𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༒ minho, tmr

four ~ everything happens for a reason

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As she ran as fast as she could away from the prison she had found herself in, adrenaline pumped its way through her veins at a rapid speed. She had been running for well over ten minutes now, and despite the fatigue aching in her stomach and dryness in her mouth, Londyn couldn't bring herself to stop.

She cried as she ran, all sorts of awful thoughts flickering one after the other through her head. Surely a night in there wouldn't have been as bad as going back to the Glade.

The loneliness she felt was unimaginable, and she couldn't stop crying no matter how much it crystalized her vision. She went to wipe her eyes with her white sleeve, crashing into something with a grunt.

Uninterested in seeing what it was, she tried to keep going, when something grabbed her wrist. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

She blinked to clear the water from her eyes, and no words came to mind when she looked at Minho. She retracted her wrist sharply, shaking her head as she ran past him without a word.

"Hey, stop!" he roared after her, but she didn't stop.

Minho knew full well what the rules were, and it was getting late, he needed to get back to the Glade.

He looked towards the route that led to the exit, and then back at the now-blurry figure floundering away from him. A part of him was telling him just to go home, but the rest was dragging him in her direction. He couldn't let her die there.

Shuck it, he thought as he then started to run after he deeper into the Maze. "Londyn!"

It didn't take long for him to catch up to her, but she was still a few yards ahead, and even he felt himself getting tired.

"Stop right now, Greenie!" he yelled, his voice echoing around them. "This is your last chance!"

Londyn heard his every word, but she didn't care, she just kept going. Turning a corner, she felt her lungs contract, and she physically couldn't go on any further.

She brought herself to a heavy stop, her vision blurring. As she rested her hand against the wall, she heard footsteps slow down behind her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Minho asked her furiously, trying to hide the fact that he was out of breath. Circumstances aside, she had a good pair of legs on her. "You shouldn't be here."

"Just go," she told him, her voice shallow and shaky.

"Wish I could, girl-shank," he replied, letting out a sigh. "I've seen you now, and I know you ain't right. Although, it would kind of suck if I have to spend the night in here with you. Can you tell me what's got you jacked?"

Londyn finally stood up straight, looking at him. "Whoever put me here made a mistake," she sobbed. "They must've known something like this would happen."

"What are you talking about?" he asked her before a suspicion popped into his mind. He neared her, a serious look overcoming his face. "What did that shuckface do?"

"Someone must've let him out of the Pit. He saw me getting supplies from the Box and just went for me. I didn't know what else to do, so I just ran in here."

"You're an idiot," he blurted out, before reaching into the back of his vest to pull out his water bottle, handing it to her. She half-smiled thankfully.

He studied her as she downed what felt like an ocean of water, a pit of bitterness expanding in his gut. He took a deep breath, walking around in a short circle and looking up at the sky as he waited for her. "We should really be getting back."