If we go down, then we go down together. minho (tmr). pt one
Warning/s: Bad grammar + some wrong spelling bc I’m too lazy to edit it, violence, slight angst
POV: Minho firmly believes in the saying ‘if we go down, then we go down together’ especially when his long-time crush, and best friend, gets stuck in the maze.
"Thomas!” Y/N called out her boyfriend’s name for the fifth time. Her voice was louder than the roaring and crackling fire, yet he didn’t turn his head. Gally, who witnessed the whole thing, cackled.
“Looks like your boyfriend finally found someone better than you.” Gally was a jerk and Y/N tried not to take his words to heart, but they still stung. “What? I’m just saying. He doesn’t need you anymore, buttercup, so stop pouting. You knew this was going to happen anyway.”
He was right about that. Y/N saw how Thomas curiously gazed at Teresa when she first came up. He never looked at her like that.
“Shut up, Gally.” Y/N muttered, harshly kicking his ankle and making the builder spit out curses.
“Why the long face, sweetheart?”
It seemed Y/N’s pouting kept catching unwanted attention. The female runner looked at Minho, cross her arms over her chest. She silently nodded over at Thomas and Teresa who were too close for comfort.
“Oh, I see.” Minho heavily heaved as he sat down on the wooden log behind him. “I’ll distract Teresa while you talk to that shank?” The keeper of the runners was always working hard to keep Y/N happy. It was like working over time at your office job despite knowing you won’t get paid, only there was no office and Minho never got paid.
“Teresa, over here!” Minho shouted loudly, beckoning the ravenette over. She hesitatingly walked over while Y/N took this as her chance.
“Thomas.” She said for the sixth time. She was starting to get annoyed as she constantly repeated his name.
“That was fast, Teresa- Oh, Y/N. It’s you.” He didn’t sound happy to see her, which immediately wiped the soft smile off Y/N’s face.
“Is that all you have to say? Oh? Thomas, we haven’t spoken since Teresa arrived. You didn’t even greet me at the doors.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in slight frustration. Whenever Thomas wasn’t on running duty, it was Y/N. And he always greeted her when she got back, holding a plate of food and a bottle of water.
“I figured you could get your own food and water.” Thomas bluntly uttered. He didn’t raise his voice but his words still stabbed at Y/N’s heart.
“Do you like her?” Y/N looked at Teresa and so did Thomas. “Do you think she’s prettier than me? All that time you spent complimenting me and making me feel special was a waste of time. In my opinion, she’s not that pretty.”
Thomas was usually gentle and calm. He never got angry at Y/N no matter what she did. He’d do anything for her, even give her his own lunch when Gally obnoxiously stole hers. But he snapped suddenly when Y/N degraded Teresa’s appearance.
“Just because you don’t look as good as her doesn’t give you a right to insult her.”
“Are you on drugs or something, Tommy? Have you seen me? I am a goddess. You said so yourself. Why the sudden change of heart? Just because Teresa is interested in you does not give you the right to insult me and ignore me.” Y/N was surprised at how calm she was being right now. Only, she knew she was so angry that she couldn’t express it.
“Then you’re an idiot because I was calling out your name five times before and you didn’t even bat an eye.”
“It’s not my problem Teresa is better company than you.”
“You are on thin ice, Tommy.”
“Good. Maybe then I can finally get rid of you and date Teresa instead.”
That was Y/N’s breaking point. She didn’t yell, didn’t scream, she didn’t even send Thomas a glare. Instead, her fist went straight for his eye. She punched him so hard that he staggered back, crashing into Newt.
Y/N didn’t say a word as she turned around, storming off. Minho, one of the many boys who saw the scene, whistled, impressed. Thomas was his friend but he had known Y/N for longer.
After Thomas got patched up, Alby decided to call it a night. The Gladers begrudgingly went to sleep one by one.
Y/N lay in her hammock, eyes closed but still awake. She could hear the faint whispers of Teresa and Thomas as they stepped over a few boys who had fallen off their hammocks. It was a normal occurrence. You weren’t a Glader without falling off your hammock and waking up on the dusty ground at least once.
“Is she asleep?” Teresa asked as they paused by Y/N, their stares burning into her motionless form.
“Looks like it.” Thomas replied, shrugging.
“I didn’t know you were dating such a hothead. She punched you for no reason.”
That made Y/N want to scoff. There was obviously a reason and it was a bloody good one. She had every right to be mad at Thomas.
“She’s usually calm. I don’t know what got into her. Maybe it’s the maze. It messes with our heads, you know. Perhaps that’s why I agreed to dating her. I was desperate for affection no matter where it came from. If it wasn’t Y/N then I would’ve asked Minho.”
“Oh. So she forced you into the relationship?”
“Yeah. I don’t talk about it much, though.”
“For the record,” Y/N’s voice startled the two, “You confessed to me. And I didn’t punch you for no reason. I punched you because you openly admitted you wanted to date Teresa and was waiting for the chance to dump me so you could. You’re a jerk, Thomas. An asshole too.”
Y/N got out of her hammock, grabbing her pillow and blanket. Thomas watched her.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Sorry, I’m not obligated to answer. We’re not dating, remember? You’re dating Teresa.” Y/N shrugged before exiting the Homestead, ignoring Thomas’ shouts like he ignored hers.
Y/N knocked on the door of the runner hut, knowing fully well Minho was inside. He slept inside the hut and sometimes Y/N joined him when they were going over the maze.
“What trouble did you get in this time?” Minho jokingly said as he opened the door.
“I put Thomas in his place. And I no longer feel like sleeping in the Homestead so I’m here.” Y/N brushed past Minho, yawning slightly. He hummed as he closed the door.
“So, what are you doing?” Y/N sat down in front of the table. Judging by how the cloth was off the handmade maze, Minho was looking at it.
The only light in the room was a dim lantern. Y/N could barely see Minho’s face.
“You can sleep, you know. This is a safe zone.”
Y/N chuckled lightly, wrapping her blankets around herself. She was planning to sleep on the slightly uncomfortable wooden chair but Minho had other plans. Y/N let out a small yelp as her head was forced onto his lap. She stiffened. Affection between Y/N and Minho wasn’t uncommon, they were close friends. But Y/N was just caught by surprise. She wasn’t expecting for Minho to do such a thing. After she started dating Thomas, he distanced himself and they hardly had time for each other.
“So, you and Thomas? I’m guessing things aren’t going well right now.” Minho muttered as he stroked Y/N’s hair, sighing.
“I see the way he looks at Teresa. He knows her and vice versa.” Y/N closed her eyes, blinking small tears away. Minho didn’t say anything. He only held her closer.
“Get some rest, Y/N. If Thomas doesn’t come to his senses, then I’ll punch that shank until he does.” Minho stayed awake until Y/N fell asleep. He looked at her fondly, smiling softly. “He doesn’t deserve you.” He whispered, clenching his jaw.
Minho slowly closed his eyes and soon enough, he fell asleep. The next time he opened his eyes, the sun was almost up and Y/N was gone. Minho yawned, rubbing his tired eyes. He saw Y/N sitting at a bench with her breakfast, bickering with Gally as usual. Thomas and Teresa were together, no surprises there.
“Minho!” Thomas called out, much to the keeper’s annoyance, “Can I take the day off? I need to help Teresa.”
Minho almost scowled at the girl’s name. Thomas was supposed to be running with him today, but it seemed Minho would be taking Y/N instead.
“Alright. I’ll take Y/N. But tomorrow, you’re running.” Minho walked past Thomas and bumped shoulders were Teresa. “Y/N, Thomas isn’t running today so you’re stuck with me.” Gally took this as his cue to leave.
“Too busy with Teresa, huh?” Y/N huffed, handing Minho the rest of her sandwich.
“Have you talked to him yet?”
“Nope. I don’t really want to either.” But Y/N knew she had to. One way or another, she had to break things off.
“Well, I’m going to talk to Fry. I’ll see you at the doors.”
Y/N hummed, standing up. She had to go back to the Homestead to get her runners backpack that she accidently left behind. The H/C-haired girl crouched down, searching through the layers of blankets. She finally found her bag and stood up, coming face to face with Thomas. Y/N screamed, slapping him.
“Ow! Oh my gosh! Your reflexes are no shucking joke!” Thomas held his swollen cheek, wincing.
“Then stop sneaking up on me, you idiot!” Y/N yelled, glaring at Thomas. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re here. After last night, I was thinking and I came to the conclusion that we’d both be happier if we weren’t together anymore.”
“Are you... breaking up with me?”
“No. I’m going to keep dating you and allow you to also date Teresa.” Y/N sarcastically deadpanned, arching an eyebrow. “Yes, I’m breaking up with you. Listen, Thomas, dating you has been great. We’ve had some wonderful memories and I’ve enjoyed our moments together. But we’ve slowly grown apart and Teresa was the breaking point. Perhaps we should stay friends or just not talk at all.”
Y/N was going to walk away, but Thomas grabbed her hand.
“Y/N,” He had that pleading look in his eyes, the one he always had when he was begging her not to leave.
“Thomas,” Y/N gently grabbed his hands, “I love you but you have never looked at me the way you look at Teresa. You like her and you know it. So let’s make this easier for both of us and break it off.”
Thomas dropped his hands, letting them swing by his side. He stared at the ground, refusing to look at Y/N. He kept silent as she sighed and walked away, pitying Thomas but not regretting anything.
“I’m guessing by the look on your face that you just talked to Thomas.” Minho was leaning against the maze wall, watching as Y/N walked towards him. He was always good at reading people, much to Y/N’s annoyance.
“Shut it and let’s run.” Y/N entered the maze first, Minho hot on her heels. No words were exchanged as they jogged through the grey, ivy covered hallways. Y/N barely slowed down, too busy thinking to pay attention to her burning lungs and stinging throat.
A few minutes ago, Minho tried to convince Y/N to take a break, but she refused. So they kept running.
“Hey, isn’t section eight supposed to be open today?” Y/N finally paused, allowing Minho to catch his breath. “Then, why is section five open instead?”
Minho looked at section five, which was indeed open.
“That’s strange.” He muttered, looking up at the sky. It was starting to get dark, meaning the maze doors would be closing soon. “Hey, we should get back.” Minho placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder but she brushed it off.
“Yeah, soon. I want to take a look.”
Minho let out an annoyed sigh. A trait that Thomas and Y/N both shared was that they often had little regard for their safety. They were far too curious for their own good and it often didn’t end well.
“Be quick. By that, I mean just take a peek.” Minho tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Y/N. She swiftly ran back, finding nothing that interested her.
“Okay, we can go.” After she finished her sentence, a strong wind almost knocked her over. She bumped into Minho’s chest and he quickly caught her. They shared a panicked look.
“Shuck.” They both muttered.
“Run!” Minho yelled. The two runners broke into a sprint. They skidded around corners, barely having time to find out if they were going the right way.
“There!” Y/N pointed at a corridor that she recognized. She crashed into wall and quickly pushed herself off it.
“There they are!” A crowd of Gladers stood in front of the doors a few hundred meters away. Thomas was amongst them, standing beside Teresa and Newt. The doors were slowly starting to close, igniting something inside Y/N and Minho that encouraged them to run faster.
Y/N heavily panted as she ran alongside Minho, her legs moving as fast as they could. Her body felt weak and she feared that if she moved any faster, she would snap.
They were so close that Y/N could feel the green grass against her bruised legs. Minho was strangely stumbling behind, struggling to keep up. In the spur of the moment, Y/N grabbed Minho and shoved him forward. He landed in the Glade, caught by Newt and Thomas.
Y/N grunted as she tripped over a loose pebble, harshly hitting the concrete floor. Her knees skidded across the stone, scrapping the skin off. She could faintly hear the shouts of people telling her to get up but the world was spinning and Y/N couldn’t focus on one thing.
“Y/N!” She heard Thomas yell, only to be held back by Teresa who shook her head. Minho clenched his hands into fists, helplessly watching as Y/N struggled.
I don’t know if it’s fair, but I thought,
“Minho!” Newt shouted as the keeper ran into the maze, helping Y/N up. The doors shut with a loud slam, trapping both Y/N and Minho inside.
“How could I let you fall by yourself when I’m wasted with someone else?”
“You idiot! Why would you do that? Now we’re both trapped!” Y/N slammed her fist into the stone doors again, scraping more skin off her knuckles. “Those shanks in the Glade need you, they depend on you to find away out!”
“They may need me, but I need you! All of this is worthless if you’re not by my side.” Minho took a step towards Y/N. “If we go down, then we go down together.”
Y/N sighed before she slowly hugged Minho. Secretly, she was glad he was with her. She knew she couldn’t survive on her own.
“We have to keep moving.” Minho said, determined to survive another night in the maze as he did with Thomas. The two runners slowly jogged through the maze, their senses heighted by the uncomfortable silence.
Y/N and Minho stuck close, not wanting to be separated from each other. They were taken by surprise when the passageway they were about to run down suddenly began to shut. Minho stumbled back, wrapping an arm around Y/N on instinct. They looked at each other in surprise before holding each other tightly.
Unfortunately, the new hallway revealed a griever. It shrieked, staring at the pair like they were a full course meal.
The griever chased after them, its metal legs scraping against the stone and making a horrible noise.
“Come on, come on!” Minho screamed, grabbing Y/N’s arm. She shrieked as the griever jumped off a wall and landed in front of the runners.
“Move, move!” Y/N shoved Minho to the side, panting heavily. The griever’s tail suddenly wrapped around her leg, making her trip.
“Y/N!” Minho threw a stone at the griever, making it roar. A syringe popped out of its tail and Minho’s eyes widened. Before he could shout out a warning, Y/N was stabbed with the needle.
Minho, with unknown strength, managed to drag Y/N away from the griever. Her pupils were bigger and she was gasping for air.
“Minho,” She whispered, shaking her head. “Leave. Get out of here. Go before it’s too late!” She coughed out a mouthful of blood, some splattering onto Minho’s hands.
“It’s never too late, Y/N.” Minho hugged her, refusing to let go no matter how many times Y/N begged him to leave. The griever growled again. Minho was expecting it to sting him too but the griever only delivered a harsh kick to his skull, knocking him out.
When Minho opened his eyes, he was met with a splitting headache and the burning sun shining down on his face. And Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
