Everyone stopped and turned to the dark haired runner. He shot up from his chair and pushed past Clint on the way out, racing to the hut. It had maybe been an hour since he'd arrived in the kitchen, but it had seemed like days. He just wanted to see if she was ok.
Upon entry, Jeff sent him a forewarning glare which said 'be quiet.' As he stepped in, Y/N lay on the bed on her stomach, the blanket pulled up to her nose. She always slept like that. Jeff pulled out a chair and set it beside the bed to which Minho thanked and then left the room. It was just him and Y/N.
Shakily, Minho sat and stared for a while. Laying here, she looked peaceful, yet vulnerable. Bravely, he reached for her hand which stuck out from under the blanket and gently intertwined his fingers with hers. Her hands were just about the softest thing he could ever remember feeling. The slightest warmth was emitted from them, just enough to act as a reminder that she was indeed still alive.
"I'm an idiot." He croaked sadly. It stung his pride to admit it, but he was wrong for sending her off on her own. He looked to her blankly. She was the best person he knew in this miserable place, but never realized just how quickly he could lose her. Minho gripped her hand tighter, trying to stave off the tears in his eyes.
"Not a total idiot," Y/N croaked, her eyes still shut closed from sleep. "You still got us out."
All Minho could do was laugh. At least she had remembered what happened, no matter how unpleasant. The runner hand't even realized he was still holding her hand. Instead of letting go, he gripped her hand tighter to which he earned a little twitch back. Then, she buried her face in the pillow, retracting her hand beneath her, making him let go. He felt the slightest twinge of defeat.
"SHUCK!" Something inside of the girl finally snapped and she shot up throwing back the covers. She looked to her leg. It was beaten up pretty bad, bruises and cuts littering it, but it seemed to be all in one piece.
"I'm ok?" She scoffed. Then she moved around a little, turning her attention to the clothes she was wearing. "Wha—"
"You're welcome." Minho smiled softly, seeing as how his old hoodie fit her perfectly. She was obviously so out of it that she didn't even remember changing.
Immediately, she wanted to stand. So, she did just that. The new runner tried to stand, fumbling a couple times before straightening up. She couldn't bear all of her weight on her injured leg, but it was enough to walk.
"To the map room?" He asked, walking directly at her side, allowing for his hand to brush hers.
Y/N nodded, wincing with each step. Minho noticed and swiftly pulled Y/N's arm over his shoulder and took most of her weight, helping her across the glade. The warmth which resonated from her body warmed Minho's side, and it was in that moment he knew he would drag her through hell if it just meant he could hold her hand.
Lifting the girl up in his arms carefully, Minho carried her down the steps into the map room, setting her down once again. She found her balance by gripping the table tightly, wincing even more. Unsteadily, she made her way to the wrap around bench of the room and sat down, sighing in defeat. He could see the frustration burning in her eyes, also noting the lingering fret, probably because she wouldn't be able to run for a short time.
"I'm sorry, Minho." She grumbled, rubbing her face violent with her hands. "First day and I nearly get all of us killed."
The runner looked to his partner with furrowed brows, sitting down beside her. "Don't be sorry, shuckface. There's nothing you could have done to stop it."
Y/N didn't really believe him. "I could have come back earlier. I could have run faster. I could have killed the thing when I had the chance—and now you're down to two runners."
Minho knew she wasn't wrong. It would just be him and Thomas now until she healed. "You're alive. That's what matters."
His heart ached at the look of frustration in her eyes. He could tell she wanted to run and find a way out of this place just as much as he did. "You stay here until you're healed and we'll get you back into the maze as soon as you're ready. I promise."
"Ok." She let out a dejected sigh, leaning back against the wall.
"How long do you think...?" She started before cutting herself off.
He knew what she meant. How long before she could run again. "You got pretty lucky, escaping that whole thing with just a bloody and seriously bruised leg. Jeff said at least three days. And you're going to need to take it real slow to start." He admitted weakly.
Y/N once again pursed her lips in disappointment. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to hurl herself right back into the maze and assume she'd be fine, but she wanted that to be the case. Three days wasn't a long time, but here in the Glade, three days was a very long time. Missing three days in the maze could set their escape back by an entire month.
Minho knew exactly what she was thinking. "Alby is making me take a few days off of running, too."
"I have to put up with you for three straight days in a row?" Y/N fake gagged.
"You should be happy to be graced with my presence." He snapped back, causing Y/N to laugh.
"Besides, rest now, run twice as hard later." He said before leaning back to rest against the map room wall. After a while, he looked to his watch. 1:00 am.
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Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)
Hayran Kurgu[COMPLETED] Minho promised himself he'd never fall for her. Yet, here he was, tripping over his own feet. The keeper of the runners had always liked Y/N. She was a medjack, and the best one at that. It seemed that just about everyday, he was in for...
