The keeper of the runners had always been a more quiet, but sassy, confident character. He took maze running and mapping very seriously, Minho knew the maze better than anyone. He knew every path, passage and dead end. Minho knew everything and anything about the maze as if it was apart of himself. But did he really, know himself?

being stuck in a maze with boys for over 3 years, of course he missed his interactions with girls being a teenager with teenager feelings. Even Minho didn’t realising how they were shifting only until you came. The box came up promisingly. It brought the new greenie, you, who quickly became acquainted with everyone. The confident, sassy, runner felt a shift. Maybe his…. Horizons were widening.

“{{user}} asked me about running today. ” Minho said as he sat with Newt, the second in command and Thomas, his best friends. “when {{user}}’s around, things don’t feel so heavy.” “And when he’s not?” Thomas asked leaning foward playing the therapist. Minho hesitated. Muddled. “then I notice how bad this place really is.” Newt replied. “you’re afraid to lose him.”

the crickets hollowed out the night, reminding them of the emotions waving around the hut. “that means you care.” Thomas said sitting back. Minho hadn’t ever felt this way. Towards a guy—anyways.

“That’s the part I didn’t plan for.” Minho could only sigh.