𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐏𝐀𝐇 - the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
The Maze Runner fan-fiction
Minho x fem!OC
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I blink awake, squinting as faint light slips through the cracks of the hut's walls. My arm feels numb. There's this strange warmth pressed against my side. It takes me a second to remember where I am.
I glance down, and there she is, curled up against me, her head resting on my shoulder, one arm draped across my chest.
I'm afraid that the tiniest movement could make her wake up and pull away, and for some reason, that idea makes me feel... well, I'm not sure how it makes me feel, just that I don't want it to happen. My arm feels too uncomfortable, though, and I shift it as slowly as possible.
But she stirs, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. A small sigh escapes her lips. Okay, I guess I won't move my arm.
I stare at the ceiling. Three seconds later, I'm staring at her again. She looks quite peaceful for once.
No, not for once. She has been genuinely happy lately. Not all of the time, but most of the time. I don't know if she's also this happy when she's working in the kitchen with Fry— I hope so.
Her eyes flutter open then. She looks at me, still half-asleep. "Oh—" she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink, her grip on my shirt loosening, though she doesn't move away.
"Morning," I say awkwardly.
"Did we fall asleep?" she asks, glancing around at the scattered butterflies. "Obviously," she then mutters.
"Obviously," I confirm.
She brushes a loose braid behind her ear. There's a shy little smile tugging at her lips as she does so.
I sit up slowly, stretching my arms, giving her a little more space. And suddenly, now that we're pulled back, it feels really cold in here.
Zee sits up beside me, rubbing her eyes, and I'm careful not to glance at her too much. I'm being weird. I can't just hate her for months straight and then suddenly switch up and start liking her to the point where I enjoy her kissing my cheek.
"Guess I'll be cleaning up butterflies for a while," she murmurs, her voice still a bit groggy. The butterflies are everywhere. We must've been up for hours, folding one after another.
"I'll help."
"Yeah, that seems like proper decency to me," she mutters sarcastically.
We sit in silence, picking up the tiny paper creatures and stacking them in a small pile on the bed. Every once in a while, our hands get close again. I don't mind.
Finally, we finish collecting them all. She leans back against the wall. Takes her hut in again. "This is... so nice. I mean, having a space that's just mine," she says softly.
"Yeah Guess I never thought about it, how it's been for you. Just sleeping outside with all those boys."
She laughs a little. "It was fine. But this is better." a short pause. "So, what's your plan for today?"
