Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

Scrubbing clothes sucked.

I had been at it for maybe ten minutes, and I was already questioning whether wearing dirty clothes forever was really that bad.

Beside me, Chuck was happily humming while scrubbing, like this was the best thing ever. Meanwhile, I was aggressively attacking a stubborn stain with a piece of chalk, muttering curses under my breath.

"Stupid - ugh!" I grumbled.

"Who are you talking to?"

I jumped slightly, looking up to see Minho standing behind me, holding two bowls of porridge. He had a knowing smirk on his face.

"The stain," I said.

Minho snorted. "Yeah, well, before you start a full-on war with that shirt, eat. Newt said you should have breakfast too."

I glanced at the porridge. "What, did he threaten you to bring it to me?"

Minho shrugged. "More like highly encouraged me."

I sighed, giving the stupid stain one last rub before tossing the shirt onto a rock to dry. It was getting a little colder, so I grabbed a dark green t-shirt from the pile of already dried clothes and pulled it over my tank top. It was a little big—okay, it was very big, almost reaching my thighs—but I didn't care. At least it was warm.

"Thank you." As I took the porridge from Minho, he sat down next to me with a dramatic sigh.

"Finally, a day off," he said, stretching. "No running."

"Did you talk to Alby?" I asked taking the first bite.

"Not yet. But you have to be chosen to be s runner. I don't think he will agree." He said eating his porridge. "But I think its worth a try. Just exploring a bit, getting back early."

I hope Alby agrees.

I had barely finished half the bowl when footsteps approached.

"There you are," Gally's voice rang out.

I turned just in time to see him standing over me, arms crossed, looking half-annoyed, half-impatient. He clearly had been searching for me.

"We got work to do," he said. Then he paused, frowning. His eyes flicked to my shirt. Stared at it.

I blinked. "What?"

Gally's expression slowly shifted from confusion to realization.

"...Is that my shirt?"

I looked down at the oversized dark green fabric. Then back at him. Then back down.

"...Maybe?"

Minho choked on his laughter.

Gally huffed. "How the hell did you even—"

"It was in the dry pile," I said annoyingly, shoving another spoonful of porridge into my mouth. "Figured it was up for grabs." I added with my mouth full.

Gally ran a hand over his face. "That's not how it works."

"Well, I didn't know that," I said, shrugging. "Maybe label your stuff next time, huh?"

Minho, still laughing, nudged my arm. "Hey, at least it looks better on her than it ever did on you."

Gally shot him a glare. "Shut up, Minho."
"Give it back." He looked back at me while me and Minho continued our breakfast.

"What, you wanna take it off me?" I smirked looking up at him.

Gally blinked, crossing his arms. "Wha-?"

"I mean, at least buy me dinner first."

Minho lost it and spitted the porridge back out cocking and laughing at the same time.

I smirked, standing up and brushing off my pants. "Alright, alright, I'll give it back later, relax."

"Yeah, washed," Gally muttered, already turning to leave. "Now come on, we've got a hut to build."

I sighed dramatically. "Great. More manual labor."

Minho waved me off. "Have fun with that."

Gally led me toward the half-built hut near the other Keepers' huts. The frame was already up, wooden beams forming the skeleton of what was supposed to be an actual shelter. A few planks leaned against the side.

Gally grabbed a hammer and turned to me. "You're gonna hold those steady while I nail 'em in. Make sure they don't move, or this whole thing's gonna end up lopsided."

I squinted at him. "So basically, I'm standing here doing nothing while you do all the work?"

He gave me a deadpan look. "Yes. But standing there doing nothing is surprisingly important."

I sighed but stepped up, grabbing one of the planks and holding it against the frame. "Alright, let's get this over with."

Gally lined up a nail and swung the hammer. He winced the first time, the second time and I realised his chest was hurting.

I frowned. "You sure you should be doing that?"

"I can hammer," he snapped.

"Uh-huh," I said, unimpressed. "Looks real easy for you."

He shot me a glare. "Just hold the damn plank."

I grinned but did as he said. He kept hammering, muttering under his breath.

A few minutes in, I started shifting my grip, trying to keep the plank steady. It was heavier than I thought. My arms were already starting to ache.

"Ugh, why is this thing so heavy?" I complained.

Gally snorted. "Oh, sorry. Did you think we were building this out of pillows?"

I groaned but kept holding on. My arms shook a little, but I wasn't about to admit it.

Gally took a step back, inspecting our work.

I slowly let go and it actually looked... pretty decent.

"Ha! Look at that! I actually helped build something."

Gally eyed me. "You held a plank."

"Yeah, and I did it amazingly."

It was almost midday, and it started to get warm again. I pulled off Gally's oversized shirt, leaving just my tank top, and went back to work. I tied the beams together so we could hammer them into place for the wall.

I started to feel the weight of the builders eyes-some glances lingering way too long, their whispers just low enough to be annoying.

A guy named Dirk, nudged his friend. "Didn't think manual labor could look this good."

His friend chuckled. "Maybe we should let her build all the huts. Be a nice view."

I gritted my teeth, waiting for another comment so I could smash their heads with this hammer. Gally, on the other hand, snapped.

"You got something to say?" His voice was sharp as a knife.

The two guys immediately straightened up, looking anywhere but at me. Fine for me.

Everything went quite well. The builders were actually working instead of staring but then a loud crack split the air.

I barely had time to turn my head before someone yelled, and suddenly, one of the half-built stacks of logs next to me shifted.

I froze.

Oh shit. Heavy pieces of wood, rolling and crashing down like an avalanche.