12 | the one where it rained

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She was sitting on a medical chair, one of her little arms laying over the armrest, palm up. She looked around the white doctor room, wondering what she could be doing there. The door in front of her opened and in walked three doctors wearing white coats, one of them holding a clipboard and all of them wearing surgical masks.

''Subject A24,'' one of the two women spoke as she sat down on a chair on Y/n's right. ''I see you're ready already. We'll be quick.''

The second woman brought a syringe, while the man stood in front of Y/n's chair, taking notes. Y/n, upon noticing the syringe, gulped and felt tears prickle her eyes. ''I don't wanna . . .'' Y/n's voice sounded smaller, younger.

''It'll be put to good use, Y/n,'' the doctor sitting next to her, now holding a syringe, said. That didn't help Y/n's nerves. ''Remember, WICKED is good.''

Wicked is good.

Y/n woke up with a start again, sitting up in her bed and, without realizing, bumping her forehead with someone.

''Shucking hell.''

Wincing, Y/n touched over her numb forehead; opening her eyes, she noticed Minho sitting on her mattress in front of her, his eyes tightly closed.

''Minho? Shuck, sorry.''

''Holy klunk, I think you gave me a concussion.'' Minho rubbed his forehead one last time before opening his eyes to look at Y/n. ''You okay? You looked like you were having a nightmare.''

Y/n ran a hang through her hair. ''Not really a nightmare. I think it was another memory. And I found out I'm not really good around needles.''

Minho nodded. Despite his worry, he changed the topic. ''It's almost breakfast time.''

Looking down at her watch, Y/n realized he'd woken her up just a few minutes before her alarm would go off. ''Alright, let's go.''

There were a few clouds in the sky, but Minho and Y/n didn't let that bother them as they ran into the Maze with their lunches and waters. Once the doors had opened, they were off.

The more they ran the worse the weather got. Y/n looked up to see the sky had turned gray, then turned back to Minho. ''Do you think it's gonna rain?''

Minho looked up as well, shrugging. ''Looks like it. We should probably go back.''

As if the weather wasn't bad enough, as they turned around to run back to the Glade, they heard the dreadful mechanical sound of a Griever not too far away. Y/n's blood ran cold and Minho quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of him. ''C'mon, go, go, go!'' Minho whisper-yelled, trying to get as far away from the Griever as possible.

And then the rain started falling. The Griever was still on their tail and they couldn't bring it back to the Glade, so they had to run deeper into the Maze; just like last time, Y/n led them down to a different section.

''Take a left!'' Minho told her and she did as told.

The ground was getting wetter by the second and since her shoes were not created for running on slippery surfaces, she felt herself slip, her ankle bending in an odd way before she fell to her side.

''SHUCK!" Y/n yelled as clutched her leg, momentarily forgetting about the Griever chasing them. Her eyes widened when she heard the Griever shrieking, looking up at Minho who was looking back with a stern expression.

He looked down at her and quickly helped her stand. ''Come on, I know a shortcut.'' Minho threw one of her arms around his shoulder and quickly ran down two hallways before he stopped behind a corner, realizing Y/n couldn't go as quick as he expected.

The rain was loud, hopefully covering their loud breathing. Still, as Minho peaked over the corner, he still kept a hand over Y/n's mouth, who could only concentrate on the pain in her leg. With one eye, Minho saw the Griever continue down the way, missing the turn they'd taken. He let out a sigh of relief before turning back to Y/n. ''It's gone. We aren't too far from the Glade here.''

Y/n nodded, trying her best to jog alongside Minho, biting the inside of her lip as to not groan in pain. Minho ended up almost carrying her all way to the Glade. By the time they were back they were chilled to the bones.

''Clint, Jeff,'' Minho called once they got to the Homestead, causing the two Med-Jacks to shoot up to their feet. The rest of the Gladers were either laying on their hammocks or standing around, though now all of them were looking at the Runner-duo that had just arrived. ''Come with me.''

The three brought Y/n up to her room where they set her on the corner of her mattress so her pants wouldn't wet the bed as well. Thankfully, Clint and Jeff had some supplies on them so they were able to bandage her foot to restrict movement. ''No running for a week,'' Clint had said, causing Y/n to groan.

''It doesn't even hurt that bad,'' Y/n murmured, but yelped when Minho touched the bandaged foot to prove a point. She glared at him as Clint and Jeff left. ''Get out of here, slinthead, I need to change.''

''A thank you for bringing you back alive would be nice, you know.'' Minho raised an eyebrow, standing with his arms crossed and waiting.

''Just because I hurt my foot doesn't mean I can't kick your ass out.''

''Fine, fine.''

Minho was gone just long enough for her to change into dry clothes and to hang her wet ones on the single chair she had in her room. Then a knock was heard on the door. ''You decent?''

''No.'' Minho opened the door anyone and Y/n cocked an eyebrow. ''What if I really was naked?''

''Then I would've gotten a good view.'' Minho groaned when the pillow hit his face.

Y/n limped around the room, picking up her towel and wrapping it around her still wet hair. ''Why're you still walking around? Your leg won't get any better if you keep putting pressure on it.''

''Okay, Mom.'' Y/n didn't listen to Minho and walked to the other side of the room again, causing Minho to sigh. He quickly walked up to her, picked her up bridal-style and threw her on the mattress, causing her to yelp. ''The shuck? At least take me out to dinner first, Minho.''

Feeling his ears warming up, Minho sat down on the mattress and avoided her gaze. ''Shut up.''

Y/n quirked an eyebrow in amusement. ''What, you thought you're the only one who can flirt?''

''No, I'm just better at it.''

There was a knock on the door and Y/n told them to come in. ''You feelin' better?'' Newt asked as he entered the room.

''Now that the pressure's off, yeah,'' Y/n said as she bit into her sandwich - it was around lunch, so she and Minho decided to eat the food Frypan had prepared for them for the Maze.

''Yo, Newt,'' Minho spoke as he stood up to face the second-in-command. ''There was another Griever.''

''Another?'' Newt asked in surprise. ''I thought that was a one-time thing.''

''Apparently not. We managed to escape it, but I saw it - not properly because of the rain and the distance, but it's such a weird creature, I can't even describe it.''

Newt's eyes widened. ''This is rather alarming. You should tell the other Runners not to run by themselves anymore.'' Minho nodded at the suggestion.

''What could the Creators possibly want?'' Y/n wondered out-loud as she finished her sandwich. ''Are they trying to scare us?''

Newt nodded at her suggestion. ''That could be it. But it could also be something completely different. We should call a Keepers' meeting and discuss this. I don't have a good feeling.''

''Right now?'' Minho asked and Newt nodded. Sighing, Minho put his sandwich down and looked at Y/n. ''I'll be back soon. Don't you dare stand up until I come back.''

''What if I need to pee?''

''Hold it in until I come back.''

''How would you—'' Minho walked out before she could finish her question.

As Minho and Newt walked towards the stairs, Newt stopped and turned to face Minho. ''What's up with you and Y/n?''

''What's up with us?''

''You know what I'm talking about.'' Newt quirked an eyebrow, causing Minho to sigh.

''I dunno, I mean, we're close—''

''Close is an understatement.''

''Yeah, okay.'' Minho rolled his eyes. ''And, I dunno, I mean, I like hanging out with her, she's funny, she's pretty and . . . stop looking at me like that.''

Newt laughed before wrapping an arm around Minho's shoulder, bringing him down the stairs. ''Ah, Minho, have you fallen in love, mate?''

Minho looked at his shoes as he went down the last step of the stairs. ''That's . . . a big word, ain't it?''

''It is.'' Newt nodded. ''But is it true?''

Minho wasn't sure.

Y/n was bored out of her mind once Minho and Newt left. She couldn't really do anything, so she decided to try to sleep. And she did fall asleep for some time, but soon enough, the rain and cold weather caught up to her and she started to shiver, curling into herself to get more warmth.

In her half-asleep state, she heard the door open. ''Slinthead, why didn't you put your blanket on?'' Then a warm blanket was thrown over her, causing her to sigh in content. Turning on her other side, she opened her eyes and saw Minho sitting on the edge of the mattress and finishing his sandwich. ''Minho? Is the meeting over?''

''Why elshe wvould I bve here?'' Minho spoke with his mouth full before swallowing down.

The rain didn't stop for the rest of the day, which meant the only one who had to work was Frypan and one of the recent Greenies who'd become his assistant. The rest of the Gladers basically had a day off and Minho decided to spend it in Y/n's room to keep her company; the only time he went out was to fetch them dinner.

''I should probably go to bed,'' Minho said as he started getting up from the mattress - his leg had fallen asleep from the position he'd been sitting in.

''Nooooo,'' Y/n whined as she reached out and caught his wrist, almost falling off the bed. ''I'm gonna die of boredom here!''

Minho chuckled. ''I know I'm your savior, but I gotta run the Maze tomorrow, unlike some people.''

''Hey, it's not like it's my fault for getting hurt,'' Y/n said as she pulled on his wrist. ''C'mon, just stay here. You can sleep on the mattress as well, it's more comfortable than your hammock.''

Once again, Minho felt his ears warming up. Was she realizing what she was asking him? Did she think of this as inviting her friend for a sleepover or something else? Regardless, a mattress was definitely better than a hammock.

Reluctantly, Minho laid down on his side, using his arm as a pillow - he was used to that, so it was fine. They were laying face to face and so close that their arms were touching. Y/n opened her blanket, saying, ''We can share the blanket, too. It's gonna be cold tonight.''

''Are you sure?'' Minho asked and she nodded, so he scooted a tad bit closer to he can get under the blanket. As he did, his forearm touched her hands, causing him to wince. ''Shuck, woman, you're cold!''

Y/n rolled her eyes. ''It's almost as if I haven't been freezing the whole day.''

Minho bit the inside of his cheek; he was already in her bed, under her blanket and could literally feel her breath on his cheek. Now was the perfect time to be bold. ''Come here.'' He opened his arms, letting her nuzzle in his chest as he wrapped them around her, rubbing her back to try to warm her up quicker.

''How are you so warm?'' she asked as she tried to keep her cold palms from his chest, not to bother him.

''Dunno. You feeling warmer?''

''Yeah. Thanks, Minho.''

Minho looked out of the small window in her room as her breathing gradually slowed, showing she was sleeping. He thought back to his earlier conversation with Newt. He wasn't sure if what he felt towards Y/n was love - he can't remember to have been or to have loved. It was a foreign feeling, but he was starting to feel like Y/n would teach him that. With a small smile on his face, Minho closed his eyes as well, quickly falling asleep.

By the time Y/n woke up in the morning she was warm again and Minho was gone.


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