𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༒ minho, tmr

six ~ the dumbest shank alive

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"Are you bloody jacked, Minho?" Newt asked, rubbing his chin in coherence. "You're seriously considering pledging Londyn to join the Runners?"

"Yeah, well," Minho tilted his head as he watched the grass in front of them while they were making their way to Council Hall for the Keeper meeting. "I can't say she did a bad job out there. Besides, she'd hate my guts if I kept my mouth shut in there."

"But we still don't know why she's even here," Newt argued. "Do you think letting her risk her life in the Maze every day is wise?"

Minho hadn't thought about it that way, but he had already made up his mind nonetheless. "It's not like we were gettin' any answers before she showed up. It's no different to pledging any of the other guys."

"I trust you, Minho," Newt said finally, as they had gotten to the dry path in front of the wooden structure. "I just hope she's an asset to finding a way out."

Though Minho had promised not to tell anyone about Londyn's flashbacks, he felt an urge to support his case, fearing that his want for her on the Runners' team may seem unjustified.

He and Newt were the last of the Keepers to arrive for the meeting, and Londyn was already sitting on one of the stands, nervously biting her nails as no one was speaking.

"So," Alby commenced once all the Keepers had taken their stands, clapping his hands together boisterously. He stopped in front of Londyn. "I trust you know what this is about."

She nodded, glancing at each and every Glader, particularly Minho who was refusing to make eye contact with her.

"Even though you didn't try out everything, I think the guys have a clear idea of whether or not they want you on their team." He turned towards the Gladers in authority, nodding for Gally to speak first.

"She didn't finish her trial with me," he said, and she assumed she was going to receive a load of negative feedback after that. "But she didn't do a half-bad job in that lock. I wouldn't mind her on the team."

"Yeah, same here," Zart said. "As far as plowing goes, she's pretty much got it down."

"Mhm," Frypan hummed in agreement, smiling at Londyn. "She was great to have alongside me in the kitchen."

Londyn smiled back, though being a cook wasn't what she wanted at all, she appreciated the want for her services.

"I don't think she'd suit being a Med-Jack," Jeff shook his head, he held out his arm towards her. "No offense, Greenie."

"None taken," Londyn scoffed, relieved.

The Keepers' eyes locked onto Minho, who knew it was his turn to speak but was rehearing his words wisely.

He took a breath, folding his arms. "She'd make a pretty good Runner."

Her eyes lit up with excitement and her cheeks defied gravity with the biggest smile. She mouthed the words 'Thank you' at him, but his face remained serious.

"Very well, then," Alby concluded. He gestured at Londyn. "So, Greenie, what do you choose?"

"I think we know the answer to that one already," Newt cut in, unable to resist smiling at the overly excited girl sitting before them.

Londyn took a deep breath, trying to look somewhat professional. "Though it's a hard choice," she started, tilting her head at Frypan gratefully. "And I enjoyed trying out most of them. I choose to be a Runner. It's what I've wanted since I got here."

Though no one was surprised, the sound of crickets seemed to fill the room.

"Are you sure?" Alby confirmed, and she nodded.