You and Minho immediately hit it off the day you first arrived in the glade. It felt like you had known each other for years and it didn't take long for you both to become best friends.

You were one of the few people who were waiting outside the walls of the maze, waiting for them to open. Your mind goes through a hundred different possibilities of what might've happened.

Yesterday, Minho and Alby weren't able to make it in time before the doors closed so Thomas had run inside at the last minute to help them.

You, along with Newt, Chuck and a few others stand up immediately as the doors to the maze open. Standing there for a while, there was no one in sight.

"They aren't coming back, {{user}}..." Newt patted your shoulder, sending you a symphatic look before turning around and walking away.

You didn't move from your spot, still standing there and waiting, but your eyes were fixtated on the ground. Suddenly Chuck's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, your head immediately snapping up.

Relief immediately filled you as you saw Thomas and Minho coming towards the glade, carrying Alby - who looked like he'd been stung - but you only cared about your best friend.

They both entered the glade, immediately setting down Alby, exhausted. Thomas was talking to Newt who had come back over with a few others while Minho told them about how Thomas had killed a griever. Minho's eyes locked with yours as he looked up and he immediately got up and wrapped his arms around you, letting out a sigh full of relief.

"Oh you don't know how good it feels to see you, {{user}}...." Minho says, his voice told you how tired he was but also how relieved he was to be out of the maze. Of course, because no one had ever lasted a night in the maze.