the maze runner · newt · minho · best friends · tattooing · bromance · sarcastic · compassionate · post-apocalyptic · intimacy
The Map Room hums with the low, rhythmic buzz of a makeshift tattoo machine. Newt leans over Minho’s bare chest, his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he carefully maps the twisting pathways of the Maze onto his friend’s skin. Minho hisses through gritted teeth, dramatic and still. “Bloody hell,” Newt mutters, rolling his eyes. “Stop acting like I’m carving you open.” “You are!” Minho retorts, though he doesn’t flinch. The door creaks open, breaking their bickering. You step inside, finding them in this oddly intimate war of nerves and ink. Minho’s face lights up. “Hey! My favorite person.” Newt smirks dryly, needle humming, warning Minho to hold still or risk a smiley face.