Let's go see this. It turned out that when I left the theater I almost ran into the bookstore to actually read more. //The book sold out well (hmmmm)

So it became that I had to satisfy my needs by default (haha).

P.S. First time getting married. If there is a mistake anywhere, I apologize.

P.S. The characters here may have some distorted personalities. I apologize.

Thomas x Minho

Where is this?

The young man was dazed and confused by the loud noise from the delivery elevator that moved up at such a speed that he staggered. Eventually, his face crashed into a nearby wooden crate.

Chrome!!!!!

"Oh....Y........"

His voice barely left his throat. It feels like a dry plant that lacks moisture from water. Blood was flowing inside his mouth because he accidentally bit into it when he hit a wooden crate, giving an unpleasant taste to his throat. The smell of blood made the boy start to regain consciousness. His eyes looked around. Crates and other items were scattered around him. The elevator continued to move upwards.

Where is he?.....

Kung Kung Kung Kung Kung

"help"

Each word that came out of his mouth was so difficult. Feeling like swallowing a needle. His stomach began to contract until he wanted to vomit out the stomach contents. young boy lying down Both hands clutched his stomach in pain.

Torture....

I can't even remember the name...

What crazy thing is this?.......

tight!!!!!!!

gulp!!!??? The young man's back hit the metal floor as the elevator suddenly stopped. Next was the sound of the elevator door opening.

All of a sudden

The light outside was so bright that he had to raise his hand to block it. As his eyes adjusted, he saw the silhouettes of many people staring down at him. The sound of cheering grew louder and louder.

"Look at all that."

"Like putting on a shirt."

Plenty? limply? What language are they? The young boy raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

“Come on, be quiet, everyone.” The light-blond-haired youth clapped his hands to remain calm. called the young man across from the elevator entrance.

"Gully, you go down and get those new faces out of the box."

“You don't have to give me orders, Newt!!!” The boy named Gally pouted, looking displeased, but opened the door of the box on top of the so-called rookie's head and jumped down in front of him. Until the person who was still dazed was startled by someone suddenly pulling him up.

"Day One, Newbie"

Then he was snatched up to face the truth...

Many young men of many nationalities Both small and large people stood around him like he was a strange creature. Some reached out and poked him. Some stood and laughed. That made him unable to endure these atmospheres.

He must escape!!!

"Hey, look at that newbie!!"

"Run so fast!!!"

"Hey, we found a runner!!"

A young boy ran up and down in panic and confusion. A runner? He repeated those words in his mind before slowly glancing at the youths who were talking about things he didn't know before.

Phew!!!!!??

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm

His body slammed into the body of a dark-skinned boy, causing him to fall with a loud thud. The other party, after being hit, became angry and stormed towards him and immediately pulled up his shirt collar.

"Hey, this guy has a scarred face. Do you want to be friends and play with worms in the ground?!?”

Wow, it looks like this isn't going to end easily. The young boy frowned because his collar was pulled.

"Hey Alby, what's going on? Please calm down." A voice suddenly sounded behind the person named Alby. His appearance was that of a young Asian boy with raven black hair, and he looked tired, probably from running after his friend.

“Well, this new guy ran up to me. Didn't you look at the horse's eyes?" Alby grunted. The hand that was gripping the collar of the boy's shirt relaxed. Oh, what's my misfortune today? He bemoaned his fate.

"Come on, this new guy is so scared that he's wearing his pants." He said jokingly, causing the young man to ask what a "wrap" was.

"As you please. Take a good look at this new guy, Minho.”

Alby finished speaking and threw him down until his back and head hit the grass again. Oh...............

.........Mus.......

Thomas!!......

"Wow, you really are a vindictive person, Piak Alby. Hey Piakmai, can you get up?" Minho turned to ask while the young man who fell on his butt was stuck in his sockets and looked like the world was ending.

"Thomas...."

"Huh??......." This time Minho exclaimed in confusion.

"I remember....my name is Thomas!!!" This time Thomas shouted out in excitement. Minho acts like he's seen a ghost.

"Hey, I hit my head on the top of the grass a bit and I can't even remember my name. Haha." He laughed with delight. Thomas frowned.

Oh, let's laugh. He shook his head slowly. When Minho stopped laughing, he reached out his hand to the other person.

“Give me your hand, Thomas. Welcome to the fields,” Minho said in a gentle tone.

Thomas looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. The afternoon sun shone on Minho's back, along with the smile he sent and extended his hand to him again.

...It felt like a painting he had never seen before...

Like........"Angel".....

"hello? I'm sorry, I don't know if Mr. Thomas is on the line right now or not.” Minho gestured to hold the phone in one hand. His other hand waved in front of Thomas' face.

Oh, what are we thinking?! He slapped his forehead in thought before reaching out his hand to the other person.

"Thank you Minho" after helping Thomas get up. Minho immediately excused himself and ran towards the house. Minoh looked like he was as tall as him.

Oh, it's crazy cute. Thomas secretly smiled inwardly.

"Definitely Hun. What are you looking at, new kid?" Suddenly, a blond-haired boy who Thomas guessed was Newt appeared next to him. "Wha!?"

"Hey, don't be alarmed. My name is Newt. Nice to meet you." Newt extended his hand to shake hands in greeting.

“My name is Thomas,” he replied. “I see what you were looking at just now.” Newt gave him a mischievous look that Thomas swallowed.

What do you know? I know if you're following Minho or not. Bad luck....

"You........want to be a runner!!" Thomas almost bit his tongue. I still don't know what a runner is.

".....Uh, a runner??? " He repeated. Newt shielded his mouth like a boss. "Oh, I thought Minho told you already. We've been talking for a long time."

What are you talking about, father? Thomas shook his head tiredly. Newt cleared his throat once before starting to tell.

"This is a field. We all have our own rules and duties. Over there is a maze." He pointed towards a large door several meters away.

And of course the rule of thumb is Don't leave the field. Strictly forbidden to enter. Otherwise, you will definitely be banished. And the only people who have the right to enter are runners, do you understand???" Newt raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Is there something in the maze?” Thomas couldn't help but wonder. Newt let out a breath, as if bored by the question.

"We call it sorrow."

..................Thomas still looked puzzled.

“No one has ever seen him, but he certainly has. The doors of the maze are closed every evening and opened every morning. The runner's job is to run in and explore the maze and then come out before the gate closes to make a map."

"What about grief?"

“It mostly comes out at night. There isn't much during the day. That's all right. But we're not allowed to be runners, newbies. To be a runner, you must pass a test from Minho.” Newt pointed at Thomas as a warning.

Minho is a runner?.... Thomas stopped thinking.

“Dammit, I'm getting hungry. Now we'd better go rob Frypan's kitchen. Come quickly, Thomas." With that, Newt walked ahead immediately. Leaving Thomas lost in his thoughts.

For some reason, when he thought of Minho's face His heart began to beat strangely. The hands that touched each other then felt warm. A gentle face immediately appeared in his mind. Look, Thomas thought. Very cute........

"Hey Thomas!!" Newt called out causing him to turn around and look.

“I say, if you really want to be a runner, You should find the motivation to know what you're running for and who you're running for first. I'm just saying this. You'll figure it out for yourself." Newt laughed mysteriously. "Oh, Minho's in the kitchen too." He said that and immediately walked away.

Damn it........ Newt found out, Thomas thought.

"um!!! Then I'll follow you!!!"

Thomas shouted and immediately ran to the kitchen. He smiled a little. Run to find Minho...

.....Run to find his inspiration.....

//Thank you for reading up to here. If there is anything wrong, please feel free to criticize. in order to be corrected