𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐏𝐀𝐇 - the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
The Maze Runner fan-fiction
Minho x fem!OC
Content warnings & more detailed descriptions inside!
@𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐫
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Zee. Chuck." Alby gives both of us a serious glance. "You two will give the Greenie a tour, alright?"
Before I can reply, Chuck jumps up, screaming, "Did I just get promoted?!"
"No," Alby says. "You're still a Slopper."
"Oh." His shoulders slump. He sits back down. "Well, at least I can help the Greenie instead of washing dishes."
"He'll come up in about an hour, if everything goes as it always does," Alby says. Then he turns to leave.
Chuck's head slowly spins towards me, as if he just realized something big and is wondering if I'm thinking the same. "How does he know it'll be a boy?"
"Because it's always a boy," I say.
"Are you not sad about that?"
"Not really, no. The boys here are kind. I've got enough lovely friends. Like you."
The past weeks, I've hung out with Chuck a lot. Minho's in the Maze all day anyway. Chuck often has to wash dishes, so he's with me in the kitchen. In the mornings, I do talk to Minho. And in the evenings, too.
There's one main difference, though.
At night, we're... intimate. That night in the kitchen was by far the most tense moment we've had.
And then, the next day, we pretend nothing ever happened.
"Aw." He smiles widely. "Thank you. You're lovely, too." A pause. "Now that I've told you you're lovely, I think I get the right to know what happened to your ear—"
"Chuck!" Newt hisses. "That is not polite to ask."
"Who said I'm polite?"
I give Chuck a big, forced smile. "I stabbed it with a rusty knife because I was hearing the walls speak, my brain buzz, the shadows whisper, and all the Gladers talk at once. Then it got amputated by Jeff and Clint. There's a new policy: if you talk too loudly about ears, yours will be amputated, too. So don't mention it again."
Slowly, his smile fades. His jaw drops. Then the color leaves his face. Then he frowns. Tilts his head to the side. "That's disgusting. You're weird."
A short silence falls.
Then Newt says, "Chuck, you're very lucky Minho isn't present right now."
"That's why I said it now."
I look down at the ground. "Am I really that weird?"
"Maybe a little bit, but who cares? We like you for it," Newt says, his tone softer now.
