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Minho

A/N: Written in Minho's POV! ;)
I absently looked over my shoulder to see if Y/N was following me.
She was, but stayed behind. The poor girl was struggling to keep up with me, and panted as if she had never run in her life.
"Dude, you look like klunk" I commented as I stopped running and walked back to her.
"Shut up, you shank" She stopped for a moment and leaned in the wall to catch her breath.
Like me, Y/N was a Runner. And I had been very impressed when she barely got tired during our first time running together.
She was fast, sly and tireless.
But that day there was something slightly wrong. Y/N wasn't in an optical condition.
It was true that I had noticed a change in her usual demeanor. After all, we were really close friends and spent a lot of time together.
But I didn't want to say anything because I knew she was just as proud as I was. She would either get mad that I was doubting her or simply brush it off.
"Do I have to carry your ass back to the Glade, sweetheart?" I playfully told her, taking advantage and taking a breather as well.
Luckily that day we were ahead on schedule and we could allow ourselves to waste a bit of time to rest.
"You would like that, huh?" She grinned even though it was obvious that she was beyond exhausted.
I smirked, knowing that she was still well enough to sass me back. That girl was one of my favorite people of the Glade, she was just so cool.
"Wouldn't mind being called a hero"
Sarcastically chuckling, she pushed herself away from the wall and began walking.
"You're too stupid to become an actual hero, shuck face" Before she began to jog again, she playfully slapped me in the cheek.
"Says the freaking genius of the Glade" I rolled my eyes at her even if she couldn't see me.
"Come on, you slow shank!" She called for me as she wasn't slowing down for me.
Smirking happily, I followed her in a brisk but not too fast pace.
I grinned, feeling so fond of her. Along with Newt, Thomas, Alby and a few other Gladers, she was one of the people I cherished the most.
Not that I would tell any of those shanks any of that.
*
I was so close to dragging Y/N's ass to the Med-Jacks.
She freaking blacked out for a moment once we set foot on the Glade! When Newt noticed he was freaking out.
That slinthead sure knows how to worry for us in his own somewhat exaggerated way.
And since he was the second in command and felt too apprehensive about her, he ordered her to go to the Map Room and then rest. No more running for the moment.
As many times, I agreed with him. That girl had been overdoing herself so much, it was insane.
She ran the Maze every single day with me, and she also helped me teach Thomas to be a Runner himself. Y/N wouldn't stop pacing up and down the Glade doing something to help, whether it was on the Gardens or in the Kitchen or anywhere.
And I knew that girl better than I knew myself. She had many reasons to be so hardworking.
First of, she wanted to teach a lesson to all those shanks that thought that a girl was not of much help in the Glade. Those few shanks being basically Gally and other slintheads that went through the Changing and were assholes anyway.
Besides, Y/N had been by far the one who took everything the worst. She just tried to keep her mind busy in order to avoid thinking of that insane situation we were in. Our memories wiped, trapped, scared, clueless... Wasn't anyone's cup of tea.
But the stupid didn't realize she was actually hurting herself.
"Seriously, Y/N" I mumbled as we walked into the Map Room. "If you want me to pick you up with these amazing arms of mine, just ask"
"Huh?" She tiredly leaned her hands on the table where the mock up of the Maze was.
She had obviously not heard a word I said. Pity, my sarcasm was on point.
Y/N rubbed her eyes and then her temples, probably light headed and with a killer headache.
As I watched her tired expression, with the dark circles under her eyes, and feeble demeanor, I decided to forget about the friendly horseplay and actually let her know I was worried.
I quickly scrabbled the Maze pattern on the paper and saved it in the chest. Then, I walked up to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Honestly, it felt like she was about to collapse if I didn't hold her up.
"You look like you're about to pass out any moment" I softly attracted her towards my chest so she rested against it. "Don't make me talk Newt into throwing you in the Slammer so you'll finally get some rest for a freaking change"
"Is that your weird way of flirting or are you actually worried about me?" She still managed to grin through her weariness and be a little smug about it too.
That shank.
"Get to the Homestead, and if you're not sleeping like a log in your bed when I check your room, I'mma kill you, you hear me?" I gently shoved her out of the Map Room.
"Chuck is scarier than you, but okay" Not even adding that hint of cheekiness to her voice anymore, she walked into the Glade again.
As I watched her stumble her way to the Homestead, I shook my head.
That shuck girl was unique.
*
Ever since Y/N was so stupid to almost straight up faint after our run that day because she had been way too active on the Glade, I realized how truly important she was for me.
As I struggled to keep up walking through the deserted climate, I glanced at her.
That day in the Maze felt like a lifetime ago. Now we were in the Scorch, thanks to the slintheads at WICKED.
Like all of us, she struggled to get through that place. She walked clumsily, her whole demeanor screamt exhaustion and she was extremely quiet for someone so loud and sarcastic.
It reminded me of that day in the Map Room because I felt the exact same concern for her. That insane urge to protect her, to help her and make sure she was okay and safe. To be there for her.
That unsettling feeling inside my chest that spread through my stomach.
And seeing as we were dehydrated, exhausted and surrounded by such a klunk environment with electric storms, Cranks and critical conditions, I got scared.
I found myself being horrified by the idea that she might die. What would I do if something happened to her? I would go out of my freaking mind.
Of course, I loved my buddies. I loved Newt and Thomas and all those shanks.
But Y/N's affection felt different. It was more intense, more needy.
My feelings towards her were special even if I couldn't really understand them.
All I knew was that I felt lost without her, almost as if she were the compass that kept me going. I needed her around so I wouldn't feel lost.
Determined, I slightly sped up until I reached her and I walked next to her for a while. She noticed me there, but none of us spoke at first.
As we walked together, I found myself suddenly feeling more at ease.
Just by having her close, that desperate feeling of helplessness seemed to fade.
Up until that point, ever since we came out of the shuck Maze, I had felt restless. During all that time we had been going through the Scorch, I didn't feel like myself. Everything felt wrong, too horrible to be true.
But then I felt her presence and everything got back in place. The situation didn't change, but I felt safer and more confident.
All because of her. All this because of a simple freaking girl.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" I piped up, looking forward to having a conversation with her.
I missed our wars of sass, her witty comments and her smug smirks.
"Are you implying that my presence flusters you?" Y/N briefly tilted her head towards me to see me over the barrier against the sand, heat and sun that she improvised from her scarf.
"No" I huffed, outraged. "I'm implying I'm hot"
And then I saw her face.
There it was, the wonderful smug smirk etched on her lips. Even if they were pale and chapped, it still was perfect.
"Minho" She began saying, sternly and patiently, obviously about to sass me. "We're in a shuck desert"
"So?"
"You're not the hot one" She laughed, a marvelous sound that made my stomach turn in happiness. "It's the freaking scorching sun that's frying your brain"
"Bloody burnt!" Newt exclaimed somewhere near us.
I just chuckled and playfully shoved her closer to me, messing up her hair as she complained and tried to push me away.
As she pushed me and sighed in exasperation, I observed her fondly.
She smiled in spite of herself and combed her hair, and I felt lucky to have my compass close to keep me focused.