ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ | tmr ; minho

009; 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

The door was pushed open loudly, making Vera jump slightly. She looks up at the thing that caused the door to open. Minho walked in and shut the door with a huff. She rolled her eyes and closed them again. She was planning on going back to sleep until Minho started to make cruel sounds.

He was throwing his stuff around loudly, making her open an eye to catch him picking through his tiny pile of clothes and throwing it around for dramatic effect. She hesitated to tell him to be quiet because it was his room after all, but he was definitely doing it all on purpose.

She turned over onto her side, giving him her back. He was continuing to make more noise which still bothered her. She turned again to remind him she was in the room and trying to sleep. To which he made more noise. She opened her eyes again and stared at the ceiling wondering when he would leave. She sat up, knowing that she wouldn't go back to sleep soon.

She looked up at Minho who was changing his shirt yet stomping on the floor. She shook her head as she sighed. He copied her sigh as he pulled his shirt down and fixed the collar. "Morning, Greenie." She gave a sarcastic smile, "Oh yes, of course. What time is it?" It didn't feel like when she would usually wake up. "Five, you know runners wake up real early." "Oh yes, five in the morning and you're sitting here dying to wake me up. You happy?"

He chuckled as he put that stupid leather harness on and took a deep breath, "Awh, did I wake up our sweet Greenie?" She pushed herself off the bed, "You're so hilarious, you know?" He nodded, "Someone's feeling nice today?" "I'm feeling like I want to commit a crime."

He faked a gasp, finishing dressing up and looking at her, "Don't let Alby hear of that. Thought you didn't enjoy the idea of a night in the slammer." She ignored his witty remark and walked out of the door.

So much for a keeper, he was acting like a damn child. She hadn't even done anything to him, let alone talked to him before this whole map room shenanigans. But she had now pieced together some things. Due to the fact that it was Minho who caught her, that room contained items that probably had to do with the maze.

This meant, that whole display she had seen truly was the maze. They hadn't seemingly found everything but who knows? If that was all that was out there then it was a waste of time. But she felt as if the missing pieces were still waiting to be found. She wondered when they had started mapping.

She had known that they've been here about two years, more or less, but when did they start mapping? She wondered how fast the runners truly worked. That would mean in order for her to even get a step closer to getting inside the maze, she'd have to work on running.

There was no doubt in her heart that could tell her she didn't run fast. She knew she could. But with how long the runners spend in the maze, they're there basically sunup to sundown. And from what she could grasp, there were no real breaks she had heard of.

So, stamina, it'll be in the works. She walked all the way out to the glade. Her shoes stepping onto a stick which scared her. She looked down at it and decided to pick it up. What she would do with it is still a mystery to her. She plopped down on the grass next to the kitchens and stuck the stick down inside the ground.

Footsteps had come from her right side. There was a stop in her movements when a boy walked to her. She stared at his shoes, not bothering to look up at him. "What are you doing up so early?" She looked up to see Jeff. She had never really talked to him before, it was surprising.

She cracked a small smile and watched as he lowered himself to sit down next to her. "Someone's very loud." He raised an eyebrow at that, "Oh? You hear snoring in the homestead?" She shook her head, "Worse." "Oh did someone walk into the room thinking you were someone else?"