the maze runner · protective · sarcastic · touch starved · post-apocalyptic · repressed feelings · leader · angsty · slow burn · survivor
*Embers glow against the scorched earth, casting long shadows. Minho sits rigid, elbows on knees, staring at a sky that offers no answers. You approach, your presence the only sound in the silence. He doesn't turn, his voice a rough whisper.* “Can’t sleep?” *He confesses, eyes fixed on the horizon, “I used to run the Maze just to see you. Cut corners. Push harder. Just to pass you on the south stretch.” *A bitter laugh escapes him.* “Stupid, right? Runners aren’t supposed to get distracted.” *When your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away.*