My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 2

Gally and Minho, two seasoned inhabitants of the Glade, bolted across the grassy expanse, their boots pounding against the earth. Their target? The new girl who had dared to defy the rules of the Glade by attempting to escape into the Maze.

Minho, known for his speed and agility as the fastest Runner among them, gradually closed the gap between himself and the fleeing girl. Despite his skill, she remained just out of his reach, her determination matching his own.

As they reached the entrance to the Maze, Minho's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and frustration. He knew the dangers that lay within those twisting corridors, dangers that could easily consume someone unfamiliar with its treacherous paths.

"Stop!" Minho shouted, desperation tinging his voice as he lunged forward to grab the girl's arm. But she was too quick, darting past him and disappearing into the maze's ominous depths.

Breathless and determined, Minho halted at the first fork in the maze, waiting for Gally to catch up. Moments later, Gally arrived, his expression a mix of annoyance and determination.

"We need to find her," Minho declared, his voice urgent. "She went left."

Gally nodded, his jaw set in determination. Without hesitation, they plunged into the maze, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls as they pursued the elusive new girl. The sound of their own movements was soon joined by another - the faint, frantic footsteps of the girl they were pursuing. Like a distant drumbeat, her rhythm guided their path through the twists and turns of the maze. Each turn brought them deeper into the labyrinth, their senses on high alert as they searched for any sign of her presence.

As they navigated the maze's twists and turns, Minho couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. He knew the dangers that lurked within these walls, dangers that even the most experienced Runners sometimes struggled to evade.

They pressed on, their determination driving them forward as they raced against time to find the new girl before it was too late.

But as time passed and they continued their pursuit, the sound of her footsteps began to fade, gradually dissipating into the eerie silence of the maze. The weight of uncertainty settled between the two boys like a heavy shroud.

Coming to yet another two-way fork in the path, they paused, straining their ears for any sign of the girl's presence. Yet all they were met with was the oppressive stillness of the maze, devoid of any trace of her escape.

A sense of frustration gnawed at Minho's gut as he surveyed their surroundings, his mind racing with the implications of their predicament. Gally's jaw clenched in frustration, a silent acknowledgment of the dwindling hope that lingered in the air.

Minho and Gally exchanged a wary glance, their hearts pounding in their chests.

"Where did she go?" Gally muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Minho's brow furrowed as he surveyed their surroundings, his mind racing with possibilities. They had come so far, chased her through the maze's tangled corridors, only to be met with a dead end.

"We'll split up," Minho decided, his tone decisive. "You take the left path, I'll take the right. We'll cover more ground that way."

Gally nodded, his jaw set with determination. They had come too far to give up now.

Determined to find the girl they had been chasing, Gally took a deep breath and headed down the path to his left. His footsteps echoed against the towering walls as he pressed forward, his senses alert for any sign of their quarry.

Gally briskly walked down the winding path, the towering walls of the maze casting shadows around him. The air was heavy with tension as he rounded a corner, the path stretching ahead of him. A sense of urgency drove him forward as he pressed on, determined to find any sign of the girl.

After a while, the path led to another fork, and Gally deliberated for a moment before deciding to head right this time. His steps were purposeful, his senses heightened as he navigated the maze's twists and turns. The silence was deafening, broken only by the echoes of his own footsteps.

Suddenly, amidst the stillness of the maze, Gally's ears caught a faint sound - the soft, muffled sound of someone crying. His heart clenched with a mixture of relief and concern. He knew he was getting closer.

With renewed determination, Gally broke into a run, his footsteps echoing loudly in the narrow corridors. He ignored the burning ache in his legs, focusing solely on reaching the source of the cries as quickly as possible.

As he sprinted down the winding path, the sound of the girl's sobs grew louder, guiding him like a beacon through the maze. With each step, Gally's resolve solidified. He would find her, no matter what it took.