Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)

You Sleep Here?

"You should get some sleep, shebean." Minho said, tilting his head to look at his running partner who stared blankly at the map in front of her.

"I don't sleep much anyways." She mumbled.

Minho rolled his eyes. "Well, you will tonight. C'mon." He said, tugging at her arms so she'd stand. Once she was up, he let go and bounded to the door, holding it open for her. But she didn't follow.

Y/N simply made her way to the back corner of the map room and disappeared beneath the large table. Minho tilted his head quizzically and shut the door again, keeping the rain out. Shuffling his way back inside, he looked beneath the table to find the girl girl curled up in a pile of blankets. She shift around uncomfortably, grimacing every time she moved her leg. Now that the adrenaline and drowsiness had worn off, he could tell she really was hurting.

"The shuck are you doing?" Minho cocked an eyebrow.

"You told me to get some sleep. That's what I'm doing." She quipped.

Minho dropped his mouth open. "Under the table in the map room? On the dusty floor?"

Y/N nodded.

"You sleep here every night?" He asked, voice now more concerned. He never noticed.

"Most, yeah." She confessed weakly, her eyes drooping. "It's warm in here. Plus, it's quiet. I don't have to listen to all of your guys' snoring."

"How'd I not notice? I'm usually the last one up." Minho gaped.

"Maybe you just think I'm sleeping." Y/N shrugged and found her way into the blankets.

Minho knew he had a couple of choices. To get under that table and help keep her warm on this damp night. Or, to leave. Or, maybe, to take her back to his room. He didn't want to leave and sure as hell knew he wouldn't fit under that table. So, he reached beneath and took the girl in his arms, hugging her close to his chest. Her drowsy self was disorientated at first, then grew angry.

"Minho, put me back. I said I'd sleep!" She grumbled.

Minho gripped her tighter, unwilling to let go. "Not in here ya aren't." He whispered into her hair. It was moments like these where Minho saw his own weakness. His normally rough, sarcastic, dismissive demeanour dissipated, leaving him just as vulnerable as everyone else in the Glade. Seeming weak was the last thing he wanted, but figured it was in times like these that a person needed to sacrifice their comfort, tearing down walls, so that they could grow closer to someone else.

The runner took his time walking across the glade. For a while, the rain had ceased but thunder still rolled gently overhead, lighting occasionally flashing in the distance. It felt like days ago that all of this had happened, despite it having all taken place in under twenty-four hours. Y/N's eyes began to droop and Minho was certain she'd fallen into the depths of sleep seeing as how her head fell back limply into his arm. A certain sort of peace invaded his heart.

Not really caring, he quickened his pace as the cool air finally began to chill him. He carried the girl in her plunder of blankets into the homestead, ever so cautiously making his way up the stairs. Minho pushed open his bedroom door, the fixture letting out a low, detesting moan. He cringed as it swung open the entire way, but quickly slid into the room, shutting the door again.

As gently as possible, he set Y/N down on the bed with her mass of blankets which engulfed her body. Yet again, as delicately as possible, he pulled the girls injured leg away from her chest which it was curled into, stretching it out. She might have been cold, but it was more important the leg got proper circulation throughout the night. As a cause of his movement, pain shot across the girls face which tugged at his heart. Her head moved back and fourth a little in discomfort before her eyes finally broke open.

The runner sat herself up a little, trying to break free from the tangled mess of blankets. She looked to Minho with confusion who sat on the edge of the bed. "Where—"

"My room." He said with a soft smile. "You fell asleep on the way here."

"Oh." She said, face already showing signs of sleep tugging at her again. "I should go back—"

"No!" Minho whispered forcefully, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You should stay, shebean. The bed will be better for your leg than the shuck map room floor."

For a moment, Y/N paused in disbelief. Shebean. That was the first thing Minho had ever called her, more like screamed it out to her as she burst out of the box and towards the maze. The memories tugged at her heart. They'd come a long way since then. Gone from being tackled to the ground by Minho to his best friend. Being here so long, she never really did realize how much had changed.

"You ok?" Minho leaned down closer to her face in question. Y/N held her breath and nodded before leaning back into the pillow beneath her head, mind completely frazzled.

"Yeah. Just memories." She muttered, pulling the blankets up to her nose.

"What do you remember?" Minho asked as he cautiously laid down alongside Y/N. The girl looked to him nervously.

"First time I tried to run into the maze." She said shyly, laughing slightly.

Minho smirked. "Ah yeah. And I had to tackle you."

Y/N grimaced at the memory. "That hurt, you know?"

"Whatever, you would've been a grievers toothpick otherwise." He poked the girls nose as he himself ducked beneath the covers, making the girl laugh lightly. He stared at his fellow runners face, unsure of what had come over him. He'd always cared about Y/N, but now he realized just how much he did. If he had lost her today, he'd completely lose his mind.

"Y/N?" He asked, pulling the blanket away from her eyes. When he did, he could see her Y/E/C ones staring at him. She nodded back. "Once we're back in the maze, we stick together. Got that?"

She shrugged weakly in response. "Whatever you say."

The runner wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the thunder and lightning was so distant now, he had to try extremely hard to hear it. The girl had drifted off to sleep, her breathing even and light. He'd never guess she was injured. Without really thinking, Minho reached out and snuck his hand beneath the covers which shrouded Y/N's face, running his fingers over her cheek. For living in such a rough place, her face was soft and unharmed. Then, he noticed her hand. Resting in front of her chest, he moved his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers just like he had earlier in the medjack hut. Minho hated contact with other people. But this? It felt ok. And soon enough, he found himself drifting off to sleep.