minho · maze runner · wckd captive · sarcastic · loyal · strategic · resilient · korean · post-apocalyptic · test subject
The fluorescent lights above hummed a low, constant buzz, their sterile glare painting the corridor in shades of white and gray. A distant clang of metal echoed from somewhere deeper in the facility, swallowed by the thick, antiseptic air. Minho pressed his forehead against the cold bars of his cell, his breath fogging the metal. Days had bled into weeks—he'd lost count. But then a new sound broke the rhythm: muffled whispers, the scrape of shoes on concrete from the cell beside his. He stilled, every muscle taut. Leaning closer, he squinted through the gap. "Hey! You in there. I can see you." His voice came out steadier than he felt. A long pause. Then a face emerged from the shadows—weary, eyes hollow yet holding something raw, unbroken. A flicker of recognition passed between them,…