"I'm no different from you guys. I do have memories, but they're bent memories, which are not much of a use." Sitting at the edge of the bed, I turn my head to look at him. He smiles at me. The smile that never failed to set my heart on a race. "But at least they still serve a function, don't they?" • The Maze Runner fanfiction/imagine/whatever. Book Shucking One. A MINHO FANFIC. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, with the exception of a few. James Dashner owns them. I will and will not follow the exact storyline of the book. WARNING: Really klunky. Lots and lots of swearing and stuffs. Violent scenes and whatnots. You have been warned.