Minho [Maze Runner] [One-shots]

#10 The first shanks [Maze Runner]

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"Is it still after us?" Minho panted, looking over his shoulder.

"No... I think... We lost it..." (y/n) gasped from next to him, eyeing the corridor behind them—it was empty, there was no sign of the Griever that had been chasing them.

"Shuck..." Minho sighed heavily, looking up at (y/n). "That was close. Damn shuck thing wouldn't stop—"

"Minho, we're stuck in the Maze, may I remind you..." she interrupted him, frowning. "No one has survived a night in the Maze..."

Minho walked to her and cupped her face with his hands softly, making her look up at him. He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs as he kissed her nose. "Well, we'll be the first shanks to survive one night in here. We will. I promise you, I'll get you out," he whispered.

(y/n) nodded her head slightly and closed her eyes, sighing. She felt Minho kissing her forehead softly a couple of times reassuringly, right before he took a firm hold of her hand and pulled her forwards. It was time to continue running—running for their lives.

Just as they were about to turn the corner, a Griever came right at them. Probably the same one that had been chasing them, probably had been waiting for them to run out of the corridor. (y/n) was the first one to notice the Griever on the wall before it jumped down in front of them, and they managed to avoid its murderous mechanical arms as the thing thrashed them around, shrieking.

Both Runners ran back to the corridor and went through it fast. They kept running, taking random turns, just kept on running... until they arrived at a dead end.

"Oh, shuck! Shuck, shuck, shuck," Minho mumbled as he kept looking around him, quickly and desperately. His hand never let go of (y/n)'s, who was looking at the entrance of the corridor; she could already hear the Griever whirring and clacking, moaning and shrieking loudly, as it was probably coming for them, coming to that dead end. (y/n) was sure that thing was enjoying their desperation.

"There's no way out, Min..." (y/n) whispered, her voice trembling as she heard the Griever getting closer.

"Don't say that, please," he said and pulled her to him, lifting her face up with his index finger. "Look."

(y/n) looked up at the wall, noticed the vines of green ivy hanging there. She darted her eyes between the wall and Minho, who was still eyeing the wall intensively. She frowned. "Minho...?"

"We have to climb it." He stated.

"What?" (y/n) barely whispered as Minho pulled her close to the wall, and started taking the vines. "No, no, no..."

"Come on, (y/n)—it's the only way. Take a few and start climbing. I'll help you," Minho insisted.

(y/n) looked at the ivy, worried. She didn't mind climbing; she loved climbing the trees in the Glade. But she was afraid of heights. The trees in the Glade weren't that tall, that was why she wasn't afraid of climbing them, but climb the vines from the walls of the Maze... That was a whole new thing. Only looking up at the tall walls gave her shivers and made her knees weak. She couldn't do that. She couldn't climb it.

Minho was already a few feet up on the wall, his hands firmly grasping the ivy with one hand while he had the other extended toward her to grab. "Come on, baby, take my hand! It's okay, I'll help you!"

(y/n)'s breathing hitched as she took his hand and let him pull her up. She took a hold of a bunch of vines and started climbing, slowly. Minho was going at her same pace, just in case she needed help. But she couldn't do it.