Brenda turned out the be the girls name, and she ushered the Gladers to a man named Jorge. After the short introduction, it wasn't long before the Gladers found themselves in yet another precarious situation. They all hung by their feet in a cold, dark room, unable to see just how far the ground below them was. It could be a couple or a hundred feet—the fact was, no one knew, and that was a problem.

Everyone hung in silence, awaiting any kind of stirring. At some point, someone had to come along, whether that be for better or worse. But, of course, there was one person who refused to stay unmoving like the rest.

Y/N fought with the rope around her feet, kicking and thrashing, trying to reach up with her hands. She knew her efforts were futile, but what else was there to do? Just sit and wait? She wasn't giving up.

"Would you stop moving around so much?" Minho seethed in aggravation. He wasn't angry because of the noise she was creating, he was irritated because her efforts proved how strong and unwavering she was. Something that he, as the leader, should be showing but wasn't.

"Well at least I'm doing something, Minho." She hissed back, still fighting against gravity.

"It's useless." He sighed.

Y/N muttered something inaudible under her breath before relaxing and letting her body hang like the rest. "What was the first rule you told me about being a runner? Never stop running?"

Minho stifled a laugh. "We're not running, shebean, we're hanging."

"You get what I mean!" She bellowed. "Never stop running. Never stop trying."

"We're not runners anymore," He scolded. "It doesn't mean anything anymore."

Minho had no clue what had gotten into him because the moment he let the words pass his lips, he regretted it. Of course it still mattered. But after the slip up he had earlier, practically confessing to her in front of everyone, he had to cover it up some how. He didn't want everyone knowing how much he liked her. However, his attempt to cover up his feelings made him say just about the stupidest thing he could. He flat out told her to give up, that she was wrong, that her ideas meant nothing.

Thomas tried to intervene but Newt put a finger to his mouth, warning Thomas from coming between them. The room was dead silent. Newt knew it was the calm before the storm. In the faint light, he could almost see the fumes radiating off of the girl.

"You--" She fired with a horrifyingly low voice. She was furious. Anyone who knew Y/N knew better than to push her to her breaking point. But, Minho had done it. "Maybe you did change for the worse and I just didn't see it until now."

Frustrated, Y/N fought harder to somehow get herself out of this situation. When she tried, whoever was in charge of keeping watch decided it would be a great time to scare them all by lowering them further down. In an instant, the group had all dropped a few feet, their stomachs in their throats, before their decent stopped. Y/N had managed to grab hold of the rope around her ankles but the sudden force of the unexpected drop sent her swaying backwards into the dead air, everyone in the room once again silent. Only the sound of Minho muttering beneath his breath audible.

Y/N's body was sent swaying after the drop, having fallen back to hanging completely upside down after just having grabbed the rope at her feet. All her progress had been erased. She swung straight toward Minho.

Luckily, or maybe not, he was paying attention and managed to catch her. He held her against him and for a moment froze. Then, before she could react, Minho had his lips pressed firmly against hers.

What surprised Minho was that it felt normal, like it wasn't the first time it happened. There was a small flicker of familiarity in his memory that he knew was real, he just couldn't grasp it.

He let out a soft breath and opened his eyes to meet hers, wide, full of disbelief. "What the shuck Minho—"

Minho smiled coyly. Guess his plans to stop everyone from thinking he really did like her failed. "In case you haven't gotten it into your little brain, I like you. "

"Well aren't you just fantastic at showing it." Y/N muttered.

"Ha! I knew it!" Thomas cried out happily like he'd discovered something rare.

"We all did, Tommy." Newt crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Minho's just always been in denial about it."

"Have not!" Minho pouted.

Newt laughed in a amusement. "Minho you spent three hours hitting yourself in the face with a plate a week after she arrived screaming 'I DON'T LIKE HER I WON'T—'"

"OK!" Minho shouted. "That's enough."

"That long?" Y/N struggled around to look at Minho.

"He was in denial even before the maze." Teresa added in with a slight laugh. She too, just like Y/N had some memories from before the maze, but had never really brought them up. Now probably wasn't the best time. 

Minho looked to Y/N and squinted. "Why do I feel like inseparable was an understatement?" He whispered. "Anything else you remember that you happened to forget to mention?"

Y/N shied her eyes away and luckily, before she was forced to explain, Jorge came into the dark room spinning his cane in his hands. Truth was, she and Minho had been more than just inseparable. The were best friends, able to understand one another better than anyone else could. They had accepted and cared for each other despite their flaws and mistakes in the awful environment that was the WICKED facility. No matter what, they stood at each others side.

"Hey, buff dude, let the poor girl go before you suffocate her." Jorge suggested, standing at the edge of the pit with a devious smile on his face. Minho let Y/N go, but sent her a surefire look that said 'assuming we don't die, we need to talk later.'