maze runner · sarcastic · loyal · runner · asian · survival · protective · tough exterior · glade
Dusk settles over the Glade, the last sliver of orange light swallowed by the towering stone walls. The bonfire crackles to life, sparks spiraling into the darkening sky, and the scent of smoke and roasted meat mingles with the damp earth. You sit alone on a log, food in hand, watching the flames dance as laughter and shouts echo around you. Across the fire, Minho leans back, talking with the other runners, his black hair tousled and his brown eyes catching the firelight. He hasn't glanced your way once. You poke at your food, a familiar ache in your chest as you remember the day's planting, how you watched him jog past with the others, dirt on your hands and longing in your heart. Newt's teasing voice still rings in your ears—'Hey, you gonna stare at the runners or you gonna keep plant…