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Nightmares - Minho

A cold strong breeze pushed the small, escaped, hairs from my ponytail out of my face, gently caressing my skin. It's cool touch calmed my racing heart beat for a moment, allowing my brain to process all the new information rushing by me as I ran. No. Sprinted. The monochromatic gray walls were a memorized blur to me, covered in vines and moss from age. Just like the inside of the Glade. Occasionally a carved message would fly by, its darkened areas being its only distinguishable feature. But those haven't caught mine or anyones attention in a long time. Just the new runners. They always insist on stopping and questioning every little detail. Who did it? Why is it here? What does it mean? That's the main reason I don't supervise them anymore, they get on my nerves too quickly. I just want to run my route, go back to the Glade, chat with the other runners, get some food and relax. I don't need to be running through the doors minutes before they close because of curiosity. What was that saying again? Curiosity killed the.....? Oh nevermind. I squeeze my eyes close for a brief second, letting them catch a slightly longer break. But as I hear a loud and alarmed yell, I snap them back open, and skid to a not so graceful stop. Minho! My legs kick into gear before my brain can comprehend what it's doing as I take off, veering around an unfamiliar corner, following his voice.

"Minho!" I call out, listening intently for any out of place noise, and scanning for any out of place movement. Another yell of distress echoes around me, alerting me I was getting closer.

"Minho!!" I called out once again, hoping I was in range for him to hear. Turning sharply around a corner on my right, I see him. Slumped over slightly as he sat on the ground, leaning up against the towering walls for support, staring intensely in front of him. Hesitating for only a second, I cautiously make my way towards him.

"Minho..?" Crouching down in front of his figure, I gently place a hand on his shoulder, bobbing up and down somewhat violently from his intake of breath.

"Hey, wh-" I began to ask, but was cut off as he sprung to life, aggressively tackling me to the ground, my head bouncing off the stone cold floor. I take in his face, my vision slightly blur, enraged and insane. I feel tears sting in the corners of my eyes, a shooting pain originating in the back of my skull. I open my mouth to speak, but I'm silenced by a loud, ear splitting scream.

I jump up, my ears ringing, my breath labored, and my heart racing. I grasp the wooly burnt brown blanket draped over my lap and legs, squeezing it tightly between my fingers, my eyes watering. A large bang makes my head whip towards the direction of the door to my hut.

"Y/N!?" Minho stands just within the threshold, panting slightly, his hair slightly askew, along with his clothes. Glancing behind him, I see Newt, Alby, Gally, Clint, Jeff, and a very concerned looking Chuck. My eyes wander back to Minho, his eyes growing soft, his eyebrows releasing their tight furrow. Turning around slightly, he nods to Alby, receiving a nod back, before closing the door. Cautiously, he advances towards me as my eyes fall down to my lap. I feel the bed dip beside me, his hand finding a resting place on my back, rubbing up and down comfortingly.

"Hey..." He speaks quietly and slowly, like I was a deer, afraid he would startle me. "What's going on baby?" Tears start to slowly slip down my cheeks, gathering on the underside of my chin. He raises his other hand, gently wiping them away, caressing my cheek tenderly. Pulling away his hand from my back, he shifted on the bed to sit directly beside me, facing me.

"Hey, you can talk to me..." I shook my head, not wanting to relive the nightmare. Delicately, he raised my face with his hand, my tired gaze meeting his worried one. Bursting into tears, my breathing became labored once again. Quickly, he enveloped me into a tight hug, pulling me securely onto his lap.

"Shush.....it's okay, you're alright." He cooed in my ear, rubbing my back while both were fastened around my middle. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, my tears falling freely into his light muted blue shirt, gripping the fabric covering his back.

"You're safe."