CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 4 - The maze

The two boys she had arrived here with, attempting to kill her. It was her worst fear. The muscles she felt under Minho's shirt when hugging him instead holding her back while the kind giant she had come to love squeezed her neck.

The Glade was built on trust.

Y/n shook her head and leveled her breathing. Jogging for so long wasn't the most pleasant thing but Minho seemed to be fine with it.

They stopped for lunch at twelve, using Minhos watch that he had requested from the box. It was a pretty cheap design but it worked.

Y/n coudn't banish the memories of her nightmare from her mind as she sat leaning against the maze wall. She pinched herself and tried to focus on something else, like the vine that was lightly tickling her shoulder, but it wasn't working.

Tears brimmed in y/n's eyes and she looked down, swallowing the lump in her throat. She jumped a bit when feeling an arm around her shoulders.

Y/n didn't even have to look up to know who it was. Jack would never touch her like that. It was Minho.

He squeezed her against him and y/n leaned into his touch. This time it was... less awkward. The touch did comfort her. But something in the very depths of her mind still screamed for her to tell Minho how she felt. But is she did that, the support that she was receiving now would never return, because Minho would never like her back.

Y/n wiped her eyes and sniffled. She stood up, sending a thankful glance towards Minho followed in suit. She stuffed the container their lunch had been in back into the bag but before she could sling it on her shoulder Minho had grabbed it.

Y/n didn't resist and let him carry the bag as they continued on thruogh the maze. It was heavy and she was already having trouble running for such a long period of time.

After running for another hour, things were starting to look bad. They would have to turn back soon. And there was still no end in sight. Minho looked anxious and was quickening their pace the closer his watch ticked to their turn around point.

He leaned against the wall with a dissapointed shout as the clock hit 2 o'clock. Y/n stopped as well. She hated seeing Minho like that but was relived they could turn around and head back home.

The Glade was her home. It really was.

Jack kept on running a few steps. He gazed down the next stone corridor, their last hope. And his eyes widened. He turned to y/n and Minho with a smile on his face. He ran into the passage and y/n quickly followed him with new found energy.

As she passed by Minhos slumped figure she patted his shoulder and heard him following her. Then they turned the corner.

It was a dead end.

"And what's so exciting about that huh?" Minho rolled his eyes but admittedly was curios.

Y/n sent him a bad look and looked at Jack with sympathy, sorry for Minho's mean comment. His frustration was understandable, but the dead-end was at least something different from the endless corridors they had been running thruogh the past few hours.

Y/n walked past Jack and ran her hand along the dead ends wall. The boys behind her inspected the area as well. There was nothing special about the walls here... it was just a dead end.

"We could try to climb the wall" y/n suggested, not entirely serious.

"We have to turn back guys, but good work" Minho told them, seemingly feeling a bit guilty for snapping at Jack.

Y/n sighed, taking one last look at the dead-end then following Jack and Minho back the way they'd come from. They only made right turns and were confident they had time to return to the Glade.