Y/N was on her way back from a couple of gruelling hours in the map room with Thomas when thunder began to roll overhead. A few icy cold raindrops landed on her skin, so she simply ran a little quicker towards the homestead to retrieve her discarded dinner.

"Hey, Y/N." Alby threw himself down into a chair across the table from the girl. She looked up to meet his eyes with a mouthful of food. "There's a storm rolling in. Do you mind sharing a room with Minho?"

Y/N held her finger up for a moment as she finished chewing her food before she began her protest. "Can't I share with Newt? Or Winston for that matter? Minho's insufferable."

"Newt's sharing with Chuck and Thomas. Winston is with Clint and Jeff." Alby shook his head.

"Gally?" Y/N scrunched her shoulders and took in a sharp breath through her teeth. Gally wasn't her first choice by any means, but at least he wouldn't wake her up in the middle of the night by holding his stinky socks to her nose.

He once again shut down her request. "He's taken a couple of the builders."

"Ah," Y/N grumbled. "Fine. See you in the morning, Alby!" She smiled and waved him off kindly, despite having to stay with Minho.

Y/N knocked on Minho's door. It'd be nice if he was already asleep and she could climb into the opposite side of the bed, but she doubted that would be the case.

Footsteps thundered across the floor just like the sky outside was and the door flung open at a rapid speed. There, stood a shirtless Minho with raised eyebrows.

It took a moment for his mind to process. When it finally did, he nearly jumped through the roof and tried to cover his upper body with his arms, which completely failed. "WAH! Y/N?!"

The girl stifled a laugh and pushed past Minho, jumping onto his bed. "Roomie." She nodded towards him.

Minho blinked a few times and swallowed hard, arms still crossed over his chest. "Who made this decision?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked to him, unimpressed. "Alby. You really wanna question his decision?"

"Right now, yeah. Yeah I do." He stormed out of the room and thunked down the stairs step by step. Y/N laughed to herself and fell back in the bed. Minho would go have his spat with Alby, then come back defeated and lay down. It was like this every time they had to share a room. After he'd complain, throw his fit and then pester Y/N late into the night, he'd finally pass out from exhaustion.

"Alby, what the shuck?"

"Hmm?" The leader turned his head to Minho, crossed his arms and smirked.

Minho's jaw dropped. "You planned this. You shuck—"

"Planned what? I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugged.

Shifting his weight and clenching his jaw, Minho was about to kick something. "Y/N. You put Y/N in my room. Again."

"What's the big deal? You're both runners, talk about the maze. All of the other rooms are full. And, of course, you like—"

"WOAH! Woahwoahwoah." Minho lunged forwards and put his hands over Alby's mouth, refusing to let go until the leader surrendered and promised to not finish what he was about to say.

"No." The runner pointed an accusatory finger at Alby. "No. Okay? No."

"Hear that, Zart?" Alby leaned over to the keeper of the gardens. "Minho doesn't like her."

"Pffffft, as if." The blonde boy snickered, crossing his arms.

"What!" Minho cried out, wishing Zart would help defend him. "Zart the fart, c'mon man! You know me!"

"I also see you come back from the maze everyday. With Y/N. Dude, it's so obvious." He was just being honest.

"Hey—" Alby snickered. "You think we should tell Winston she's fair game? He's had a thing for her for a long time."

"Ay!" Minho snapped. "Don't tell him that klunk! She's nobody's game. Alright?"

Zart rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe how badly Minho was in denial.

"Go to bed, Minho." Alby got up from his chair and shooed Minho up the stairs. The runner kicked and smacked at his leader, but he was no match. Soon, he found himself back at his room. Y/N was still there. Why did he expect otherwise?

Stumbling into the room and shutting the door far louder than she should have, Minho immediately went to put a clean shirt on. In no way did he want to spend more time than he already had shirtless in front of Y/N. Around the girl, it was safe to say his confidence and ego took a dive bomb.

"Wow, big ruckus you stirred up down there." Y/N teased.

"Yeah yeah. Move over," Minho motioned his hands in the air, eyebrows raised.

Y/N stayed put, refusing to move over.

Minho grunted and shoved her legs, making her nearly roll over. However, she held her ground better than Minho had anticipated. "Seriously. I'll throw you off the bed if you keep this klunk up." The runner warned.

Y/N smiled mischievously. "I'd like to see you try."

"Fine." Minho said sharply. Within seconds, he had pried the girl off of the bed despite the fight she put up and was holding her in the air. "You brought this on yourself shuckfa—"

"WOAH!" Minho hollered as Y/N struggled against his grip more violently than he'd expected, causing him to lose his balance. Y/N didn't seem to catch the cue that he was losing his footing and going down, so she continued to fight him.

Sure enough, Minho tripped over his own foot as he tried to steady himself, sending both of the Gladers careering toward the floor.

The first thing Minho felt was a pain radiating in his right wrist and his knees. He'd landed on the floor hard, and in doing so, somehow saved Y/N from the same fate. In his left arm, he held her up against his chest, just inches away from the floor.

Beneath him, Y/N was wide eyed and letting out quick breaths. Her eyes were locked right on Minho's, shocked and a little intimidated.

"You okay?" Y/N asked as she scrambled out of his tight grasp and making her way to sit across from Minho on the floor. Not only did he look distressed, but he seemed to be at war with himself.

"No." Minho glanced up, eyes turbulent yet soft and genuine. If you asked Y/N it sort of looked like Minho had been struck by a bullet. Something in his mind had switched. "I'm sick of wasting time."

Y/N raised her brow, trying to figure out what was going on with Minho. "Wasting time...how?"

"Not being honest." He mumbled quietly, running his hand over his bruised legs.

"About what? You're not making any sense."

Minho took a deep breath and gave way. He accepted the fact that they were trapped in a stone box surrounded by an inescapable maze. The amount of time left he had to live was undetermined and so was Y/N's. What was the point of harbouring such a secret when the future was so bleak and hopeless? "No one is going to love you more than I do. I'm tired of having to chase boys off and lie about how I can't get your shuck face out of my head when I'm running."

"Minho—" Y/N couldn't force any other words out.

"You happy?" He seethed in embarrassment. "I said it. And let me tell you, Winston has been the biggest pain in my ass trying to intercept him anytime he tries to go for you."

Y/N couldn't help but break out in laughter. Minho eyed her in confusion. Why was she laughing at him?

"You've been trying to stop any of the boys from making a move." Y/N took in a deep breath, stopping herself from laughing anymore. "You really didn't need to do that."

"Uh, yeah I did! Otherwise you'd be skipping around with Winston or Newt!" Minho threw his arms in the air, seething.

Y/N scooted forward and put her hands on his shoulders, shaking him back and forth. "No. You. Didn't."

"Whhhhhhhy?" Minho groaned. He didn't understand Y/N and never would, especially right now.

Y/N smiled a little mischievously. "Because I like you too, Minho."

The boy's face began to burn and he forgot how to breathe for a moment. "Oh. Okay. I didn't expect that."

"Yeah," Y/N scoffed. "Neither did I. You of all people." She got up and jumped onto the bed.

"Hey!" Minho barked. "You're lucky to have me in your life! I'm a god!" He followed after the girl, striding for the bed and leaping, accidentally crushing the girl as he misjudged how far his jump would take him.