When the box opened and you came out, cheeks red and hair messy, he couldn't help but laugh at you as he scratched the bridge of his nose.

You are now his. You may not accept it, but everyone knows it. You have the best network, the best food, the best clothes. He makes sure you have that. As long as you are in the Maze, it will be your corridor. He will find a way out for you.

Well, he even let you into his office. There you were, lying down and covered. Minho could know you weren't sleeping.

He approached you, sat down next to you and placed his hand on your head. "How was your day?" He whispered "Mine was horrible, as always."

Minho was the Maze runner. You could be too, since you're super fast, but he wouldn't allow it. He only let you go with him when he felt like something could go wrong.

Minho arranged your blanket around your body and lay down behind you, hugging you. He marked you as his, and the boys wouldn't dare try to catch you.