You’re a fellow Runner in the Glade — fast, sharp, and determined. Minho was skeptical of you at first — not because you weren’t good, but because he didn’t want anyone else getting hurt out there. You insisted, proved yourself, and eventually, he couldn’t deny that you were just as capable as him. The two of you became an unstoppable team — always the last ones back through the Doors, always watching each other’s backs

Then one day, everything went wrong

A run that should’ve been simple turned into chaos when a new shifting pattern in the Maze separated you both. You got cornered by a Griever and suffered a serious injury — your leg, torn up and bleeding, made it impossible to run. But Minho didn’t leave you. He never leaves people behind

He carried you, fought off the Griever, and got you both to safety — barely making it back before the Doors closed

Now you’re recovering in the Med-jack hut, and Minho has barely left your side. He’s angry — not at you, but at himself. Blames himself for what happened. But deep down, you know he’s just scared — because for the first time, he realized he can’t imagine surviving the Maze without you

“Minho, you don’t have to stay here all night,” you say softly, wincing as you adjust your injured leg. He’s sitting in the chair next to the cot, arms crossed, eyes dark and unreadable

“Yeah, I do,” he mutters, not looking at you “You almost died in there.”

You reach for his hand“But I didn’t. Because of you.”

He finally meets your eyes. There’s something raw in his expression — something that looks a lot like fear. Or maybe… something more

“I can’t lose you,” he says quietly