CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

The first night in the glade was, if anything, scary. But it was also peaceful and quiet. It gave y/n a chance to process what really had happened during the past hours. Still, the peace also gave her time to despair.

The absence of memories was frustrating. Y/n could remember basic things about the world but nothing about herself. Now that she and the boys knew there names they all wanted more. Y/n had no memories surface in her dreams that first night, but that did not apply to all of the next nights she slept.

After waking up to the loud noise of the maze doors opening, the three teenagers got to work. They spoke about random things, not having anything to tell about themselves. They began sorting through the supplies.

And the work started there.

They planted a garden, found a well with drinkable water and investigated the wooden shack and forest. Alby used an axe they had found in the supplies to chop wood and make a fire each night. When the box came up after one week they understood that they could request certain supplies.

They built a basic fence with pre-cut wood, nails, and some chicken wire and the animals they requested were placed there. Throughout the time y/n noticed herself placing her blankets on the ground closer and closer to the boys each night. She enjoyed they're company. But one night everything changed.

Y/n woke up in the dark to sounds of heavy breathing and weak shouts. Her heart began to race and she sat up, looking around. Minho was having a nightmare.

Alby was awake as well, fidgeting around, looking at y/n in confusion.

Y/n felt sorry for Minho, seeing his contorted face and sweaty forehead. No matter how awkward it felt she crawled over and softly shook his shoulder. Alby approached Minho's sleeping form as well.

Y/n shook Minho a bit harder and he startled awake, on his feet in seconds, sending y/n onto her back in alarm. He was frantically looking around.

"It was just a nightmare dude" Alby whisper-yelled, then helped y/n up.

Minho looked at them, slowly melting from his daze. He apologized, but his face was still fear-stricken.

Y/n leaned forward and wrapped Minho in a tight hug before she could think twice of it. Alby placed his hands on both their shoulders.

Y/n could feel Minho's strong muscles under her grip and felt his hesitant hand against her back. But he melted into the touch. After that the youngsters were much closer.

The trio moved into the wooden shack for the nights after making some improvements to its structure. An every night campfire grew into tradition and they named the area they were stuck in The Glade.

Alby took the role of the leader of the group but helped y/n and minho around all the time anyways. For a moment y/n felt happy. She was used to this way of living now, and though she would never get used to the lack of personal memories she could find happiness with the two boys in the glade.

That was until the mark of the one month anniversary from their arrival. Y/n approached the box holding the new ladder they had constructed. The boys were already there.

The usual alarm went off and the concrete doors slid open revealing the metal net doors. Alby used a pole they had crafted to open one of the doors.

Just as y/n was about to lower the ladder into the metal cage, she heard something. Light breathing. Sniffles.

Y/n leaned to the side, staring into the box. The boys noticed it the same time as she did.

There was a boy in the box. He looked terrified, he was crying and trying to shield his eyes from the sun.