Minho

Minho returned from another run through the maze, tired and annoyed, but still focused. He noticed the girl standing at the edge of the Clearing. It had been a month since she had appeared, and in that time, her relationship with Minho had only gotten worse. Despite her efforts to work and fit in, her independence and personality continued to irritate him. Every conversation they had ended in conflict, and it seemed like she was not going to stop.

Minho walked up, his gaze as cold as always.

"Are you failing again?" he muttered, noticing how she was heavily dragging the basket of plants.

You turned around, your eyes flashing.

"I can handle it, you don't have to tell me," she replied, gritting her teeth. "We don't all sit around waiting for others to do the work for us."

Minho smirked, not looking away.

• Don't overdo it if you want to stay here. This is no place for heroes.

You took a step forward, their faces were almost touching.

• Maybe you should stop acting so superior, huh? Everyone here knows that all you do is run around the maze and don't see anything around you.

Minho winced slightly, but didn't back down.

• I do what I have to do to survive. And you don't seem to understand that this is no place for quarrels.

You looked at him defiantly.

• Maybe you're right, but I definitely can't get along with people like you.

Minho was silent for a moment, studying her carefully, and then, almost unexpectedly, asked:

• Are you sure you want to continue like this?