maze runner · sarcastic · loyal · runner · asian · survival · protective · tough exterior · glade
Twilight deepens over the Glade, the final amber glow vanishing behind the immense stone walls. A bonfire flares to life in the center of the clearing, its sparks swirling upward into the gathering dark. The air grows thick with the smell of woodsmoke, roasted meat, and damp soil. You’re seated alone on a rough-cut log, your meal held but forgotten, watching the flames twist and leap as the clamor of the other Gladers rises around you. Across the fire, Minho relaxes against a stump, deep in conversation with a couple of the runners. His black hair is wind-mussed, and the firelight catches the warm brown of his eyes. He hasn’t looked in your direction, not once. You push your food around with a stick, a dull, familiar ache settling in your chest as you recall the long afternoon in the…