The Maze Runner Reacts and Oneshots

Minho Reacts to you Being Overwhelmed

You had been burning the candle at both ends for weeks. The maze had become your obsession, and Minho was right there with you, tracking every twist and turn with precision. The hours in the Map room had blurred together, filled with frustration and determination. The walls seemed to close in on you, making it harder to breathe, but the promise of escaping the Maze kept you going.

It was a grueling day. You and Minho had pushed yourselves to the limit, mapping out uncharted sections of the Maze with relentless energy. The sun had long since set when you finally stumbled back into the Map room, utterly spent. Your mind felt like it was swimming in a haze of exhaustion and overwork.

Minho glanced at you, his brow furrowed. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern as he noticed your lack of energy.

You forced a smile, though it felt like a heavy weight on your lips. "Just a bit tired. It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Minho's tone was firm, but his eyes were soft as he took in your ragged state. He reached out, placing a steadying hand on your shoulder. "You're barely standing. Come on, sit down."

You sat on the floor with a grateful sigh, leaning back against the wall. Your legs ached, and you winced as you tried to adjust your position. Minho's gaze softened as he crouched next to you, pulling out a small first aid kit from his bag.

"I don't need that," you said, trying to sound dismissive, but your voice faltered. "I just need to rest."

Minho's eyes were unwavering. "No way. You've been pushing yourself too hard. Look at you—you're about to fall apart."

"I'm fine," you insisted weakly, but Minho was already undoing the kit and pulling out bandages.

"You're not fine. You're overworked and exhausted. And if you keep this up, you won't be able to run at all."

You looked away, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with exhaustion. "I just want to get out of here. We're so close, Minho."

"I know," Minho said gently as he began tending to your blisters. "And we will get out. But you need to take care of yourself too. We'll have a break tomorrow."

You shook your head. "We don't have time for breaks. We need to—"

"Stop it," Minho cut you off, his voice firm yet filled with care. "I'm your Keeper. I'm ordering you to take the day off tomorrow. We'll spend it together, just like we used to. We'll go for a walk, have a picnic under the stars. No more running, no more maps. Just us."

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your exhaustion lift slightly at the thought of a break. "But—"

"No buts," Minho said, his tone brooking no argument. "You've earned it. And if you argue, I'll just make you rest anyway."

A small, tired smile tugged at your lips. "Alright. I guess... a day off sounds nice."

Minho's face brightened as he finished bandaging your feet. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warmth a comforting reminder that you weren't alone in this. "Good. We'll get some rest tonight and make tomorrow a day to remember."

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a profound sense of relief. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you could make it through this together.