Fine On My Own (Minho x Reader)

Simulations

It had been a few days. In those few days, Minho underestimated the damage that could be done to a person, especially himself.

Y/N was brought into one of the labs a few times a day to have blood taken. Each time, she passed the room Minho and a few other boys were being held in. Every single time she passed by, he banged on the door relentlessly and screamed at the top of his lungs. But, she never heard him. Each day, he watched as she became weaker and more defenceless. He knew he looked the same, but he didn't care. He could be seconds away from death and all he'd still care about would be her.

The procedures Minho was put into were nothing like the one's Y/N had. His were psychological. Each day, multiple times a day, he was thrown into a simulation. They were so vivd that Minho could never be sure what was reality and what wasn't. The simulation he was just about to be thrown into was seemingly stronger and more realistic than the rest.

"Y/N..." He whispered carefully, walking down an empty, echoey hallway. A whisp of hair caught his attention and he chased after it. Corner after corner he rounded, just like back in the maze until the figure he was chasing stopped dead in their tracks. Without a doubt, it was Y/N. But her shoulders were hunched and breathing was hitched. Minho approached carefully, the flickering incandescent lights overhead distorting his vision.

"It's ok, it's me..." He sounded again, reaching his hand out.

The next thing he knew, his hand was in Y/N's grasp, being tugged violently. Her face was distorted, eyes cloudy and dark. She had no voice, only cackled screeches and the gnashing of barred teeth. Her hair was a mangled mess and the veins under her skin were black and swollen.

"Y/N!!" Minho screamed, tears falling from his eyes. He tried to run but her grasp was too tight. With time, her nails began to dig into his skin, drawing blood. She slashed at him with a piece of glass in her other hand and kicked at him with her feet. Despite everything, Minho couldn't force himself to fight back. He just couldn't fight her. So, he let the girl slash and cut at him while her screaming face was just inches from his.

Very few things scared Minho. But this simulation made his heart stop beating. Never in his life, if he survived long enough to get out, would he be able to sleep without seeing her face like this. He'd never forget the pain of glass slicing his skin or the sting in his veins of true horror and heartbreak.

Luckily for Minho, this was indeed a simulation because he jolted awake. The simulation made him become sick on the spot, but it hardly mattered because there were doctors all around him to clean up the area before they threw him into a different simulation.

By this point, Minho had completely lost himself. In the simulations, he was healthy and seeming like himself. But, once they were shut down, he felt like death. He could hardly move or think on his own, confined to his bed between tests. He'd nearly forgotten about Y/N, and would have if it weren't for the simulations to remind him.

In his room, Minho stared at the ceiling without a single thought in his mind because he was too exhausted. What rattled him, though, was the sound of guns. Firearms were prohibited on this level of the building because 'no subjects lives could bet at risk.' Yet, the firing got louder and glass shattered outside of his door. Sirens began to wail and Minho knew something wasn't right.

Thomas and Newt fired their weapons at anything that moved, pushing back guards while Gally went off on his own to search the endless maze of rooms for familiar faces.

"MINHO!" Thomas shouted out desperately.

Minho heard it. He knew he wasn't in a simulation because nothing was trying to kill him yet. He was being rescued.