Hopelessly Devoted {Minho} TMR

Chapter One

~Minho's P.O.V.~ 

Running. That's all it was. Day in and day out, nothing new, nothing different. I've run every inch of it myself and if there was a way out we would've found it by now. Alby had told us a long time ago to keep this a secret. He wanted people to believe we had a chance of getting out. Of course I told Newt but that was because I told him everything. I had nothing to hide anyway.

The walls in the maze moved every night. I'd run every cycle, every pattern myself. After three years there was nothing. But I was too stubborn to give up. That's probably why I'm the keeper of the runners. I wasn't a kiss–ass like Zart or all fuzzy and welcoming like Frypan. I worked the runners to the bone and treated everyone the same. I didn't get where I am by being nice.

The maze was made up of very tall stone walls covered in ivy like skyscrapers. It was structured in a way that it was hard to find an exit, there were sections one through eight. Each one leading to a dead end.

"Will you shanks focus." I said to Sarah and Ben.

They were laughing at something Ben had said. Honestly I couldn't imagine him saying anything funny. Ben was an interesting character but he was anything but funny. He looked like every other guy in the glade, skinny, tall and blonde. There was nothing unique about him. We may have been friends but I really wanted to punch him.

"Someone has a stick up his ass this morning." Ben quipped.

"I'm gonna smash your face in."

The three of us kept running, on our way back to the Glade. Yet the only thing I could focus on was Sarah. Why wouldn't I? She was the only girl in the Glade and probably one the nicest people I'd ever met besides Newt. That wasn't the only reason, she was beautiful, smart. In my opinion she was the perfect girl. Everything about her was perfect, hair, smile, eyes and her laugh. Of course I was in love with her. I never had the guts to tell her because I was a chicken, it was also slightly terrifying. I mean I'd faced grievers numerous times and seen people die, yet that was the thing that scared me the most.

"Race you guys back! Last one back has to take a shot!" Sarah yelled, picking up her pace and running with full force.

Running made me forget everything, especially fast running. It was better than therapy or any form of talking about my feelings. Running was my daily dose of adrenaline that made everything around me disappear and all I could see ahead of me was a finish line at the end of a race. Despite how long I'd been doing this, it still kicked me in the ass.

Finally we arrived at the entrance to the Glade. I was out of breath and so was Sarah but she was bouncing up and down. She'd won.

"Take that one, suckers!"

Ben sighed, clearly out of breath. "I let you win."

"Oh sure you did." She quipped. "You just can't stand to be beaten by a girl."

"Alright, you two, we still have work to do." I reminded them. "Although I gotta say your speed is impressive."

"Thank you."

Ben groaned like a child. "Buzz kill."

Sarah did not let the fact that she beat both of us go. A competitive girl. As much as I admired her spirit we still had a job to do. Ben could complain I was a buzz kill all he wanted but I was right. All the runners hated when I was right. After they'd left my thoughts still went back to her.

The way her face lit up when she realized she'd won, Sarah always doubted herself, I wished she could herself the way I did. Even in complete darkness her smile could light up a room without fail. My thoughts were constant chaos but she was the anchor and they always went back to her.

~Sarah's P.O.V.~

I loved a bonfire after a long day of running around the maze. Plus it was for a special occasion, a new greenie had come up. I knew this day was coming because it happened at the same time, every month for the last three years. Although I've only been here for two years. I typically stuck with the runners during social events. Each Galder stuck with their respected clicks. Slicers, Med-jacks, track hoes. Etc. Some boys banged on improvised drums, it was the perfect night in my opinion. Gally, keeper of the builders, was fighting another Glader in the fighting circle.

But we were all friends. There were only around thirty of us and everyone knew everyone. Although the runners were always the ones you could easily pick out in the crowd. We were always detached from the group, never really a part of the happy scene around us. Like war veterans who never quite assimilated into civilian life. Mostly Minho but you get my point.

Despite Minho's strange habits, not limited to his hair care routine, I respected the guy. He'd been doing this for three years and had run every inch of the maze himself. It was hard not to respect him. Also, it was hard not to be attracted to him. Why wouldn't I be? The dude had pretty hair and his body was like a Greek god. I only knew that because I accidentally saw him shirtless once. Those abs were made of steel for sure. But I never acted on it or told anyone because Minho was way too professional and serious. Unless you got a little bit of Gally's drink in him or he was in a good mood.

"You're so serious all the time." I told Minho. "Live a little."

"Dream on." Ben said after Minho ignored me. "I've tried to get him to loosen up for years."

"You know I can hear every word you shanks are saying."

I smirked. "Good I was afraid we weren't being loud enough."

"Sweetheart, you being loud has never been an issue."

A teasing ooh came from every Runner's mouth. I just hoped no one noticed me blushing. "Wow, real mature."

"Someone's blushing."

"Am not!"

Ben just chuckled at me. "Right."

I elbowed Ben's arm and pointed at the new guy. He got the others to look as well. The Greenie was probably like five-nine, brown hair and looked to be around sixteen. An interesting one for sure but not the most attractive. That award went to Minho, no questions.

"He looks pathetic."

I hit Minho in the arm. "Don't be rude." He wasn't entirely wrong but still.

He was with Newt, the guy was second in command, him showing around the new guy was normal. Newt was tall with blonde hair and a british accent. He was chill and friendly most of the time. It was easy to find a friend in him, he was Minho's best friend for a reason. I sometimes called him blondie or Newite, he hated both of those nicknames.

I went over to them as they made a stop by Frypan. "How goes it, blondie?"

"Will you ever stop calling me that?"

"Nope." I turned to Frypan and took some pork. "Thanks, Fry."

"Anytime Sarah. So how was today's run?" He asked.

I sighed. "It was sweaty, but I beat Minho and Ben back to the Glade."

"Good for you."

"I know right." I turned to the new guy who was staring at me. "I'm Sarah."

We shook hands. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, I'll see you around, shank." I bite into an apple.

I made my way back to the Runners, but not before grabbing some more food from Frypan. Despite what everyone said, he was a fantastic cook.

This night was truly perfect, good music although it was improvised, food and friends. Nothing could get better than this.