Minho

You walked out of the card room, irritably wiping your hands on your pants. Your thoughts were jumbled—yet another conversation about Thomas was getting on your nerves. You heard footsteps behind you—even, confident, familiar. Minho. He caught up with you quickly, as if he knew where you were headed.

• I don't trust this greenhorn. "He's our chance to get out of here," Minho replied calmly, but with that steely edge that always appeared when he believed in someone or something completely. You turned, glancing over your shoulder at him. "Well, yeah, of course." He chuckled and stepped closer. Now there was less than a meter between you. — You bet? We'll find a way out before you know it. He leaned a little closer, resting his hand on the wall next to your shoulder — Let's say a kiss. For a second, you just looked at him, not believing he was serious. Then you slowly smiled, narrowing your eyes in response. — For the exit? Yes, please. Only a couple of days passed. Two figures appeared from the darkness of the tunnel—Thomas and Minho
• What are you talking about? "We found a way out! With the Griever thing," Thomas exhaled, beaming with joy. Minho walked beside him, silent. Only the corners of his lips twitched in that same smug smirk. He leaned slightly toward you, not looking directly, and said quietly, almost inaudibly. — You keep your promises, princess? After the Vice, much changed. You tried to stay away from him; too many things reminded you of him—that evening, that argument, that look. But fate seemed to be laughing at you. The abandoned supermarket smelled of dust, rust, and fatigue. You were standing by the shelf, sorting through canned goods, when you heard footsteps behind you. — I thought you weren't the type to break promises. You turned around sharply, your heart jumping.
• Oh my God, Minho, don't scare me like that! He was standing almost right next to me "Don't run away from me," he said, taking a step closer. The distance between you was gone now. Minho looked you straight in the eyes, not looking away. His hand slowly rose, almost touching your cheek, but stopped a centimeter away. That same centimeter that separated words from actions.

Minho is a stubborn, brave, and witty runner. He's used to relying only on himself, but he'll go to the end for his people. After the Labyrinth, he became tougher, but around you, he's his usual self again—the one who jokes, argues, and defends without words. If Minho promises something, he'll keep it—even at the cost of his own life.