Multifandom One-shots

138. Through the Night, By Your Side - Minho x reader (The Maze Runner)

Tossing and turning in their hammock, Y/N exhaled sharply, finally lying on their back and staring up at the dark ceiling. The rhythmic snores of the other Gladers seemed to grow louder, amplifying their frustration.

Despite their best efforts, sleep remained elusive. They shifted from side to side, then to their stomach, but the rest they sought remained out of reach. With a frustrated sigh, Y/N sat up and ran a hand through their tangled hair.

Feeling the weight of exhaustion and knowing that rest was unlikely, Y/N swung their legs over the edge of the hammock and let their bare feet touch the cool ground. They glanced around the dimly lit Homestead, observing the silhouettes of the other Gladers swaying gently in their hammocks. The oppressive weight of the night and their restless thoughts made it clear that staying there was no longer an option.

They rose quietly and made their way through the maze of hammocks, careful not to disturb anyone. The door creaked softly as they pushed it open and stepped outside. The crisp night air was a refreshing change from the stuffy interior. Y/N inhaled deeply, hoping the coolness might clear their mind.

Under the silvery moonlight, the Glade was bathed in a serene glow, casting long shadows and illuminating the familiar landscape. Y/N wandered aimlessly, their feet guiding them instinctively toward the keepers' huts—specifically, Minho's hut.

Standing before his door, Y/N hesitated. They didn't want to intrude. He was likely asleep, and they felt guilty for disturbing him. But perhaps he would understand, or just being near him might bring some solace. With a soft sigh, Y/N raised a hand and knocked gently.

Minho stirred awake with a start, groggy and irritated. A few moments passed, and just as Y/N was about to retreat, they heard a gruff voice.

"Who the shuck is knocking at this hour? This better be good..."

Y/N flinched at the gruff tone, guilt washing over them. They started to pull away when the door creaked open slightly, revealing Minho's tousled hair and bleary eyes. His initial annoyance faded as he took in Y/N's weary and troubled expression.

Minho's gaze softened, his irritation replaced by concern. "Y/N? What's going on?" His voice lost its edge as he noticed their fidgeting and exhaustion.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, fingers twisting nervously. "I... I just couldn't sleep," they admitted, their voice barely a whisper. "I didn't know who else to turn to. I'm really sorry for bothering you. I'll just—"

Before Y/N could pull away, Minho's protective instincts kicked in. He reached out and gently grasped their wrist. "Hey, hold on," he said, his tone softening. "You're not bothering me. Just come in."

Y/N hesitated, surprised by Minho's sudden shift. His direct approach was tempered with a rare gentleness that made them feel more at ease. They stepped inside, and Minho closed the door behind them with a soft click.

Minho stepped back, allowing Y/N to enter fully. The cozy dimness of the hut contrasted sharply with the chilly night outside, wrapping them in a comforting warmth. Still holding their wrist, Minho guided Y/N toward a small, makeshift bed in the corner, where a couple of blankets were haphazardly spread.

Minho gestured to the bed with a casual but inviting nod. "Sit down. You look like you could use a break." His tone was practical yet warm.

Y/N sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling the soothing weight of the blankets beneath them. Minho grabbed an extra blanket and draped it over Y/N's shoulders. His touch lingered slightly longer than necessary, his fingers brushing against Y/N's skin with a comforting warmth.

"You don't need to apologize for coming here," Minho said softly. "Honestly, I'm glad you came. I'd rather be here for you than lie awake, worrying if you're okay."