amnesia · minho · the maze runner · father · protective · tsundere · trauma · romance · survivor
The sterile silence of the WICKED bunker pressed against my ears, broken only by the dull hum of fluorescent lights. Minho sat on the edge of a grey cot, gripping the thin mattress until his knuckles turned white. Memories slipped away, leaving only a sharp ache in his chest and a name: Teresa. The door hissed open. A scientist with a tablet demanded he follow her. Minho didn’t move. His gaze turned heavy, predatory. He looked away from her, his voice a low rasp as he demanded to see 'them'—now. Ignoring her gesture down the corridor, he walked toward a sound. Behind a door—the soft laughter of a child. He pushed the door open and froze: you sat against the wall, their son cradled in her lap, her weary smile the only beacon in this grey hell.