The secret of the maze | Thominho fic

Chapter 3

Minho woke early that morning, surprised to see that the greenie still hadn't let go of him. He quickly slid out of Thomas' arms and sat down by the tree the hammock was tied to. What happened last night? Minho's head was throbbing and his eyes hurt. It was still dark out and there were torches lighting up the glade. Minho stared at the newbie, his eyes drifting towards his lips. What was he thinking?! He started to get up when he heard whimpering behind him. ''Thomas?'' he sounded concerned ''Are you okay?'' Minho sat on the edge of the hammock, observing the boy. ''Thomas?'' he whispered. The next thing he knew, the boy had gotten up and crawled into his arms, tears filling his eyes. ''Woah, are you okay?'' Minho asked. Thomas just sat there and rested his head onto Minho's shoulder. Minho wrapped his arm around Thomas. ''You're safe here, It's okay.''

They sat in silence for a few moments before Thomas said something ''They took him.'' Minho sat there in shock. A million questions rushed through his head. ''What? Who took who Thomas?'' ''Scientists.'' Thomas replied. ''What?'' Minho sat there, confused on what to do with the information that Thomas just given him. He sat there, stroking Thomas' head until he fell asleep. Then, Minho got up and walked over to his hammock. He had only just laid down when Newt spoke up. ''And where were you all night?'' ''The bonfire,'' Minho said ''Liar,'' Newt replied ''Tell me later, yeah?'' Minho just nodded at Newt and fell back to sleep. 

A long hallway could be seen, Minho walked down it with a ring box in his hand. He kept glancing down at it as he walked, finally stopping at a door that had a big T brandished across it. 

By the time Minho had awoken, it was time for breakfast. He decided to take a day off running today, due to the intense hangover he was having. When he began to head over to the kitchen, he noticed Ben had taken the day off too. ''Mornin' sleepyhead, had a nice rest I'm guessing?'' Frypan yelled at Minho sarcastically. Minho rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a box of shredded wheat and milk. He sat down at one of the nearby benches that Ben, Newt, Alby and Frypan were sitting on. They all looked worse than him. Apart from Frypan, that is, he was his usual cheery self and making  jokes every few minutes. Minho just poured his milk and cereal and sat, staring into nothingness as he ate it.

Newt broke Minho out of his trance by whispering to him ''So where actually were you last night?'' Minho glanced around and stared blankly at Newt. ''I passed out.'' That sounded believable enough, right?  Newt seemed satisfied with that answer and just shrugged it off as Minho not wanting to admit that he was drunk. A few minutes later, Alby piped up and asked ''So.. who's taking the greenie today?''. ''I say we give him to Winston,'' Ben said jokingly. Minho chuckled, '' We don't wanna traumatise the kid on his first actual day here, do we?'' ''You're right for once Minho. Come with me and I'll ask Zart about it for you, okay?'' Newt said, standing up. Minho followed him over to a bench on the edge of the woodland.

The two boys walked over, finally reaching the table that Zart, the greenie and some others were sat on. Newt began talking to Zart about taking the greenie for today whilst Minho stood, resting his muscular forearms upon Thomas' shoulders and listening intently to what Zart was saying. Thomas spun his head around fast, looking up. Minho had a smirk on his face yet paid no attention to Thomas.

''Sure,'' Zart announced. He had agreed to take the greenie for today. Newt began to walk off, Minho following in pursuit.