please don’t go [minho]
| imagine you are afraid to leave Minho’s side when you get to the warehouse |
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Your eyes scanned your surroundings. There were machines everywhere, some sitting dormant, others moving boxes. No one was there to greet you except the guards that had brought you in from the berg. Thomas turned to glance at Minho, who was holding you tightly while you shook against his chest. Thomas placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We’re gonna be alright, Y/N.” You just nodded.
The guards stood around you, not moving for a couple minutes before they exchanged nods and shoved the shoulders of the Gladers. You settled for holding Minho’s hand as they led you through countless tunnels and pathways, all of which seemed to go straight forever until they came to forks in the winding passageways.
Minho’s thumb slid across your knuckles the whole way, trying to calm you. He knew you would be a wreck if he left you to fend for yourself. You had seen your little brother deranged, crazed, and eventually shot. He had come for the berg, and one of the soldiers fired the bullet into his brain. Minho had to hold you as you screamed for him, as you tried to escape the berg to see your brother once more. He knew it would be hard for you to get over because you were so close with your brother.
You were the only one of the Gladers that remembered your family. It was because you weren’t supposed to have showed up in the maze. You were a mistake. Although you weren’t completely sure how you had ended up in the box, you knew you were a mistake when you could remember everything. “Y/N, we can’t stop.” Minho was in front of you, urging you on. Some of the guards behind you were yelling at you to keep going, and all of the Gladers had stopped to see if you were okay. “Baby, please.” He murmured.
With tear filled eyes, you looked up. “Why did that happen to him, Minho?” You asked breathlessly. He pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head, trying to comfort you in some way. He bent down and wrapped one arm under your knees, sweeping you off your feet to carry you through the halls. “Let’s keep going.”
All of the Gladers were being tested for the disease and wellness. Minho was running on what thy called a treadmill, and you and Thomas were sat in chairs with IV’s in your arm. “I’m sorry about your brother.”
You looked over. “I am too.” He tried to make conversation, but you tuned him out. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Thomas, truth be told he was one of your best friends, but you were grief- stricken. He eventually got the point when you didn’t respond and placed his hand on your arm.
“You don’t have to deal with this alone.” You looked over at him when you heard this. A light smile played on your lips, and you placed your hand over his.
“Thank you, Thomas.” He nodded and the two of you sat back, waiting to get the IV’s taken out.
You found your seat at a dining table with all of the the other Gladers. They had given you new clothes, each outfit was all white. You had refused to wear it, and stuck to your old clothes. There was a man standing at the front of the room, watching you and whispering to all the other guards. “Minho, they’re staring at me funny.”
He glanced over and shook his head, turning back to you. “It’s fine, baby.” You looked over at Thomas, who you knew felt uneasy too.
“Do you remember any of these people?” He asked you quietly. You looked around at the guards. None were recognizable. Neither was the man at the front who was still staring at you. He resembled a rat, with a hooked nose and small beady eyes. He set uneasiness in your stomach.
You shook your head. “No, I never met the higher ups of WCKD. I only dealt with guards. None of these guards look familiar.”
Thomas nodded and went back to his food, realizing that the two of you had drawn attention your way. The Rat-man was staring at you, watching as you leaned into Minho. He wrapped an arm around your waist as he glanced around the room. “All those guys are staring at you. I don’t like it.”
You smirked. “Oh, no?” He shook his head and looked over at the table full of boys, and then back at you. He was jealous, you could see it in his eyes. His fingers gripped your chin and pulled you into him, his lips molding over yours. You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek.
Minho pulled away as if teasing you, earned a giggle from you, and then placed his lips over yours again. His fingers squeezed your hip as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip playfully and then pulled away, pecked your lips, and smirked over at the gawking boys. You blushed and put your head on his shoulder, your fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.
The Rat-man spoke up then, clearing his throat to call attention to himself. He leaned over and whispered to the guard something unintelligible. You tuned out his chatter until he started listing off names. Thomas was listening intently for your name, but it was never called. They must want me to let my guard down, you thought to yourself.
When they showed you to your rooms, they allowed the boys in but stopped you. “Girls will sleep in different dormitories.” You shook your head and looked over at Minho, who was watching the guards.
“Like hell I will. I’m sleeping in here, with my boyfriend.” They placed a hand on your shoulder when you tried to come into the dormitory and shoved you back, your head slamming against the metal wall. You groaned and tried to look around, but everything was a little blurry.
After a couple minutes of uproar from your friends, everything was clear again. Your vision evened out and you had the energy to stand up. “What’s going on here?” A glance told you it was the Rat-man that spoke. He looked at the Gladers for answers and then gazed at you.
“They’re trying to make me sleep in a different room. I want to sleep here with my friends.” The Rat-man sucked in a breath, his bottom lip pulling in between his teeth. “Please, I have trouble sleeping alone.”
He nodded, considering the thought. It wasn’t a lie. Ever since the Grievers had gotten into the Glade you were terrified of sleeping alone and nightmares often reeked havoc on your mind and sleeping pattern. “Very well. She can sleep in here. Make no other exceptions.”
You were laying in bed now, your fingers tracing patterns on Minho’s bare chest. “Please don’t ever leave me.”
He smiled and kissed your forehead. “I could never leave you if I wanted to.”