Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)

The Wrong Crate

 Six months. That was how long Minho had been telling himself Thomas would be coming. It was how long he'd been waiting, struggling every day to maintain hope and his will to live.

Everyone was in agony. They were hardly themselves anymore and relationships were beginning to fall apart. Harriet, Sonya and Aris looked at one another like they hardly knew each other and rarely interacted. Y/N and Minho still held strong, relying on one another to stay sane, but they too were hardly holding up.

Day after day, the kids had been drained of blood, had needles prod every part of their body and had been sent into a comatose like state many times. But, today was different. The guards were busy packing supplies into crates, Janson and the others working furiously behind glass windows to upload their data to handheld hard drives. Minho, along with the others had slowly developed a strong grudge against Teresa. If she was immune, why wasn't she being tested too? She was in the maze and had come this far with them, yet she never had to be thrown in simulations or be drained of blood. While her friends were being nothing short of tortured, she watched.

Completely shocking him, a set of strong arms grabbed Minho and lifted him from his seat in the cafeteria. Beside him, the same was being done to Y/N and they were being led outside where other kids were being forced into what looked like train cars. Minho hadn't even realized when they had arrived, but train tracks ran in and out of this facility. Leading where? He wasn't sure.

The WICKED guards sat Y/N and Minho down side by side in one of the train cars, the seats rough and uncomfortable. As expected, their hands and feet were bound, making any attempt for an escape impossible. None of the other kids being sat down in the train car seemed to care where they were going, either. After all, they had no where to belong and as far as they could tell, their lives would be cut short soon anyways. The only place they did belong was the Glade, but that was gone now too.

As the train rumbled beneath their feet, Minho began to drift off. His heart hurt. His mind was consumed by memories of his friends and the Glade. Not only that, but ever since being captured, some of his memories from before the maze had come back. Luckily, he remembered some of the things Y/N had told him about back in the scorch.

Hours into the ride, he was awoken by Y/N shoving his shoulder. She held a finger to her lips, signalling for him to listen carefully. He did as told, and soon enough, he heard the same thing she was. It was the sound of people yelling and screaming, the roaring of vehicle engines racing beside the train.

Then he heard an explosion, the train car began to slow. Then, he heard his own name.

It was Thomas and Newt. They were here for them. Six months and they were finally here.

Relentlessly and with all of the heart he had left, Minho screamed until his throat was raw. With enough encouragement, Y/N had all of the other kids in the metal box hollering too.

"THOMAS!" Y/N screamed with every ounce of energy in her body, nearly blowing out Minho's ear drums. If it were anyone else, he might just have hit them for yelling so loud. But, right now, he was proud. Her screams were what they needed.

Anxiously, the pair waited for any words from Thomas or Newt. But, there was nothing. Some gun shots fired and the sound of a berg reverberated overhead but it got quieter as it took off. The sound got further away, but their crate still wasn't moving. Y/N looked to Minho with broken eyes. He too knew they'd gotten the wrong one.

The girl at his side pursed her lips, shut her eyes tight and lowered her head in defeat. A few tears fell into her hands but she took a deep breath and lifted her head once again. Though the world was against them and they'd suffered more heartbreak in the past six months than a person should be able to handle, Y/N wasn't giving up. And because of that, neither was Minho. Thomas and the others may have gotten the wrong crate, but that didn't mean they would be giving up either.

Thomas was loyal and Minho knew it. Knowing that two of his friends were suffering would cause Thomas to go to the end of the world to get them back. At this point, that was all the hope Minho had to hold onto.

Since WICKED was moving the subjects to a different location, that could only mean one thing: that the search for a cure was only growing more desperate. Moving locations meant going somewhere that has better research equipment. Not only that, but it probably meant procedures were going to get more dangerous and life threatening. If they hadn't found a cure through the means which they have already tried (which, if you asked Minho, had already led them close enough to death) there surely would be nothing good laying ahead for the subjects.

All of Minho's fears had been based around the idea of losing Y/N, even back when they were in the Glade. The more time that passed, the closer he knew he was to losing her at the hands of WICKED. It killed him, but he knew there was little he could do to stop them from finding their cure.

Being switched from train car, to truck, to berg again and again made Minho was completely incapable of knowing where they were or for how long they'd been travelling. But, it wasn't long before the shaking and jolting of the vehicle they were in stopped and they were driving on smooth pavement. Hardly anywhere in the world had smooth roads anymore, and they also didn't have street lights or sky scrapers like the ones Y/N could vaguely see through the small crack of a window in the truck.

"Minho...we're in a city." Y/N mumbled, pointing up to the small window. Minho could care less about the buildings and bright lights because her wrists were now nearly raw from being bound so long, as were his.

"I thought the world went to shit? How's there a city?" He grumbled back, trying to peer through the window.

"Not all of it." Y/N sighed in slight disbelief.

Minho felt chills run down his spine. "You know what this means, right?"

Y/N looked to him with a brow raised. She knew whatever he was thinking wasn't what Minho was about to say. Knowing Minho, it wasn't something enthusiastic or hopeful.

"That they're going to have everything they need to find a cure here," He fiddled with his fingers. "They'll have everything they need to get the cure out of us."

"So, we wait it out. They've done enough awful things to us already. We can handle it." Y/N reassured but Minho shook his head in aggravated disagreement.

"They're going to kill us, Y/N." He snapped. "They're going to kill you."

"Not if Thomas and Newt get to us first." She stopped him.

"Stop acting like they're a gods, Y/N!" Minho snarled. He knew he shouldn't act out, but after all they'd been through in the past six months, he couldn't stop himself. He felt sick all of the time, he feared when the next time he'd be brought into the procedure room and what they do, and above all he feared losing Y/N with everything inside of him. "Don't count on them to come for us."

Y/N felt betrayed. Her chest seemed to collapse at the realization that Minho had practically given up. Sure, it was a slim chance that Thomas and the others would make it into this city alive and get them out. But, there was still a reason to hope. To keep fighting.

Minho had forgotten his own rules from back in the Glade. The boy who used to be the keeper of the runners was truly nothing more than a test subject now.

Minho regretted that he'd just said those things, because little did he know, they'd be his last words towards Y/N for a very long time. Within seconds, WICKED guards were tearing kids from their seats, dragging them from the truck and forcing them into a tall, dimly lit building. Y/N had once thought the maze walls were tall, but they were noting in comparison to these buildings.

Minho kicked and screamed, but Y/N was dragged off in a different direction. He wanted to at least say goodbye, to apologize...but she disappeared from his vision. Gone. When he'd see her again, if ever, was unknown. That was what scared him, knowing they could be in this facility, tortured for years until they found a cure. Or, they could be dead within hours.