Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Long Awaited (Minho)

Y/I.

Just like most other people, in plain, black lines engraved on my palm were two letters. Three shanks here had already found their pairs, a rainbow name that you pretend is lame so you don't admit you're jealous. A few possibly unlucky ones already had theirs when they came up, forever leaving them wondering if they would ever find the name matching their hand was the right person.

Mine’s going to be a girl. I mean I’m pretty sure. I’ve never felt a particular pull to another guy so that doesn't really leave me with a lot of options.

Greenie’s going to be a guy again though. It's a guy every time. Some are younger, some are older, but either way, none of them are my soulmate. While running should take that off my mind, the Maze never changes. It's the same cracks with the same vines on the same routes. My wandering mind, while unconscious, made sure to swallow me in loneliness. I have friends. I do. I get that. It just might be nice to meet someone I can cry in front of for once.

Then again, I’m not even sure I know how to. After realizing grief won't stop the bad things that you're always confronted with, tears sort of just stop showing up. At least for me. I’m not sure if it's healthy, but there's not exactly any resources for me to get everything out. I just have to keep going. One day at a time, one second at a time, one step at a time.

But first, one of our only sources of entertainment. Panicked Greenie. After all, nothing screams familial bonding like someone realizing their entire sense of identity and humanity was stripped with no recollection of how. It's fine though. When the next Greenie comes, they too can be part of the neverending cycle.

I sound cynical right now. I hate when I get in my head like that. It takes away from when actually important things happen. There's more issues than my lack of soulmate and identity. Besides, I have the sarcastic Runner with great hair thing going on.

Standing by the box with everyone else, I listened to the familiar chatter that had grown to be relaxing over the years, a reminder that even if I’m never actually alone, that's not always a bad thing. There's plenty of awesome guys here, a few selfless friends. Waiting around to see what the next guy looks like is a pretty decent tradition.

I caught a few snippets of guesses. A few bets on whether they would try to fight anyone or if Fry would finally get a Cook that could match his skills. His stew would be impossible to compete with, much less top, especially with the limited ingredients, but that would be interesting I suppose. Knowing him though, he would just try to make friends.

As there was the familiar rumbling, the warning that it would reveal the one inside, everyone stepped forward, practically bouncing on their heels. The energy was high, an uncontainable excitement that most guys were trying to be nonchalant about. Chuck was practically vibrating off the ground, pure and unfiltered childhood joy.

After another stretching moment, the box slowly opened, gradually revealing Greenie the sun. I leaned a little closer, as curious as everyone else here. Would he be buff like a Builder? Shying away in the corner? Already have his fists up?

Exactly like every other time, the doors parted to show a figure staring up at us.

Not just any figure though.

One that sent murmurs through the crowd, whispers of disbelief as what could have been nothing more than a legend yesterday, a group delusion, was right in front of us.

She didn't say anything as she stared at her surroundings, beautiful, wide Y/E/C eyes shimmering with shock. Her lips were firmly pressed together as her brows furrowed, the expression of someone who was given a puzzle. The sun shone down on her Y/H/C hair and Y/S/C face that suited her perfectly. Everything did. And I know. I know the sudden awe, the racing heart that was beating in my ears, could just be because this is the first girl I’ve ever seen. Should be even. But something about her, about this person, was different for other reasons.

Before I could think about it, I had stepped forward, my hand outstretched for her. She stared back at me as though I could be a monster in disguise, an evil being out to get her. That should be the sign to step back of course. To give her some room.

And instead, I held it out just a little further, practically a beggar.

With caution, she accepted, her palm pressing against mine as she took it. I gently helped her out, watching her step on the grass for the first time since she could remember. She didn't glance at everyone else, either from a sense of nerves for obvious reasons or hopefully because I was there.

“My name?”she asked quietly, as though I was the one who took it. Before I could explain that would come back to her eventually as I pulled my hand away, colors I had never seen before shone in the corner of my eye. With Runner reflexes, I stared at the new engraving in my hand, reds and purples and greens spelling out one simple but perfect name. Perfect to me. Perfect for me.

“Y/N,”I got to answer, holding it up.

“You're Minho then,”she said simply, my name sounding buttery from her lips, a smoothness that made me melt in my spot.

“Your Minho,”I corrected.

“Glad to see my soulmates a flirt.”

“A loyal one,”I assured her.

“That's not much of a challenge here,”she pointed out, raising an eyebrow at me.

“It’s a permanent trait of mine.”

“I see. So are you loyal enough to show me around then?”

“Of cour-”
“He’s got to start being loyal to his job,”Alby interrupted, crossing his arms. He had his stern expression and no joking around tone, a strict demand that made some of the guys that aren't afraid of him roll their eyes.

“No can do, Alby. I’ve got to be a gentleman.”

“You can do that on your own time,”he insisted, ready to drag me there himself.

“Well, Ms.Y/N, I’ll have to show you around tonight. Maybe even to mine,”I grinned.

“Well, Mr.Minho, I’ll be keeping you to your word,”she smiled right back, a sweet teasing in her voice.

I don't know who made this system, but apparently they do know exactly what they're talking about. This right here is a perfect match.