*You work for WICKED but after spending years watching Minho, you start to fall for him; when he comes into contact with a Griever one day, you interfere.*
You watched the two screens you were in charge of and typed away codes to control the Maze and the weather. That’s what you were put in charge of. Keep it sunny, and control the Maze. Pretty simple, right? Not really. Not if you were in love with someone who put his life at risk everyday, doing something you had complete control over. That was, except for the very restrictive rules you were expected to follow. The rules were made very clear, especially since you were the youngest worker here, and you had “overflowing hormones.”
“They know about WICKED.” you heard someone say one day and you felt a pang of sadness overcome you. Especially when you heard Minho saying awful things about the people who worked for “WCKD.”
It was another exciting day for you. You loved coming in and watching Minho’s muscular body move as he ran swiftly through the Maze. But you also hated it. You hated working for WICKED. But it was your only chance of surviving the Flare. You knew you were protected under the roof of the awful company. You had no one left. Minho was the closest thing you had to anything nice.
“Shit.” you muttered as you saw the red light flash on your screen.
“This isn’t supposed to happen.” you said louder and a few of the workers turned their heads towards you.
“What’s going on?” one of them asked and you began to panic.
“One of the ‘Grievers’ got out. That’s not supposed to happen.” you said, furiously trying to find the glitch.
“Who cares, just let the kid deal with it. That’s part of the whole plan, remember, Y/N?” she said and walked away, but you could see a few of your colleagues keeping an eye on you, watching you to see what you would do.
“But he’s one of our top candidates.” you said forcing a seriousness to your tone. You didn’t give a crap about candidates and the cure. You just wanted Minho to be okay.
“Don’t. Interfere.” you heard but kept on searching for the Griever with the glitch. You spotted it a few seconds later and changed the screen so that you had eyes on both the Griever and the boy. You watched as the Griever got closer to Minho, and your hands shook. You couldn’t just sit there and pretend that you weren’t in love with the boy you could kill or save with a press of a button.
“Shuck!” you heard Minho yell as he came face to face with the Griever. That was it. You heard his voice in despair and you knew you couldn’t watch this all go downhill. You didn’t care what WICKED did to you for helping him. He can’t leave this world like this.
You pressed the button just as the Griever crashed into Minho. You heard the whirring of the machine monster stop and watched as you breathed heavily. He was alive. You knew he was because the computer data told you he was. And you hated that too. You wished you could feel him alive, breathing, his heart beating.
“Y/N!” you heard and you turned around. It was your boss.
“What did you do?” he asked and you furrowed your eyebrows.
“The right thing.”
You watched as he woke up and read the note.
“I’m here to help. A friend from WICKED.” you watched as he conversed with the others, trying to figure out who wrote the note and what it meant. You felt tears fill up your eyes as you whispered goodbye to the two screens you had stared at for years. It was your turn now. You’ll never remember anything about Minho or anything you felt for him.
Your eyes met the boy’s and he smiled at you slightly before his face returned to a serious one. He was taller than you by a few inches and was super muscular and sweaty, but you instantly felt attracted to him. You wondered who he was and what his story was in this place they call the Glade.
“Girl Greenie. Nice to meet you; I’m Minho, Keeper of the Runners.”