#the minally obsession continues 🙏🏼

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minally ficlet (or ramble) that came to me randomly after rewatching tdc:

minho turned and found gally laying with his back to him. for once, minho had been the big spoon the night prior to this morning.

minho smiled to himself, kissing the back of gally’s neck gently, careful not to wake the taller boy.

he paused, suddenly, feeling a strange scar at the base of gally’s skull. he’d never seen this one before, partially because minho is a good four inches shorter than gally and because he’s not usually the one spooning him.

gally stirred as minho ran his finger over the still puffy scar, carefully, so he doesn’t hurt him.

“what’re you doing, shank?”, gally muttered, half asleep.

“where’d you get this one from? i know my spear didn’t hit you this high”, minho whispered, pressing a small kiss to the scar so gally knew what he was talking about.

“..oh”, gally then turned to face minho, grazing his lips over minho’s forehead. minho closed his eyes, embracing the gentle kiss.

“when we were in the last city, rescuing you.. teresa took our trackers out that wckd placed into us”, minho froze, suddenly tensing up. gally wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“min, talk to me”, minho nodded, leaning into gally’s chest. gally hugged him tightly, grounding him.

“it’s just.. i didn’t know we had trackers”, gally frowned, kissing the top of minho’s head. the puzzle pieces then clicked together.

minho never got his tracker removed.

“you still have yours.. don’t you?”, though gally feared he already knew the answer. minho nodded, feeling the back of his neck where the tracker was on gally.

gally reached a hand up and touched the back of minho’s neck, feeling the small lump where the tracker was buried.

“oh.. we can take care of it.. you know?”, gally moved his hand back down, tilting minho’s head up so he was looking at him.

“mm, i guess.. i’m scared they can still track me, they could come back and find us, gal”, minho closed his eyes, leaning into gally’s hand.

“min.. wckd is gone, remember? they won’t ever hurt you again”, gally ran a hand up and down minho’s scar covered arms, still feeling every puncture wound, cut, and any other mark wckd created on minho’s body.

“i know, i know. it just.. still feels like they’re going to come back, finish what they started or something”, gally’s heart broke for his boyfriend, knowing that he’s done everything in his power to stop minho from feeling like this. though, it still happens. sometimes minho doesn’t even think gally is real, he’s a hallucination. it shatters gally every single time.

“we’ll take care of it, together. i promise”, minho nodded, snuggling back into his safe space, which happened to be gally’s chest, tracing the scar that sits right above his lung. gally makes a mental note to take him to the medjacks later and get the tracker removed.

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you get me‼️ minho being so terrified that gally has to fight to stay with him?? comforting him through the whole thing before and after bc minho is SHAKING.

minally ficlet (or ramble) that came to me randomly after rewatching tdc:

minho turned and found gally laying with his back to him. for once, minho had been the big spoon the night prior to this morning.

minho smiled to himself, kissing the back of gally’s neck gently, careful not to wake the taller boy.

he paused, suddenly, feeling a strange scar at the base of gally’s skull. he’d never seen this one before, partially because minho is a good four inches shorter than gally and because he’s not usually the one spooning him.

gally stirred as minho ran his finger over the still puffy scar, carefully, so he doesn’t hurt him.

“what’re you doing, shank?”, gally muttered, half asleep.

“where’d you get this one from? i know my spear didn’t hit you this high”, minho whispered, pressing a small kiss to the scar so gally knew what he was talking about.

“..oh”, gally then turned to face minho, grazing his lips over minho’s forehead. minho closed his eyes, embracing the gentle kiss.

“when we were in the last city, rescuing you.. teresa took our trackers out that wckd placed into us”, minho froze, suddenly tensing up. gally wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“min, talk to me”, minho nodded, leaning into gally’s chest. gally hugged him tightly, grounding him.

“it’s just.. i didn’t know we had trackers”, gally frowned, kissing the top of minho’s head. the puzzle pieces then clicked together.

minho never got his tracker removed.

“you still have yours.. don’t you?”, though gally feared he already knew the answer. minho nodded, feeling the back of his neck where the tracker was on gally.

gally reached a hand up and touched the back of minho’s neck, feeling the small lump where the tracker was buried.

“oh.. we can take care of it.. you know?”, gally moved his hand back down, tilting minho’s head up so he was looking at him.

“mm, i guess.. i’m scared they can still track me, they could come back and find us, gal”, minho closed his eyes, leaning into gally’s hand.

“min.. wckd is gone, remember? they won’t ever hurt you again”, gally ran a hand up and down minho’s scar covered arms, still feeling every puncture wound, cut, and any other mark wckd created on minho’s body.

“i know, i know. it just.. still feels like they’re going to come back, finish what they started or something”, gally’s heart broke for his boyfriend, knowing that he’s done everything in his power to stop minho from feeling like this. though, it still happens. sometimes minho doesn’t even think gally is real, he’s a hallucination. it shatters gally every single time.

“we’ll take care of it, together. i promise”, minho nodded, snuggling back into his safe space, which happened to be gally’s chest, tracing the scar that sits right above his lung. gally makes a mental note to take him to the medjacks later and get the tracker removed.