. Minho did as I told him to before I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel, which I wondered if it was clean, and dried myself off. Then I took a look at the clothes Minho gave me, hoping it wasn't the same revealing clothes he brought me last time.

"What is this, Minho?" I sighed.

"Those are clothes." Minho simply responded, and he had a point.

"They're not mine." I looked at the blue shirt and grey sweatpants.

"They're mine," Minho announced in full confidence. "My hut is closer than yours."

"That's a lame excuse, Min. You run miles every day and can't even walk a few feet to get clothes? And we have to run, so I can't wear sweatpants. The shirt is too big too."

Minho sighed. "It was worth a try. You can keep those, but I'll bring something else!"

I chuckled at Minho's way of giving me clothes and patiently waited for him to come back, my mind slowly drifting off to Newt. I wanted to talk to him and even considered telling him what happened, but then I thought about what Minho said; that I would tell Newt everything, while Minho also cares and I didn't tell him anything. Damn.

Eventually, I just decided to go talk to Newt, but not about the dream. Just talking before we left for the maze. "Here." Minho's hand appeared and he pushed some clothes into the hut.

"Thanks." He brought me a white top and black shorts to run in, which I quickly put on. "Your turn." I gave him a nod once I walked out of the shower nice and clean.

"Don't hang around too much, we really gotta go in a minute. The Doors are about to open, so we're lucky Chuck was early. Wait for me!" Minho said before closing the door.

I chuckled at his worry and went to look for Newt, who was in the Med Hur last time I saw him, so I went in there. Not even a minute after I arrived, Newt jumped off his chair, letting me know he indeed was there.

"Bloody hell, Jane!" He walked over to me. "You just disappeared!"

"Yeah, I took a shower." I felt ashamed for not telling Newt that I slept next to Minho. I didn't want him to know, but it made me feel bad for Minho. It would seem like I just thought it was nothing, while that was not true.

"Are you okay?" Newt forced me to sit down on a bed by taking my arm. "I was bloody worried."

"I'm fine, don't worry." I quickly assured, finding it hard to make eye contact with Newt.

"What happened? Another memory?" Newt lowered his voice respectfully, aware of the fact not everyone had to know what I saw earlier.

I hesitated, but decided to tell him the same as Minho. "Just blackness. It was weird."

Newt seemed to believe me and slowly nodded, thinking about it. "No pain?"

I shook my head. "No."

Newt's eyebrows slightly furrowed, worry hitting his eyes. "You did hit your head while you fell. A small wound." He explained.

"It doesn't hurt," I admitted, touching a spot on my hairline. There was a bit of texture, but didn't feel very bad. "But I've got to go running."

"Right." Newt clenched his lips and got up, leading me out of the Med Hut. "You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yes, Blondie. I'll be fine." I laughed as we walked over to the Doors. "Minho told me to wait for him." I sat down against the wall, and to my surprise Newt sat down next to me, legs up and elbows leaning against them.

"Don't you need to work?" I wondered out loud when Newt did that. I didn't mean it as 'you need to leave', but I questioned why he would do that.

"It can wait," Newt answered, looking straight forward.

"Minho better hurry a bit. The Doors are already open." I sighed and leaned my head against the cold wall too, though the ivy was soft.

"He needs to fix his hair," Newt commented a small grin on his face. "Takes hours."

I smiled. "Yeah, because that's very important, of course."

The corners of Newt's mouth turned up too. "Obviously."

Both of us were silent for a while, me mostly thinking about Newt who sat just inches away from me. The butterflies formed in my stomach already. For a second, I considered talking about our kiss, because someone would have to do that sometime, but then realized Minho could show up any minute, so we didn't have time.

"Chuck was worried about you." Newt suddenly said. I could see the pity for Chuck in his eyes, which made me sad, but also fluttered because Newt cared about Chuck.

"I saw him sitting on your lap, yes." I nodded, not meaning it in a humiliating way, though Newt did take it like that, since his cheeks turned red.

"Yeah, uh- about that.." He mumbled, looking down in shame.

"Don't worry." I chuckled. "It was cute."

I did not just say that out loud. Oh, god!

"Chuck sleeping on my lap? Or what?" Newt laughed, making me even more embarrassed.

You, of course. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"I meant Chuck sleeping on your lap." I ran a hand through my hair, hoping to hide my nervousness. "He looks cute when he sleeps."

And so do Newt and Minho!

"Yes." Newt chuckled and looked up. "There the man is."

Minho walked over to us, holding his run vest, something I noticed he did often. A habit. "Ready, Shebean?"

"Mhm." I jumped on my feet smoothly and turned to look at Newt one time again. "See you, Blondie!"

"Be careful!" Newt yelled when we ran a few feet away.

"I will!" I shouted back.

"Don't die," Minho muttered.