Minho-A7

You still found it hard to trust Thomas. Since he'd arrived in the Glade, everything had changed too fast. Ben and Alby were dead, and Teresa had shown up after three years without anyone else. Now Thomas was claiming to have found a way out of the Maze, as if escaping were that simple.

But you and Minho knew every corner of that place. You'd walked its halls countless times, risking your lives day after day, and you'd never found a way out. Why should you believe a kid who'd only been there a few days?

Even so, the group had decided to try. Thomas, Teresa, Newt, Chuck, Minho, and you were preparing to leave the Glade and discover what lay beyond those walls.

While the others discussed the final details, you excused yourself to go fetch some water. You needed a few minutes to think, away from Thomas's voices and ideas.

However, as soon as you walked away, you heard footsteps behind you.

"Where are you going?" Minho asked.

Before you could answer, he gently grasped your wrist, forcing you to stop. His gaze locked onto yours, that mocking expression so characteristic of him, though there was something more behind it.

"What's wrong? Are you going to switch sides now?" he murmured, leaning slightly toward you. "Are you going to trust Thomas after everything that happened?"

Minho let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away. He knew you too well to believe you'd simply gone to get some water.

"Come on, talk to me," she insisted, lowering her voice slightly. "I know something's bothering you. You don't have to pretend to agree with everything just because everyone else does."