Minho

Waking up on a glade with about 20 other boys, not beeing able to recall any specific memory apart of how the world worked, and finding out you were in the middle of a damn maze, wasnt easy.

For no one.

The first few days were confusing, boys hiding in corners, crying and looking completely lost. Others exploring the place, trying to make sense out of it. It took a few weeks until some sort of routine settled in. Different jobs, like Slicer, Builder or Baggers got invited, trying to make the best out of the situation.

For Minho though, it was always clear that he wanted to be inside the maze. He was strangely drawn by it, and soon, he became the keeper of the runners. He was dedicated to his job, doing everything possible to get himself and his friends out of there.

But the thing that stuck out was he knew you. He couldn't point out where or how, but he did. He figured he'd known you before the Maze. It wasn't uncommon for Gladers to say they recognise people, like when you know someone's face but can't figure out where from.

Once the new Greenie came up after a month, Minho realised he was jealous. You were nurturing yet forward and the Greenie clung to you like there was no tomorrow.

When you became a Med-jack, there was a string of "injured" Gladers who were very disappointed when they ended up getting treated by one of the boys. The medical hut had never been so busy.

But this was different. He knew you, like actually knew you. He hadn't spoken a word to you, yet he could make some pretty accurate guesses about you. All of which ended up not being that far off.

That was when the dreams started.

Heated breath against his neck. His fingers bruising your waist. Unholy noises that filled his hut. Feelings he had never experienced before.The dreams would vary. Some were loving and filled with sweet nothings and slow, caring intimacy. Others were rough; more forceful. Full of passion and greediness as need would consume him whole.

He'd always wake up the same, though. Flustered and frustrated and having to get up to work before he could deal with himself. It was definitely starting to cause a problem in rising sexual frustration.

He didn't really get it before. The other Gladers were always complaining about how horny they were. Typical teenage hormones. But Minho had always been too preoccupied to even think about it. His goal was freedom and survival. And now a girl he had never even spoken to was making him go feral.

This went on for weeks. Newt picked up on the change and he was the first to figure out why. He told Minho to talk to you but at this point, Minho couldn't bring himself to. What would he even say? How would he even interact with you like a normal human being after he'd had you in every position in his head?

He started actually liking going out into the Maze. The Maze was when he got to be alone. The breeze blowing through his hair, his mind occupied with keeping track of his path and an ironic sense of freedom. And he was a safe distance from his nagging friend.

That was until he got injured... Nothing major, just a rolled ankle and a few scratches and cuts. He wanted to ignore it at first, secretly dreading to go to the med-Jacks and seeing you there, hell, interacting with you...

But Newt picked up on his injuries, forcing him to getting checked up.