#everyone reminds me of you sonehow

[petrichor-idyllic]

I'm out of ideas but I really need more of Minho. But here's another one: So female reader and Minho were running partners but also a oowerful couple that went throw a lot during the maze, the scorch and the death cure...but before they get to the Safe Haven reader sonehow gets seriously injured and ends up dying on Minho's arms and it's all angst and fluff.

Alright, damn, this is brutal.

Time to break some hearts I guess.

This is based on the Movies for simplicity's sake because I haven't read TDC in a long time and if I remember quickly, things get pretty messy at the end very fast. I'm pretty familiar with the first book because it's my favourite, but man, it's been a while with the others. I seriously need to pick them up again.

That being said, I am providing today, this is long. I mean, of course it is, I'm covering three movies here.

ALL YOU HAVE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some vague references to suggestive stuff, kinda depressing, you're dead bro, long.

You were the first thing Minho ever loved. Maybe he loved someone or something before the Maze, but he didn't care. He had you, and that was all that mattered.

From the day you showed up in the Box, shouting at anyone that would do as much as looked at you for too long, completely on edge but willing to stand your ground- Minho knew. He knew that you were going to be massive parts in one another's lives. Whether that be friends, enemies, rivals or lovers.

It didn't really matter; he just knew it would be strong. And it was. God, it was.

You meant the world to him. You were literally his everything.

So now, as the Last City burns around him, how is he meant to move forward as you bleed out in his arms?

His life before this moment- everything you've been through, flashes in front of his eyes.

He'll never forget the first time you spoke to him.

"I want to be a Runner."

It was early in the morning, far too early for the majority of the Glade to be classed as functioning people. Minho used to enjoy the mornings; it was one of the only moments where he could be in the Glade without being asked endless questions or being harassed. The downside of being popular I guess.

He didn't even hear you approach him. He was too busy focusing on the Doors, waiting for them to open as Ben stretched obnoxiously, like he was actually achieving something.

"What?" He turned around to face you, blankly blinking as his heart jumped into his throat.

You hadn't even said hello. Truth be told, you were nervous at the time. Everyone talked about Minho like he was some kind of God, but if you wanted to be out there, you had to talk to him. Alby thought you were crazy when you told him. But he couldn't blame you, it would serve as a break from the peering eyes and painful flirting.

And a much needed vice for your exceedingly growing pent-up energy.

"I said I want to be a Runner."

"You want to be a Runner?" Ben scoffed, butting in before Minho had so much as a chance to even process what was happing. "You sure you're up to it, girly? The Maze is no place for a lady."

You went to open your mouth to snap at the other boy, but Minho beat you to it.

"Slim it, Ben, do you have to be such a shuck-face all the damn time?"

You were shocked that someone actually defended you. And he defended you in a way that didn't also put you down or turn into a creepy comment.

"You want to be a Runner, eh?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it? I've already spoken to Alby about it." Minho scoffed at that. You were defensive and sharp, clearly not wanting to deal with anyone more than you had to.

"Alright, alright, what did Alby say?"

"He told me to ask you. Says you know more than he does."

Of course, that was the one time Alby let Minho actually call the shots.

"Uh," the sound of the Doors rumbling quickly reminded Minho of what he was there to do, "listen, we're full on Runners at the minute, but if anyone gets hurt or quits or some klunk, I'll come find you, okay?"

You weren't sure when you first started to crush on Minho, but you'd be lying if you weren't at least slightly excited to spend time with him. Especially after another Runner had enough and Minho kept his promise.

He was a good teacher. And a great Keeper.

You were the first person in a long time that Minho actually enjoyed teaching. You learnt quick, did as you were told and easily kept up. You had decent stamina and were curious to learn, but you occasionally cracked jokes and effortlessly kept up conversation with him.

You learnt fast that, despite it being his job, Minho did not like talking about the Maze. What he thinks it all means and where you were there and shit like that? He didn't want to hear it.

So, you spoke about other things.

You were eager to learn about him.

It always caught him off guard when you seemed genuinely interested in what his favourite colour was, or what he'd do if you were on the outside and he won the lottery, or what job he'd like to do if he weren't a Runner. It was... nice.

Minho had always been popular because of what he did, but someone being actually interested in him? That was almost unheard of.

You also cared about his life in the Glade. You were always there to lend an ear to his rants about Gally or even his frustrations about stunted progress.

And, to your surprise, he returned it.

You spent hours complaining about the other boys and how they'd hit on you, or how Alby didn't trust you to make your own choices.

Even once you'd finished your training, Minho made the executive decision to make you his running partner, and you definitely weren't complaining. It's kind of hard to spend that much time with someone and not gain some sort of connection with them.

The more time you spent together, the more you noticed Minho's irritation when someone else would hit on you, and you would spend dinner together. You could even be found hiding somewhere during Bonfire nights, chuckling amongst yourselves and having a bit too much to drink.

"Dude, are you fucking (Y/N)?" Minho nearly chocked on his food when Ben asked him that question.

"What? The shuck are you talkin' 'bout?"

You'd left to go take a shower and Ben had taken the opportunity to interrogate his friend.

"You guys are always together- I'm just picking up a vibe, bro. I can feel the tension between you shanks."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He did. Absolutely, he did. He spent so much time staring at you. You got back once on a particularly hot day, and you took your shirt off, leaving you in your sports bra. It wasn't like it was anything revealing, but that image kept Minho up for weeks.

"Hey, Newt," Ben called over the blond boy to add some more perspective, "do you think there's some sexual tension between Minho and (Y/N)?"

"Wha- Ben! Shut up, man!"

"Oh yeah," Newt snorted, "have you ever been in the same room as them? Bloody hell, you could cut the tension with a knife. You're a lucky shank, Minho- almost everyone here would love to be in your position."

Minho groaned, "You're looking too much into it- there's shuck all going on there. Slim it, both of ya."

Minho couldn't help noticing it after that. The way you'd look at him and the way you acted differently around him. Not only did he notice it, but he loved it.

The other boys were jealous of him and it was definitely a flex. But most importantly, he was seriously gaining feelings for you. Sure, he was a horny teenage boy and you thought about you in some more... intimate ways. But he also just liked being with you.

Things came ahead after you both had a brush in with a Griever. Honestly, the fact that both of you made it out alive without getting stung was a miracle.

And that was the first time you kissed him.

"Shuck me," he hissed, "that was close, too shuckin' close." Minho was doubled over, trying to catch his breath whilst you did the same.

You didn't respond to him. Your brain was moving at a million miles an hour- but all you could think about was what you'd do if you lost Minho.

"Hey? You okay?" Minho managed to ask once you'd both calmed down, in a much safer part of the Maze that was closer to the Glade. "You seem kind of-"

"Can I kiss you?" Minho froze completely- that was the last thing he was expecting. But he didn't hesitate.

"Yes." You stepped towards him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You became nervous for a second, halting yourself as your noses bumped. He closed the space, resulting in a peck, which very quickly turned into a heated kiss.

You and Minho didn't start officially dating for about a month after that. Sure, you'd have secret make-out sessions and you spent a lot of time in his hut together. Suspiciously so.

But it wasn't until another Glader tried to make a move on you did Minho come over and kiss you in the middle of a Bonfire. It shocked everyone and whilst you never really officially asked each other out- there wasn't much of a question.

You both started to refer to the other as boy/girlfriend after that anyway.

You spent pretty much all day, every day together, but you were also both protective over each other. Minho became your personal guard dog and people tended to leave Minho be if you were with him.

You were a fairly physical couple- your first "I love you" being whispered between bated breath and heated kisses, which led to both of your first times.

That was also a night that Minho holds fondly. Not because he'd actually lived to have sex, but because he had you. He'd never felt closer to anyone, and it was the first instance of real physical intimacy, and it just showed him how much you truly did love him.

He also loved just having a "normal" life with you in the Glade. It was almost homely, and you made him work harder and more determined to figure out the Maze so you could escape and live a happy life outside of the hellscape.

He probably fantasised more about owning a house with you than he did meeting his parents again.

Then Thomas showed up.

And shit hit the fan.

Once Minho and Alby went out into the Maze that day, and Thomas played saviour, something changed in the Maze.

Minho survived purely because he couldn't die without saying goodbye to you. He wasn't going to let that happen.

And he didn't.

"Minho!" He didn't even care that he'd dumped Alby onto Thomas, or how much pain he was in when he saw you running towards him.

You almost sent him flying as you dove into his arms, tears streaming down your face. "I thought you were dead, you shank."

"Hey," he soothed you, puking your face up to meet his, "I'm okay." He kissed you.

He kissed you like he'd never kissed you before, and he'd never kiss you again.

Things moved fast after that. You and Minho showed Thomas the ropes, using a key from that dead Griever to unlock a new area.

And before you knew it, you were free. Surely there was a brutally traumatising fight with the Grievers.

And Gally lost his mind and killed Chuck. You'd lost Alby, Zart, Chuck, Jeff and Gally- who had been speared by Minho.

It was a bittersweet day. One that you wouldn't be forgetting any time soon, but Minho had you. So, he knew he could pull though.

Then you got separated. Janson pulled you and Teresa away from the boys. They took Teresa somewhere else and shoved you into a room with a group of girls you didn't know.

So, you were beyond thrilled to reunite with them during meals. It was weird being surrounded by so many new people- and so many girls. But Minho didn't care. Why would he? He had you.

You weren't exactly shocked when Thomas attacked a guard and got everyone thrown back in their rooms. What you didn't expect was when the alarms went off less than an hour later.

And you knew you had to break out.

You waited patiently, a knife stole for protection hidden up your sleeve. The door swung open, revealing an armed guard doing room checks in light of the alarms blaring. You stabbed him through the mask, square in the face, kicking him in the groin and stealing the gun he held. Along with his key card.

You had to be fast, bolting through through corridors and trying to avoid getting caught. You didn't know why you were escaping, but Thomas seemed adamant that something bad was going on.

So when you skidded down a corridor, spotting your friends, boyfriend, and Teresa on the other side of a pane of glass, cornered, you obviously had to smash it. Slamming a chair against the window, you scared the shit out of everyone there, who were too busy trying to fight guards breaking into the room.

"Hi," you grinned. Minho's lopsided smile made your heart melt.

He'd been terrified something had happened to you. With Thomas being too hell-bent on finding Teresa and the group already having split up, he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to break away and save you.

But he didn't need to. You could save yourself.

Your escape to the Scorch was traumatic and feverish, escaping to a wolf in sheep's clothing abandoned mall that ended up being full of Cranks.

Minho did everything in his power to stay by your side during your escape- and through your rough time through the Scorch.

Realising Winston had gotten infected was another hard blow. Because it meant not all of you were immune.

But you had to keep going. You and Minho spent a lot of time with your hands tangled together, sleeping curled up on the sand, using Minho's arm as a pillow.

That was until Minho got hit by lightning.

"Minho!" You screeched, scrambling to your boyfriend with the help of Thomas. He was out cold- he body warm and limp as you dragged him into a nearby shelter.

"Oh my God, Minho!" He was dropped to the floor, you quickly on your knees, shaking his body as tears started to prick your eyes. "Minho! Wake up!"

"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing his face, "what happened?"

You blinked at him, exchanging glaces with Thomas, who seemed equally dumbfounded.

"You got struck by lightning," you stated, rather blunt.

"Oh."

Honestly, Brenda scared the shit out of all of you. You all blindly followed her, with little choice to do otherwise.

Minho held you close at all times, staring down anyone that so much looked at you wrong.

Once you met Jorge and Thomas decided he had a lot to say- you ended up strung up from the ceiling.

Some circus stunts were required to escape, and the whole thing is kind of a blur. Befriending Jorge and Brenda, only to lose Brenda and Thomas and find them the next day passed out in a random building.

Though, hopes of finding the Safe Haven kept Minho going. Just a little bit further, and he could have a happy life with you.

And you joined the other groups moving to the paradise pretty easily. There was a couple of bumps along the way, but you were all sitting around talking.

You even bumped into some of the girls from another Maze that you were dorming with, choosing to spend some time with them and letting the boys have their fun.

"I shuckin' knew it," Newt scoffed, dropping his head as Minho raised his eyebrow at him, exchanging a confused look with Thomas. The four boys ended up sitting on a higher ledge, away from the crowds. They'd had a rough few days- and with Brenda being bitten, Thomas had to play savior once again.

It was a much needed break.

"Knew what?" Minho dared to inquire.

"That you'd fall for her."

Minho snorted a laugh. "Slim it, alright? I don't need to hear this klunk again."

"Yeah, Newt," Frypan chimed in, "it was obvious- you ain't smart."

"It was not."

"Yes, it was."

"How obvious was it?" Thomas couldn't help but smirk, watching the normally confident boy grow red. "I wasn't there to see most of it."

"Well-"

"Enough!" Minho immediately silenced them, earning a round of chuckles.

"Gotta say, man," Frypan let out a satisfied sigh, his eyes landing on you as you spoke to Harriet, Sonya, and Aris. "You are one lucky shank. You managed to pull a girl like that? I don't know how you control yourself."

"Watch it," Minho warned him, and Fry feigned innocence, holding his hands up, but the smirk never left his lips.

"He's got a point," Minho punched Thomas in the arm, earning a stiffled laugh from Newt.

"Shut up, slinthead, you've got two girls all over you."

"I don't think that's- whatever. It's not the same. I don't have what you two have."

Minho fell into silence, making all the other boys look at each other, confusion clear on their faces.

"Yeah, well," Minho shrugged, "you're not gonna, are ya?"

"What do you mean?"

Minho took a second to compose himself, rubbing his face in his hands because he knew he'd be bullied for what he was going to say.

"Because I love her, dude," he awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, "I'm in love with her. She means the shuckin' world to me- and I know I sound like a damn sissy but you better not say klunk because it's the truth. I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with that girl- I just know I am." He paused, taking in his friends' expressions, which were a mix of pride and cringing.

"And I wouldn't want it any other way."

Then Teresa betrayed you all. Chaos destroyed the camp, lining you all up in preparation to force you onto the Berg. Thomas appeared, holding a bomb he'd stolen from Jorge, and was more than prepared to take this whole thing to the ground.

Minho looked at you, and watched in disbelief as you joined the boy. So, of course, Minho didn't hesitate to mimick your bravery.

He'd decided that if you couldn't live together, then at least you wouldn't get taken by WCKD. He wouldn't let it, and he would be with you I'm a sense.

Luckily, Brenda and Jorge came in clutch, giving you all an opportunity to escape.

Minho grabbed a gun, protecting everyone from the WCKD guards.

"Minho! Come on!" You shouted at your boyfriend, all of you shuffling behind him as you gained the upper hand.

Minho was always reckless when it came to protecting you, and this was no different.

"Get back! Go!" He shouted, but the victory was short-lived as he was hit with a Launcher. Seizing, his body fell to the floor.

"Minho!" You screeched, bolting forward, only to be stopped my Frypan as the guards picked up his unconscious form. "Minho!"

Your knees hit the floor as you watched them drag your soul mate away.

Minho doesn't like remembering the next part of his life. The torture. The pain. The experiments. He doubts he'll ever get over it.

But his thoughts of you pulled him through. He had to get back to you- he had to know you were okay.

It's all a complete blur of constant fear and pain now.

Minho knew he had to escape. One way or another, but that was hard when he was constantly in and out of consciousness. He did everything he could to escape, including attacking Teresa.

When the building went on lockdown and Minho wasn't fully sedated, he took the opportunity to escape.

You, on the other hand, had an interesting six months.

You'd completely changed in that time. You'd taken a Leader role along with Thomas and Vince. You and Thomas formed a plan to go save Minho, and Newt and Frypan ended up tagging along.

Finding out Gally was alive was a hell of a shock- but he proved himself useful and a plan was quickly set in motion.

Added problems of Newt being infected and having to remove chips from your necks made things harder. But if you could save Minho, get Newt a Flare buffer like you'd done for Brenda and could get to the Safe Haven- you might have been able to actually pull it off.

But, for a second, it didn't matter when you rounded that corner in WCKD's building and watched your boyfriend throw a guard through a window.

He stared at you, blinking for a second before you ran forward, throwing your arms around him as Minho grunted.

It only took Newt and Thomas a second to crash into the both of you, engulfing you into a group hug.

"Is this real?" Minho looked between you and your friends, and something about the question broke your heart.

You had to move pretty quickly after that, having no time for a proper reunion. You managed to escape after a daring stunt jumping through a window and Gally helped you escape again.

Much to Minho's complete confusion.

With the city falling around you all and Newt's growing infection rate, you really had no choice to run.

You, Minho and Gally ran to Brenda, retrieving the buffer to give to Newt. But it was too late.

Minho's knees hit the floor as Thomas disappeared into the flames. Newt's lifeless body was lay on the concrete, bulbous purple veins covering him, his eyes black and a knife sticking out of his chest.

Your hands came to Minho's shoulders, crouching behind him and wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to offer some sort of comfort.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you sighed, trying not to cry yourself, "but we need to leave- we can't stay here."

He looked at you, tears pooling in his eyes, he nodded.

You, Minho, Brenda, Frypan and Gally all started to make your way back to the Berg, desperately trying to get through the endless round of gunshots and brutality.

If Minho would have know that these would be his last moments with you, he probably wouldn't have taken the lead.

"Minho," you hiss, a sharp pain shotting through the front of your chest. You don't know where it came from and you're mere metres away from the Berg. But as you look down, blood pouring out of your chest and soaking your shirt, your body suddenly feels very weak.

Your boyfriend turns to face you, his face turn pale as he watches you stumble backwards. "No, no, no!" He rushes forward, managing time catch you before you hit the floor. "No, (Y/N) come one, stay with me."

"Minho," a coppery taste fills your mouth, coughing slightly as you reach up to touch his face. "I love you."

"No," he can't do this again. He can't lose you and Newt. He struggles, picking you up and hooking his arms under yours. "Frypan! Help me!"

The boy struggles to get to you, shielding himself as he grabs your legs. People scramble around you, pulling you onto the Berg and trying to avoid further injury, but it's no use.

"Someone, please do something!" Tears stream down his face. He's only just got you back- he can't lose you again.

You lightly touch his hand as Jorge and Vince shout something about having to find Thomas due to the revelation he's vanished.

But Minho doesn't care. How could he? The love of his life, the girl he spent all his time dreaming about marrying and having a life with, is dying in his arms.

"Please," he begs, "please don't leave me, (Y/N)," it's a hard scene to watch. Brenda and Frypan stand nearby, Brenda's hand covers her mouth, trying not to cry and Fry stoically watches on.

"I love you," he collapses on your chest, sobs shaking his entire body. He doesn't have the energy to even try to pretend to be tough anymore. He's been tortured for months and has lost his best friend and now is watching his girlfriend die in front of him.

"I love you.. too," your hand comes to his face once again, making him pull away and look at you. He presses his forehead to yours, tears hitting your now colourless face as the blood drains from your features.

As much as it hurts, you lean further up, taking all of your strength to brush your nose against his. He takes the hint and kisses you.

Your lips connect for one last time.

He pulls away, looking at you and you offer him a very weak smile. "You're gonna be okay, Minho. I know it. I love you."

"I love you, too," his voice breaks, staring at you as the life finally fades from your eyes, your breathing stills and your body falls limp.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" He shakes your corpse, his world crumbling around him as Frypan puts his hand on his shoulder, crouching down next to him.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Minho." He brings his arms around the deverstated boy and Minho embraces him as Brenda joins them both.

The three mourn together.

"We have to save Thomas before we move to the Safe Haven!" Vince shouts from the cockpit. "I'm sorry, but we need to."

It's all a blur to Minho- static in his head as he clings to the only friends he has present, hysterics completely taking over him.

You're gone. The first thing he ever loved- gone.

He knows he has to keep going, because that's what you would want him to do.

But right now, he lets himself break. You were all he had.

And you're gone.

This was absolutely brutal to write and I made myself sad lmao, but it was interesting to write something other than spice. Anyway, sorry if I made anyone upset but this is what you get when you ask for for angst.

I'm sorry.

Hope you enjoyed :)

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