𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨ʚଓ𝐀𝟕

You were a Runner, and the only girl who shared that dangerous task with Minho in the Glade. However, he had never been particularly kind to you. He always seemed irritated by your presence and never missed an opportunity to show it.

During your last run through the Maze, you suffered serious injuries. The others took you to the Healers' cabin, where Jeff and Clint tended to your wounds before leaving to gather supplies.

Hours later, you began to regain consciousness. Your whole body ached, and you could barely move. When you opened your eyes, you found Minho standing beside your bed, his arms tense and his expression furious.

—Minho... —you murmured, your voice weak.

He didn't answer. Instead, he moved roughly closer, grabbed your neck, and pushed you down onto the mattress, cutting off your breathing. The movement sent a sharp pain through you, and you barely had the strength to react.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she spat, looking at you with a rage you'd never seen so clearly. "Did you want them to find you dead in there?"

His jaw tightened as he watched you, without taking his hand away.

—You're supposed to be a racer! You need to know when to quit!

His tone was cruel, but there was something strange in his gaze, a tension that didn't quite fit with his usual contempt. Minho seemed furious, though it wasn't clear whether it was because of your recklessness or because of the fear he felt seeing you return in that state.