CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 9 - Thomas

Gally screamed that night. Terribly loud and pained yells. They kept all the boys and y/n awake for most of the night.

Around 1 am y/n had heard Clint switching turns with Jeff to watch Gally and heard him explain the boys condition. Y/n was horrified to hear that Gallys skin had erupted in red hives and was a sickly shade of green.

Y/n squeezed her eyes closed. The only comfort was the fact that she had managed to convince Alby to try and escape thruogh the maze.

That meant more endless stone corridors, tiring running and...

Grievers.

Y/n was almost glad she had a limp.

*one year later*

Y/n was pulled from her sleep by her bed being jostled. There was a moment of stillness, and then she felt someone kiss her forehead and leave the room.

Y/n opened her eyes just in time to see Minho walking away from homestead to eat his cold breakfeast frypan had prepared the night before.

After Gally had been stung he was in terrible emotional and physical pain for many nights. He survived it, but returned as an annoying, mean, and angry boy. Some moments he seemed to notice that he had changed for the worse and would grow guilty. But he had never talked about experience going through "the changing", and that showed how terrible it must've been.

Alby quickly organized a brand new job in the Glade: The runners. Minho volunteered and another boy, Ben, tagged along as well. They chose two more fit and motivated boys to join them.

They would set out every morning, and eventually could remember the routes they ran by heart. They drew maps and a shack was built in the middle of the Glade as their base.

The thing was... they had mapped the whole maze. Only the runners, Alby, Newt and y/n knew. Alby feared the Gladers would lose hope and give up if they knew there was no obvious way of escaping.

The sections rotated and routes changed like crazy but there was a pattern. Now all they were looking for was something different. Something that had changed since the last time. Maybe a message and exit.

Y/n rubbed her eyes tiredly.

Mornings were always like this. Minho would leave very early to run the maze and return just in time for dinner. This left most of him and y/n's time together to evenings.

But the previous night y/n had woken up from a terrible nightmare and Minho had opted to sleep in her bed and cuddle. They did that for each other every once and a while, y/n still preferring to sleep alone if no nightmares.

She finally sat up. Her broken leg was fully healed, but it had been acting up lately so Clint had decided to wrap a thin layer of bandage around it.

Y/n groaned as she stood up. Growing lightheaded and swaying on her feet. It passed and she pulled Minho's hoodie over her head. Well, it wasn't really his anymore because y/n wore it so often.

Y/n slipped on some socks and shoes, brushed her hair and wiped eye crusties from her face. She stepped outside, limping out onto the wet and misty grass.

She saw Minho and the other runners such as Ben laughing at the breakfast table. Everyone else would probably be asleep until the maze doors opened, the terribly loud wake up call.

Y/n continued her ridiculously lopsided shuffle over to Minho's table, nodding her hello to the other runners then using his shoulder to lower herself onto the bench.