CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 8 - Griever

Y/n had never been so helpless. She was stuck. Staring down the red eyes coming for her.

Minho was the one who saved her life. He tackled her at the last moment as she attempted to escape in her daze. The griever leapt past them and struggled to make the sharp turn.

Y/n struggled to gain sense back into her actions as she and Minho hastily stood up and started running. The gladers around were all trying to figure out what to do.

Run. There was no moment to remember what it meant, she just had to move her legs. Ignore the desperate nature of the situation and panic all around.

Something yanked y/n to the side harshly and she wailed, knowing the monster had her in it's clutches once and for all. Something in her shout resembled Minho's name, a last call to the love of her short life.

But he was the one who had touched her and thrown her to the side. He was the one pressed down by the beast, holding its jaws back and yelling with strain.

Y/n had excpected herself to, once again, freeze in this kind of moment. It seemed realistic, even when it was Minho who was on deaths doorstep. Yet almost so fast she barely remembered it happening, she leaped to her feat and ran to help.

She didn't have to look a second time to find a nearby spear and obtain it. There was grass in her fingers and palm she had picked it up so quickly.

As for what happened.

She took a larger step than Gally ever could of and thrust the spear into the monster's body. It roared and fell to the side with a disgusting squish, finnished off by a few gladers with spears of their own.

Minho was left loudly gasping for breath on the ground. Her eyes wild, dirt on her face and clothes and hair a rats nest, y/n collapsed next to him and grasped his face.

"Thanks sweetheart," He smiled a bit, but fear was evident in his eyes.

She sighed with relief, helping her boyfriend from the ground. Newt rushed over and gripped Minho's shoulder, almost teary eyed. The other gladers all gazed at him with wonder and relief.

The close call had shaken them all to the bone.

The intensity of the past minute then hit y/n like a fist in the bonfire fights and she groaned, panting.

"Are you allright?" She asked Minho, holding on to him tightly around the waist.

Y/n felt a hand ruffle her hair and remembered Newt. He sighed behind her.

"Don't worry about him love, he's as tough as you," Newt told her, and she laughed a bit.

Then Minho entered her field of vision once again, wrapping her in a hug. The moment was comforting and peaceful. But just as y/n began to calm down she heard a gruesome yell again.

She removed herself from Minho's arms but gripped his left hand. She turned and saw Gally laying on the ground thrashing in pain. His arm had an ugly circle of red with black veins spreading out from it.

It was horrific. The monster had done it.

"It was the griever!" A boy shouted as Alby pushed through the crowd.

Y/n urged for them to go see how Gally was doing, and Minho and Newt followed along.

Alby kneeled next to Gally along with Clint and Jeff. They already had gauze pressed against the wound.