CORNERED | TMR Minho X Reader

Chapter 18 - Together

Y/n glanced behind her when they arrived at the open doors. Far ahead, opposite of the wall they were by now was the one with all of their names carved. Some of them crossed out. Y/n's name one of the smallest, towards the bottom left.

Y/n smiled. The Glade was like a time capsule. Anyone returning here would find blankets still in bundles and pillows still sunken from the middle, in the shape of a head. They would find frypans bowl of flour he had forgotten. The axe thrown to the ground in the forest. The hair in y/n's brush. The rocks littered on the ground from Teresa.

Teresa was lucky, and thankfully, she seemed to understand. Thomas was well. They were all lucky. The ones who hadn't arrived here first. Y/n felt proud of her heightened status in the glade. She deserved this. Most of this was her and the first few boys work.

Then they all turned around and headed into the maze.

It was most of the gladers first time in between the stone walls. They sure were scared but kept up with the fast walking pace Minho had set. He apologized to y/n for making her limp so fastly but she understood the rush.

Then after only a few turns thruogh the maze... it started to shake. The ground abruptly began to move. It was no rearranging of the walls. It was an earthquake. Y/n shared a panicked look with Thomas.

"Everyone follow Minho!" Newt yelled over the increasingly terrifying rumbling.

Y/n began running. The gladers around her did as well.. but it was hard. Vines were whipping them as they fell down. The rocks were bouncing around, trying to trip them.

Chuck was falling behind but y/n was as fast as him. The boys... and Teresa were so panicked they forgot about the two slowest gladers. And it only got worse when the maze walls started to fall apart.

A large stone nearly smashed y/n but she managed to throw herself out of the way. She lay there for a moment, watching a glader get hit in the head and never rise. A loud boom was heard: the walls were toppling.

And she guessed it was hopeless. Chuck turned the corner close by. Y/n was comforted by the fact she was the part of the few who would die. She could take a young and and hopeful gladers place.

She just wished she could have felt Minho's warmth again. Heard his voice. Said goodbye to all the gladers. Her beloved friends. She wished she could've-

With a split second decision y/n leaped forward with no regard to how she would land. The wall brushed against her feet and she slammed onto the ground. Just in time to cover her ears and shut her eyes, avoiding the blast of wind and dust and the deafening boom.

The ground was still shaking. Y/n gagged, feeling sick. Her limbs were shaky as she tried to rise. Her side was pulsing with pain and dust went down her throat.

Y/n coughed, but then felt someone grab her by the arms and pull her along. She forced her legs to work, stumbled for a bit, then was able to limp as fast as possible again.

Minho didn't let go, he looked ahead with determination. They turned one corner. The door was there.

Y/n coughed and lurched forward, nearly tripping over the door ledge. This time Minho was able to pull her by her shirt and wrap her arm around his shoulders.

They stumbled into the bright, large corridor. The ground wasn't shaking here anymore, but three grievers stood between the gathered gladers and their escape.

Y/n was covered in dust and still disoriented. Minho handed her over to Newt. He supported her with a hand across her stomach as she continued to cough and look around with dazed eyes. Minho looked at y/n to make sure she was alright.

Then he pushed to the front of the crowd, followed closely by y/n who had escaped Newts hold but was still unwell. They both approached the roaring grievers, their hearts beating in fear.

Newt grabbed y/n's hand but it was already gripping a knife. Minho looked back at the terrified teenagers behind him. When he saw y/n he grew pale and uncertain.

"Come on!" Y/n shouted and raised her hand in the air.

It wasn't a courageous speech or intimidating battle cry but it did the trick.

They surged forward towards the waiting grievers with escape on their minds.

A/n: thank you for reading, as always!!

- San-san❤️