Hello, all readers.

As per the name

It started when we saw the movie Maze Runner.

And I'm impressed by Minho Thomas' comment.

When I went to look for a good kid's fic. We haven't found anyone who wrote this pair yet.

So we responded to Neat and dressed it up ourselves. It's food for the needy ladies who want to be happy with this couple.

It took Wright two hours to decorate while watching the ping pong championship. Have fun.

Let's comment too.

Behind the maze

Pairing : Minho x Thomas

From : maze runner

“Thomas, hurry up!!”

I shouted at the top of my lungs like a little child. Feeling like your heart is beating so hard it's about to burst out of your chest. along with the unbelievable image in front of him that just happened a few seconds ago.

I'm Minho.

Labyrinth exploration team leader

I watched as the image of Thomas running through the moving walls became narrower and narrower until they fit him. Everything is like slow motion. His hair flew in the opposite direction from where he was running. The slender legs ran as fast as they could, with the monster we called Griever following close behind.

Everything is so close The walls that are about to close together Both the Greavers who chased Thomas It made me unable to keep my eyes open.

“Thomasssssss.”

My body was frozen and held in fear in every part. My heart beats with the fear of opening my eyes. But before I could do anything The sound of the wall closing was followed by a loud clanking sound, like bones breaking or something. It felt frightening and creepy enough to make me think. 'Is anyone dead?' came up.

With that question...I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was the remains of the Griever. Because it was a mysterious angel of death that took the lives of everyone who saw it, leaving no one.

Survived and came back to tell. This made it the first time I saw it clearly.

The Griever I saw now was a mess, not even the original shape of the monster that had chased Thomas and me remained. Its condition was like a spider that had been crushed and flattened by a door, except it was much larger and had its innards and viscous green alien slime flowing out.

I looked at the scene in front of me with a feeling of disgust.

But there is more pride mixed in....

Thomas...the person I called just now is safe and not injured. It sounded like a fairytale that he had only been in this camp for less than a month, but he had managed to survive this much. I'll be honest, I'm speechless. But sometimes I wonder if he is brave. Or is it going berserk?

Thomas didn't say anything. He just stood there, panting, looking at the work. The body of the Griever he killed himself. His blue-gray long-sleeved shirt was covered in dirt just like me. He blew air out of his mouth, relieved and satisfied at the same time, then turned to look at me. I looked at him and answered.

“Run quickly. Newbie." I smiled and patted his shoulder gently. “Are you interested in becoming a runner?”

“Call me Thomas.” Thomas shook his head and smiled before walking on his hips and looking at me as if wanting to repeat his thoughts.

“And I hope that when you invited me.. you weren't joking.”

I rolled my eyes in his direction as if of course. We laughed together before I looked up at the night sky and looked around. A sky-high concrete wall filled with thick, dark green leafy weeds. This place is filled with the smell of cement, challenge, and death.

Must struggle....

But the more I struggled, the more it squeezed.

I felt hopeless.

Someone from the camp once told me that no one has ever survived a night in the maze...

When Thomas and I felt like we were dead..

Do I have to die here like that?..

Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

I turned towards the strange sound and saw Thomas climbing up the wall.

“Hey,” I called out loud enough to get him to turn around before opening my arms and wrinkling my eyebrows. "What are you doing?"

“I just don't want to…” He trailed off as he focused on the vine he clung to and climbed up before continuing, “I don't want to.

Suspicious of Greavers when they sleep.

When he finished speaking, he continued to climb.

All I can say is that this guy is really strange.

I don't know how much time has passed or if it's almost morning yet.

Thomas and I sat at the top of the maze wall.

An awkward silence reigned between us for a long time until...

“Minho”

“Huh??”

Thomas stared at me for a moment before continuing. "Alby..will he be okay?"

I bit my lip when I heard that question. Of course I was as worried about Alby as Thomas was about him. But I'm not sure what the current situation is.

“I hope he's okay.”

Thomas let out a small snort of air before shrugging his shoulders as if that was it. I looked at him again. His searching eyes looked towards the sky. It is full of curiosity and full of energy and enthusiasm.

I don't know why..but he gives me hope...

Maybe..we can escape from here tomorrow.

“Here..Thomas.”

“Free Minho.”

“If we don't survive from here tomorrow...”

I gave him room to think before continuing, “If today was the last day of your life, what would you do?”

Thomas chuckled before shaking his head and patting my shoulder. He looked into my eyes and smiled slightly.

“We must die,” he said with a smile.

A smile where enthusiasm kills all fear...

“But not tomorrow.”

His small hand gently squeezed my shoulder, as if comforting and arousing at the same time.

The two of us looked at each other again. I have a feeling it will be different from every time before. I realized that I had looked at his face for too long, but I kept looking at him like that. Even though this isn't the first time we've looked at each other But I've never seen his face this close before. I slowly looked down at his face..

Why are this man's eyes so attractive?

Why was his skin so white and smooth?

Why was his angel's body so strong?

“Minho?”

Minho's voice woke me up into a trance of addiction, causing me to flinch.

“Ah..ha..huh?”

“Are you okay?

“Oh..um..I'm okay.”

Chak building..Tak building...

Damn it..why is it so hot..

I squinted to look at Thomas. He started to think, like, are you sure you're okay? I tried to ignore the heat on my face and the feeling of embarrassment and smiled, slapping his upper arm hard.

“Oh!” Toman shouted, frowning in pain. I looked at him in shock. Both hands floated in the air but couldn't do anything. And then I realized that I had escaped the Griever in the first place by leaving him there. Maybe something could happen to him.

"Hey..I'm sorry..are you in a lot of pain?" I gently grabbed his upper arm and rubbed it gently. Looking at his face to see if he was okay or not.

“Um..just a little..never mind.” He smiled before trying to pull his arm away from me but I was able to hold him back.

"Come on..Can't you just be stubborn, Thomas?" I stared at his face, rebuking him in a stern voice before looking down at his upper arm again, "...Let's see if there's something wrong with it.. .”

“Come on Minho..I'm okay...!!”

Thomas squirmed before he was released from my grip. His body was so disfigured that he fell backwards and almost fell off the wall. I saw this and hurriedly slid up to receive him in my arms in the pose of a prince supporting a princess, narrowly missing. Our eyes meet in the same place as our bodies.

The first strange feeling rose up in my chest again..but it was much stronger than before.

My heart was beating so fast and hard that it was hard for me to breathe.

The harder Thomas pressed against me like this, the harder it got.

What's wrong with me?

“Thanks, Minho,” Thomas smiled as he slowly turned his body around, away from the edge of the concrete wall. He tried to pull away from me but failed. That made him look up at me again before smiling like I was a little child.

"What's wrong with you, Minho? You can let me go."

“Thomas”

“What?” He raised his head. It was right when our jumoks collided. I felt his warm breath on my face. My hand on his waist automatically turned into a tight hug.

I don't know why I did it..I just did it...

“Thomas..I don't know what this feeling is or what to do about it.”

“But I won't take it anymore.”

With those words, I slowly leaned down and pressed my lips to the figure in front of me. A giddy feeling rose in his chest as blood pumped frantically throughout his body. I felt myself lose consciousness for a moment before I realized what I had done. I pulled away before seeing Thomas' face, who looked quite shocked at what I had done. Makes me feel

That I've done something stupid...

“Thomas..I'm sorry..it's me..uh..like..”

Before I could finish saying anything Thomas kissed my lips back. The heat made my hair more oily than before, so I increased the intensity of his kisses. A thin arm wrapped around my neck as I pulled his body closer to me again. His warm little hands held my face. I stopped kissing him and pulled away slightly, placing my hand on his.

“Promise me, Minho,” he whispered, “Promise me that tomorrow we will go back to everyone together.”

I used my thumb to caress his face and smiled faintly. "Um..I promise..Thomas."

The two of us kissed again. It's been so long that I don't know how long we've been living like this. From softness gradually became heavy and gradually increased in heat. I pulled away from his lips and began to caress down the white folds of his neck. The only sound I heard was Thomas calling my name in a careless voice.

His hands slowly pushed me down onto the concrete floor and straddled me. That small hand slowly undid my belt and his small body bent down to whisper in my ear,

"Don't abandon me, Mr. Lead Runner."

You probably know...what we'll do from now on.

Now I don't care if I can get out of this maze or not.

Because now I have him

As long as he and everyone are still here..

I have nothing to fear anymore..

If you don't leave me..I won't leave you anywhere..Thomas

finish...

Free

“Minho”

“Minho!!!”

A sound similar to someone crying came from inside the maze, which shocked Chuck. A chubby, curly-haired boy who was Thomas's friend woke up in the middle of the night. The first time he heard it, he was sure it must be Thomas's voice. Thinking so, he hurriedly nudged Newt. The golden-haired youth, the deputy camp leader, immediately lay next to him.

“Newt!! I'm in a cry from the maze It must be Thomas. Wake up, Newt, wake up!!”

"What the fuck, Chuck?" Newt sat up and looked.

“I heard a cry from the maze calling Minho. It must definitely be Thomas. That means Minho might be safe too.”

"You're deaf, Chuck. You'd better get some sleep. You'll have to get up early tomorrow."

Newt cut him off immediately before laying Tus down and rolling over to the other side. Clearly seeing this, he sighed softly before looking at the maze again. He knew very well what the fate of the people he went to in the central maze were.

But he was sure that the voice he heard was definitely Thomas's.

Maybe Tomas and Minho will be able to come back alive tomorrow.

Chuck smiled at the small glimmer of hope in his heart before lying down in the silence of the night grass.

But I don't know....in the maze it won't be quiet until morning -///-

The End

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