the one where they're runners | minho x fem!reader ✔️

34 | the one where she was on edge

She couldn't help but bite on her nails despite how dirty her hands were. They were walking through a town, or whatever was left out of it. There were people around, some acting normal and some like they were on the verge of loosing their mind. As Y/n made eye contact with one such person, he lunged at her in the distance, she couldn't help but shuffle closed to Minho and hold his hand even tighter.

Thomas and Brenda never made it out of the explosion. Despite that, Jorge seemed convinced they were still alive. Y/n wasn't sure if she should let her hopes get too high, but knowing Thomas and his wild luck, he had most likely cheated death again.

''So we're going to see your friend Marcus, you said?'' Newt spoke as he limped next to Jorge, the two of them in the front of the group.

''That bastard's not my friend,'' Jorge immediately retorted, keeping his gaze ahead. ''But he can be a useful source of information. Brenda and Thomas should be there, too. We're almost there.''

The closer they got, the louder the music became. It felt weird, hearing music in real life. She couldn't remember the last time she'd listened to actual music. There were many people hanging outside the loud building, wearing very extravagant clothes.

''Is this what a club is like?'' asked Y/n as they were almost at the entrance of the building.

''This is no club you'd want to enter, believe me, hermana,'' Jorge spoke from the front before he stopped and turned around to face the group. ''We'll split up and look for Marcus. He's blond and annoying, you'll recognize him when you see him. Don't drink anything anyone offers you, got it?''

Everyone nodded and split up. It was cramped as Minho and Y/n tried to navigate their way through, looking around but finding nothing but teenagers. A sudden gunshot rang through Y/n's ears, causing her to jump slightly. It was followed by cheers. She didn't want to find out what had happened.

''You see him anywhere?'' Minho yelled over the music and Y/n shook her head.

''He should be around here somewhere—'' She huffed as someone bumped into her, causing her to let go of Minho's hand. She looked at the guy with her eyes furrowed. ''Watch where you're going, slinthead.''

''Oh? Aren't you feeling a little warm in that jacket of yours?'' the boy spoke confidently, getting closer to her face. Y/n could smell his breath — the odor of a corpse hit her nose and she almost gagged. ''Let me help you take it off.''

Y/n took a step back. ''Stay the fuck away from me,'' she said as she put a hand on her thigh — there was a knife strapped there, one she'd found in the building she'd landed in after they escaped WICKED.

''Ah, you're feisty, I see,'' the boy said as he took a step closer again. His eyes moved wildly around her face and his veins were dark and prominent. He was sick. ''I love them when they're feisty.''

He took another step closer and Y/n took her knife out, quickly putting it in front of the boy's neck. His breath hitched and she got closer to his face herself this time, his crazy eyes fixating on hers. ''Stay the fuck away from me or I'll slice your throat and put an end to your misery quicker.'' She took her knife away and put it back in its holster. The boy gasped for breath and Y/n noticed a small red line on his neck just before he covered it with his hand.

''You're one crazy bitch,'' the boy said as he walked backwards, quickly blending back with the crowd.

''Y/n!'' She looked to the other said and noticed Minho appeared in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders. ''You okay?''

''Fine. Did they find Marcus?'' asked Y/n, taking one of his hands that was on her shoulder and bringing it down to hang between them.

''Yeah, Jorge's got him apprehended. Newt found Thomas and Brenda, too, but they're passed out. Apparently Marcus gave them something that got them drunk.''