Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)

Inseparable

There was no way of stopping his thoughts from wandering to her. Traversing the scorch was miserable, but as long as Y/N was at his side, he didn't mind it all that much.

    "Minho, can you and Y/N go get some more firewood?" Newt pleaded as he desperately tended to the flames before him, trying to keep them alive. Even sheltered by the old, torn apart cargo ship, the wind still found it's way to them, trying to blow out the flames they'd started. Newt knew he could trust the former runners to get some firewood and not disappear on him.

    "C'mon." Y/N stood despite her tired aching bones, offering a hand out to Minho.

    The keeper of the runners took it happily and stood up, every single muscle in his body seizing in agony.

    Stumbling around stiffly, Y/N and Minho eventually began to scrounge up a decent amount of firewood.

    "Y/N, hurry! We don't want Newt to freeze." Minho snickered as he stood waiting for the girl to scavenge a couple more pieces of wood.

    Y/N sighed and gave up, walking towards him. "Yes, your highness."

    Slowly, the pair began to able back towards the fire. "Have you remembered anything else...?" Minho spoke up quietly, his voice hoarse from dehydration.

    "A little, yeah." Y/N kicked a rock at her feet.

    "About...?" He pried desperately for more information.

    "Everyone," She looked up the group huddled around the fire. "We've all changed quite a bit."

    "Obviously." He croaked. "Have I?"

    Y/N smiled up at the runner. "Lots."

    Suddenly, Minho was flooded with a rush of doubt, uncertainty, and lacking self-confidence. "Is that a good thing...?"

    "Very," Y/N laughed at Minho's horrified demeanour. "When we were brought in, you were pretty timid. You always waited for someone else to make the decisions, never picked a fight, and never, ever broke the rules."

    "Well I sure sounded like a wimpy little shank." Minho scoffed.

    "Nah," Y/N reassured. "You were kind, funny, curious, and smart. We had a lot of fun and practically became inseparable. Then, they started sending people up into the maze one by one. Alby first, Newt second, you third, and me fifteenth. I watched all of you for more than a year, suffering, trying to figure out how you were going to survive."

    "I used to be kind?" Minho gaped. "Eesh—what happened to me?"

    Minho wanted to ask about how it'd had been when they were separated, but he imagined it wasn't all that great of a memory. Since Y/N mentioned they had been inseparable, Minho didn't even want to know what his reaction was to being dragged away from her. He'd probably been kicking, screaming, and crying just to say goodbye once more.

    "You grew up, and got thrown into a maze with a job only suited for the strongest person there was. You're still kind, Minho. It just shows itself in different ways."

    Minho pondered on that the rest of the way back to the fire. Really, he was still his old self. He was just older and hardened by the maze he'd been thrown into. Once the fire was burning bight once again, Minho sat down at Y/N's side, all he could think about being how she'd said they had been inseparable at one point. All he wanted was to remember the same things she did.

    "Y/N," Newt piped up. "You said you remembered some things. Any insight on this seemingly hopeless situation?"

    "Thomas is right. The Right Arm is out there. I just...don't know where. I think we're going in the right direction." She smiled lightly at the brown eyed brunette across the fire who looked stressed beyond measure. The pressure he was feeling was understandable, though. If there was no Right Arm in those mountains, who knows how long they'd survive.