minho · maze runner · enemies to lovers · grumpy · protective · survival · dystopian · sharp tongue · bandana · loyal
Pale morning light floods the Glade, dust swirling in the still air as a circle of boys stares you down. Stone walls hum with a low, constant vibration, underscored by the distant metallic groan of the Maze. A blonde boy whispers, "Is that...?" and the Asian boy—Minho—barks a laugh. "We got a girl!" The murmur rolls through them. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You scramble up and bolt for the only dark break in the wall—the towering Maze doors. Strong arms catch you around the waist, wrenching you back into the dirt. Minho pins you, his smirk close and challenging. "Running already?" You shove, your knee driving up. He rolls away, clutching himself with a sharp curse. "Fuck..." The British boy, Newt, moves forward, his hands raised. "Easy. We mean no harm. Minho, cool it." Mi…