Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)

Late Nights, Races

Still overwhelmed from being finally reunited with her friends, Y/N hardly realized Minho dragging her along his side. The group of Gladers were being led down one of the stone cold halls to their sleeping quarters, each and every footstep echoing off of the walls. Of all places they could have ended up, this wasn't the greatest. But, then again, the Gladers had only known the Glade. That was all they remembered, and therefore, the mere sight of a real bed made any suspicion about the safety of this place dissipate completely.

    Minho was the first to burst into the room, claiming one of the high bunks. Minho invited Y/N to join him. After a few moments of sitting and laughing, Minho furrowed his brows and nudged the girl beside him. Something had changed and he could feel it.

    "Y/N...? Are you alright?" He asked.

    Y/N's eyes lifted to meet his. "I—Yeah." She smiled weakly. "I'm glad to see you guys."

    "Y/N, if they hurt you—" Minho snapped.

    "No!" She jumped in. "Just... A lot happened. But it's not important right now."

    As the girl fell asleep beside Minho, those last few words were ones Minho knew he would regret not gathering further details upon. A few weeks in a facility like this, where they had no clue who the people were, anything could have happened. For all Minho knew, this could be a completely different person. And, he wanted to know if she was in the maze today, or if he had really just gone insane.

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    But she sure seemed the same for the most part. She ran and fought with the spirit Minho knew she had as they escaped the compound and ran from Cranks in the abandoned mall. Y/N ran circles around the rest of the Gladers, protecting each and every one of them. Minho began to question if she'd been training in the past few weeks because she had grown smooth and concise in her combat. It wasn't to say that she wasn't already skilled, but she didn't do that sort of thing back in the Glade.

    Not only that, but Y/N tended to everyones wounds with an inhuman precision and knowledge, even more than she had in the Glade as a Medjack. Anything from cuts to broken fingers she could simply touch and they were on their way to being healed. It sure came in handy sitting beneath the rubble of the old mall, hoping to go unnoticed by the cranks. Y/N quietly tended to everyone and once the wails in the distance dissipated, she stood.

    "I'll be right back. Just got to try and find something to make Winston a splint." She said, grabbing her flashlight and pack of medical supplies.

    "I'll come." Thomas offered but Y/N shook her head.

    "Stay with the group and rest. I'll be fine." With that, she headed off into the dark.

    But Minho and Newt didn't like the idea of it. With one nod from the blonde, Minho was off, quietly chasing after the girl. She didn't go far before slumping down against a pile of rocks, muttering to herself aggressively. Her entire demeanour had changed in a matter of seconds.

    Y/N picked the the flashlight off of the ground and flicked it on. Minho squinted his eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden blast of light. When he could finally see, Y/N was crouched over and feeling the back of her neck with shaky hands. Then, Y/N began to rummage through the pack of medical supplies while whimpers began to escape her lungs. Every so often, she'd close her eyes tightly and purse her lips, trying to fight off whatever emotion she was feeling. It looked like she was panicking.

    Minho didn't waste any time in stepping into the situation. He lowered himself in front of her. "Y/N..." He said softly, reaching for her quaking hands. She dropped the blade gripped in between her fingers and back into the bag.

    At first she jolted back but Minho held firm. "The Glade's best medic is here to save the day, don't worry." He smirked, despite feeling ill on the inside.

    Y/N didn't even crack a smile. She was always smiling. She laughed at her own pain and smiled in the face of danger. Again, this wasn't normal.

    "What's happening?" He asked.

    Y/N didn't look like she wanted to respond. It was like something was holding her back. "They did something..."

    Minho tilted his head in question and Y/N showed the spot on the back of her neck. It was like a barcode of sorts, most definitely put there by WICKED.

    It made his stomach churn just looking at the marks which seemed burned into her skin.

    "Wanna tell me what happened in there?"

    Y/N shook her head and face went cold. Every time she closed her eyes it seemed as if images were flashing in her mind, playing terrible scenes over and over. But Minho wasn't sure.

    "Y/N you can tell me. What'd they do?" He asked, grabbing her face, causing the opening of her eyes. Each time he offered her to explain what had happened, he could see the pressure in her mind building behind those barren eyes. She really was trying to hold it together. Every last bit of energy in her body holding onto every thing she was afraid to say.

    Sure enough, she broke. Sitting there, keens curled to her chest, shaking, eyes glassy, she broke.

    "They put this in—whatever it is." She whimpered, scratching the back of her neck, trying her hardest to even breathe. "And whenever they turned it on, I lost control. They could tell me what to do."

    "...I hurt people, Minho." Y/N whispered.

    "It's ok..." He spoke softly. "If they can control you, then it wasn't you."

    "They made me do it..." She muttered, yet again squinting her eyes in agony. "Made me—"

    She stopped but Minho wanted answers. "Made you what?"

"Made me go into the maze and make it seem like Gally was stung. They could control me and made me kill Gally..."

"You were in the maze when we escaped?" Minho furrowed his brows and Y/N nodded back in response. For a moment, he wanted to apologize for not having gone back for her, but knew it was useless at this point.

    "You didn't kill him. They did." He added, faltering on his words.

    Minho didn't exactly want to tell her that he happened to have been the one to send a spear into the builders chest after he'd been stung.

    Y/N took a couple of breaths, sitting up and rummaging about for materials to make a splint for Winston. Luckily she found something and eagerly began to make her way back to the group.

    "What else did they do to you?" Minho questioned as they walked. She was good at hiding things, and he knew she was still concealing information.

    Y/N looked her friend dead in the eyes. Minho could see her contemplating. Surely enough, he could also see the pressure in her mind building again. "They gave me some memories back."

    "What do you remember?" Minho shifted his weight apprehensively. Both fear and doubt ran through his veins. She could remember anything. Remember anyone.

    "I remember everyone. I remember growing up with them in the WICKED facility. I remember saying goodbye to everyone who got put in the maze before me. I remember you."

    Minho's heart skipped a beat. "You remember me?"

    "Yeah—" Y/N stifled a laugh. Again, she scrunched her face, trying to hold back tears. "I was faster than you once."

    "That's impossible." He laughed lightly. "What else do you remember? Of us?" Minho really wanted to know. If she remembered him from before the maze, then they had to have at least been friends.

    Y/N almost smiled to herself. "Late nights. Races in the halls. Lots of cuts and bruises." She raised her eyes to his. "You were a pretty good medic."

    "I knew it." He smirked. "Now give me details."

    Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed the runner away. "We've gotta get back to Winston." She set off before Minho could pull her back.

    "Oh c'mon!" He whined. "That's no fair!"

    "Maybe later." She said, still running towards the group.