𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 [Minho x Reader]

Chapter 7: Hanging

-Hanging-

The next few days were filled with walking and making our way to the mountains. (y/n) and Marcus reminding us to hydrate when needed. "Shit." I curse when I tilt my water canister completely upside down yet not a single water droplet falls. "Here, take some of mine." (y/n) offers her water bottle. 

I gratefully took a few sips, still conserving as much as I could for her. The sun had eventually descended and because we could not find any shelter nearby, we had no choice but to sleep on the sandy ground in the very cold night.

We were all abruptly woken by Thomas. "You see that?" Thomas points to some lights in the distance. "We made it." Newt breathed out but was all shocked when we heard thunder behind us. We see light flashed in the clouds, slowly getting nearer. "Let's go. Come on." (y/n) beckons everyone to pick up their stuff as we make a run for it to the lights.

The lights grew bigger as we approached the building but the storm grew closer. I put my arm up defensively as lightning struck close to me. "Go, go!" I pushed (y/n) and Aziel in front of me. "Oh shit!" I looked up at the clouds just as lightning struck the car next to me, blowing me away. My ears were ringing as I slipped unconscious.

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"Minho!" I could faintly hear someone call me. I let out a weak groan. I opened my eyes to see everyone surrounding me as Newts had a flashlight to my face. "What happened?" I asked. "I think you got struck by lightning." Aziel deadpans. "Oh." Was the only thing I could let out.

"Oh as in you, have a death wish?" (y/n) smacks my shoulder. "Oh as in, I'm alive." I slowly got up with the help of the guys. "Thanks guys." I thanked them. "Hey, what's that smell?" Teresa asks. Teresa screams, scaring us, as a Crank appears in front of her. She backed up into us as we observed the crank further, noticing that he was chained up to a fence.

"Behind you!" Someone alerted as another Crank charged at us. The whole building was filled with Cranks, luckily all chained up to something. I instinctively brought Aziel and (y/n) closer to me. "I see you've met our guard dogs." A voice announced itself. We turned to the light, a shadowed figure walking casually past the Cranks to us.

"Stay back! Stay back!" Thomas warns but they continue to approached us. They came into the light to reveal a girl with short hair. "You guys look like shit." The girl commented, "come on, follow mw." the girl turned around and started walking away. "Unless you want to stay with them." The girl turned back to us when we weren't following her.

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The girl slid open a door, guiding us through the large warehouse that housed many others. "Come on, keep up." The girl ordered when she noticed we were slowing down to admire our surroundings. "Jorge wants to meet you." The girl guides us past the other residents of the warehouse and up a flight of stairs.

"Who's Jorge?" Thomas asks the girl. "You'll see." she only gives him a smirk before looking back in front. "No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time. You've just got him curious. And me too." The girl told us. Eventually a crowd of people started to follow us as well. I pulled (y/n) in front of me and grasped Aziel's hand in mine when I saw a guy get too close to them.

"Anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?" Newt questions. "Let's hear him out. See what he has to say." Thomas turns to us before turning back to go up another flight of stairs. We reached some sort of lounge area as the sound of static could be heard. "Jorge, they're here." The girl announces before collapsing on one of the couches.

"Quiet." This 'Jorge' shushed us as he fiddled with some sort of radio. He turns off the radio before turning around, "Do you ever get the feeling the whole world's against you?" he suddenly asks. We all looked at each other with confused faces. "Three questions. Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?" He asks, taking a jug of water to pour a glass.

"Don't all answer at once." He gestured to all of us when no one spoke. "We're heading for the mountains. Looking for the Right Arm." Thomas answers. Chuckles rang across the room. "You're looking for ghosts, you mean." Jorge took a sip of water, "Question number two. Where did you come from?"

I looked at (y/n) and Marcus who shook their heads. "That's our business." I answered. Jorge shrugged. Suddenly, the men around us started grabbing our shoulders, pushing us to kneel, "Get your hands off her!" I struggled against the person holding me when I swayed (y/n) being roundly thrown on the grown to kneel.

"Get the hell off me man!" Thomas was struggling even harder, "Shut up you big baby." the girl held down Thomas ' neck and used some kind of device to scan it. "You were right." She said as she hands the device to Jorge who puts on glasses to read it. The men let us go and we quickly stood up. "Right about what? What is she talking about?" Thomas asks.

"I'm sorry, hermano. Looks like you're tagged. You came from Wicked. Which means, you're very valuable." Jorge told us. The men around us started closing in.

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Next thing be know, we are all hanging upside down from our feet. "Good plan Thomas. "Just hear what the man has to say. Really working out for us" I sarcastically said. "Shut up Minho." Thomas just curses at me. "Maybe I can reach the rope." Thomas tries to pull himself up to the rope tied to his legs and I tried as well but failed.

"Enjoying the view?" Jorge approaches us. "What the hell do you want?" I asked. "That is the question. My men want to sell you back to Wicked. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something tells me that you're not either." He tells us.

"Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense?" I deadpan. "Tell me what you know about the Right Arm." Jorge points his staff at us. "I thought you said they were ghosts." Newt commented. "I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves." Jorge walks to a lever.

"You tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal." Jorge grasps the leaver. "Can't really make one if we don't know what's in it for us." (y/n) spoke up. "We don't know much." Thomas starts. "Bitch." (y/n) curses at Thomas but lets out a yelp when Jorge pulls the lever, letting us drop a few inches.

"Okay! Okay, all right. They're hiding in the mountains. And they attacked Wicked. They got out a bunch of kids. That's it. That's all we know." Thomas rapidly spews out information. Before Jorge could speak, another voice called out to him, "Yo, Jorge. What's going on?" a bald guy with a beard approached us. 

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now." Jorge answers. "Hey, wait. You're not gonna help us?" Thomas asks worriedly. "Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight." Those were Jorge's final words before he walked out.

"Thomas, remind me to strangle you when I can because negotiation 101: when your life is being threatened for information, you do not give it out until you've secured your safety!" (y/n) slowly raises her voice, wiggling in her position once the other guy has also left the room.