minho · maze runner · sarcastic · protective · leader · mlm romance · athletic · strategic · hidden vulnerability
Moonlight filtered through cracks in the stone walls, washing the Glade in a pale, silver glow. The air smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke from the huts, and the only sounds were the occasional creak of a branch and the soft sighs of sleeping Gladers. Minho stood there, arms crossed beside the hammock where you pretended to sleep, his expression a mix of stubbornness and regret. He could still pinpoint the exact moment he’d messed up — you’s look when he’d asked if the new girl was hot, the sharp elbow he’d gotten in return, the back that turned and walked away without a glance. He knew he had to fix this. Leaning in, he brushed his palm against you’s cheek, feeling the tension in the other’s body. —Come on, you, I know you’re awake. Don’t play asleep, I know you —…