Perry was the first person in the Glade. Only wanting peace and quiet quickly goes south after the arrival of twelve teenage boys a month later.
Female oc x Minho
Pre tmr- tdc
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Every once in a while, the runners would stumble upon a scrap of clothing that used to belong to Leo—a torn sleeve, a piece of a collar, or a strip of fabric that once formed part of his shirt. Each discovery brought a moment of silence, a bitter reminder of their lost friend. The runners never dared to bring these remnants back to the Glade; the fear of triggering Perry.
Instead, they would pile the pieces just outside the Maze doors, a growing, somber collection that only they knew about.
As the latest fragment—a dirty, torn piece of cloth—was tossed onto the pile, the boys exchanged a look of quiet resolve. Without a word, Newt and Ben turned on their heels and headed towards the small shack in the woods, known as the Map Room. The walls were covered in maps and drawings, the product of countless hours spent poring over every inch of the Maze, searching for patterns, clues—anything that might lead them to an escape.
Minho watched them go for a moment before turning towards the Kitchen. His muscles ached from the day's run, but the thought of cold water was enough to keep him moving.
As Minho approached, he spotted Gally, Perry, and Frypan already gathered near the back, deep in conversation. But it was Perry who immediately caught his eye.
She stood with one foot propped against a bench, her usual nonchalant demeanor firmly in place. She was dressed as she often was: a white tank top, now dirtied and stained from the day's work, and camouflage denim jeans that clung to her legs. Her dark curly hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with a few strands escaping to frame her face. Despite the dirt and grime, there was something effortlessly striking about her.
Minho felt his heart rate spike, the familiar rush of adrenaline he usually only experienced in the Maze and around her. He grabbed a jug of water, filling three cups while trying to keep his eyes from lingering too long on Perry. But he couldn't help himself; the way she stood, so self-assured and composed, made it difficult to look away.
As Minho approached the group, Gally gave him a curt nod of acknowledgment, while Frypan offered a quick smile before turning back to the conversation. Perry glanced at Minho briefly, her eyes flickering with a hint of curiosity before she returned to whatever Gally was saying.
"I'm just saying, I think a bathtub could be beneficial here," Perry shrugged. Minho was lost without the context.
"Need your bubble baths, Perry?" the Asian boy teased, his lips curling into a smirk as he shot her a sideways glance. The girls eyes narrowed as she replied with a hint of exasperation. "No, Minho," she said, her tone carrying just enough edge to show she wasn't in the mood for jokes, "It was actually for you, Ben, and Newt. Running in the Maze all day must hurt your muscles. The hot water would help relax them," she explained.
Minho's smirk faded, replaced by a look of curiosity as he studied her for a moment longer. There was something in her voice—concern? It caught him off guard. "Why does she care?" he wondered silently, his thoughts trailing off as he watched her.
"Alright," he finally said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them, "I'm gonna bring these to the Map room then." He held up the water jugs, making his exit with a casual wave. But as he turned to leave, he could feel their conversation picking up again behind him, as if he'd never been there in the first place.
Perry sat in her usual spot next to Nick, the duo quietly observing the Glade's nighttime activities. It was their routine, a comfortable silence shared between them, broken only by the occasional remark. Nick, as always, had a serene smile on his face, his relaxed demeanor contagious. Even Perry, with her habitual resting bitch face, couldn't help but have the corners of her lips tugged upward into a rare grin.
The greenie had gravitated towards Frypan, or more accurately, towards Frypan's cooking. Perry's eyes followed the newcomer, who was chattering away, his animated gestures and wide eyes making him the center of attention. The boy's enthusiasm was infectious, and even from a distance, Perry could hear the laughter that bubbled up from the small crowd around the bonfire.
"I might go over and join them," Nick said, his voice pulling Perry from her thoughts. He too was watching the group.
"Alright, have fun," Perry replied with a nod, her voice a soft hum. She motioned for him to leave, and he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before getting up. Perry watched as his lanky figure moved through the glow of the firelight, casting long shadows across the ground until he settled next to Newt and Alby.
"Looking for me?" A familiar voice broke through her thoughts, the tone teasing and light. Perry turned her head slightly to see Minho standing beside her, his usual cheeky smirk plastered across his face. His dimples deepened as he grinned at her, eyes twinkling with mischief. His raven black hair, longer than it had ever been, fell into his eyes, and she couldn't help but notice how it made him look different—more carefree, but still unmistakably Minho.
"You need a haircut," was her only verbal acknowledgment, her gaze shifting back to the larger group. The warmth of the fire highlighted the sharpness of her features, making her look more serious than she felt.
Minho chuckled, a low sound that rumbled from his chest. "Maybe I'm just trying to get luscious locks like you," he shot back, flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder with a flourish. Perry crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the amusement that threatened to spill over her lips.
"You've got a long way to go," she muttered, glancing sideways at him with a smirk of her own.
"It's your day off tomorrow," Perry said after a moment, her tone more serious now. "Maybe I can give you a trim then, and maybe everyone else too," she offered. Her eyes scanned the Glade, noticing how most of the boys' hair had grown out, scruffy and unkempt from weeks of neglect.
Minho let out an exaggerated gasp, his hand flying to his chest in mock shock. "Perry! You're willingly offering to spend time with us?" he cried, his voice dripping with playful drama. He placed the back of his hand on his forehead, pretending to swoon. "I'm honored!"
Perry scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tried to suppress a laugh. "I hang out with people, just not you," she shot back, a hint of a smile on her lips. "You're in the Maze all day; I don't have time to talk with you."
Minho's smirk softened into something more genuine, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. "Well, maybe tomorrow you can make some time for me," he said, his voice losing some of its teasing edge.
Perry met his eyes, her expression unreadable for a moment before she nodded slightly. "Maybe," she replied, her voice softer, almost contemplative.
