The secret of the maze | Thominho fic

Chapter 1

Minho woke up with a thud. ''Wake up, loverboy your T could arrive today and all you want to do is sleep?'' '' Yes, let me have five more minutes then I'll get dressed, okay'' Minho muttered groggily. ''No, not okay you do this every goddamn morning and end up late into the maze'' Newt said ''Fine, fine just give me 2 seconds to wake up'' Minho replied drifting off into a sleep again. Newt left and came back about  3 minutes later with a jug of water, ready to pour it over Minho. ''What the shuck. You shank! Come back here!'' Minho yelled, scaring off a few nearby birds and waking up Frypan and Gally. ''Be... quiet'' Gally groaned before falling back to sleep. Minho was about to run after Newt but realised he had disappeared into the deadheads. ''That dickhead,'' Minho whispered to himself, grabbing his clothes off the ground by his hammock. Soaking, he walked to the showers, watching the early morning light creep in over the top of the maze walls. Another day of running. So interesting. Minho and the other runners had finished mapping the maze out  around a year ago. He had almost no hope of finding a way out anymore, but he figured the routine was good for him.

Newt parted ways with Minho at the west doors, watching them open was always something that fascinated him, he didn't know why though. Minho set off, taking one last glimpse of the glade before he left. Today was a half day for the runners due to the arrival of the new greenie and supplies. Being some of the strongest in the glade, the runners and builders were always forced to help take out the supplies from the box and distribute them to each keeper. The morning flew past quickly, and soon enough Minho and the other runners were returning to the glade. On the way back, Minho met up with Ben, a fellow runner. He was quite slim and had light blonde hair. He had arrived in on the glade on the third month there. They were quite close and Minho considered him as one of his best friends. 

'' So.. are we going to meet your boyfriend today or not?'' Ben teased. ''Shut up Ben. I don't even know what he looks like. Plus he works for W.C.K.D, why would they send him down here?'' Minho retorted ''Chill, I was joking. His memory would be wiped anyway so would he even know who you are?'' Ben said. That comment made Minho realise something. What if he actually came? Minho couldn't say anything to him because to him, Minho would just be a stranger. Minho stared at the ground for a few minutes and didn't say anything. Ben looked at him empathetically. ''Look, I'm sorry. I mean he might remember you, if the creators have been letting him send notes, wouldn't they let him remember something?'' '' Yeah, maybe you're right'' Minho responded, his eyes lighting up a bit. The rest of the journey back to the glade was silent, both boys were tired from this morning.

Ben was in front of Minho when he ran back into the glade. A warm breeze brushed through his hair, sweat dripping from his forehead, he looked up. There was Chuck and someone he'd never seen before. That's probably the greenie. Minho would take a good look at him later, right now he just wanted to take a shower.

Minho got changed and made his way over to the box. He began to pick up a particularly large box when he noticed the greenie talking to Newt. He ignored it and carried on walking the supplies over to Frypan, who was in his kitchen preparing for tonight. On his way back, Newt gestured Minho over to him. He walked over to the two boys and looked at what he was wearing: a black tank top, a pair of beige cargo shorts and a pair of sandals. Great look, Minho, great look.

 Minho walked over and the greenie was introduced to him. He looked a few months younger than Minho and had dark brown, thick hair and the type of blue eyes that you could easily get lost in for eternity. He was wearing a pair of dark grey trousers and brown work boots with a blue shirt that was rolled up to his elbows that showed off his muscular yet veiny arms. Minho didn't realise how much he was staring until Newt nudged him out of his trance. ''Stop ogling the greenie Minho. This is Thomas.'' Minho blushed slightly, he wasn't staring that much, was he? ''Thomas? Nice to meet you I'm Minho, Although I think he's told you that already.'' Minho said. Thomas nodded slightly, making eye contact with Minho '' I'm the keeper of the runners, so you probably won't see me around as often as you do Newt or Frypan. Still, come to me if you have any questions.'' ''Okay'' Thomas replied. His voice was a bit deeper than Minho had pictured it. ''See you tonight then, Thomas.'' Minho said, messing up the greenie's hair as he left.