Newt
|| Escaped the Maze
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as you ran back into the glade, thomas and minho hot on your heels, your legs nearly gave out under you, your lungs burning, and your heart pounding. behind you, the both boys were panting, thomas leaning on one of the maze walls to catch his breath while minho sipped from his canteen.
"okay," minho began, voice still breathless, "map room, now."
"not fair," thomas whined, and was about to complain even more, but with the look that minho gave him in return, he chose to shut his mouth instead.
"come on," minho called out, already jogging in the direction of the map room, where you, the runners, spent most of your time after returning from the maze. you'd map the maze for hours there, write down and adjust the maps if you noticed anything new/something you haven't noticed before, study the maps and look for a pattern and such - things you were all very familiar with at this point.
thomas plopped down on one of the chairs while minho rummaged through the cabinets, searching for the papers you used to make the maps. well, draw them.
he placed them on the table, sat down, and with that, you began to write down everything that you noticed during today's run.
a few hours went by, during which you discussed whether or not there was a pattern. you came to a conclusion; that you were all way too tired to be dealing with stuff like this. so, minho suggested for you to take a break, and thomas immediately made a beeline for the showers, leaving you alone with him.
you leaned back in your chair, and minho, albeit unconsciously, mirrored your action.
|| Escaped the Maze
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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ | ❝trust is a fragile thing.❞
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“That my best friend”
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