"Where are we going?"

A violent and unceasing rain swept on a large black van, driving on a mountain paved path. Ten Korean kids silently sat in the rear seats, with their hands neatly placed on their lap and a shiny black school bag on their back. Three children already asked that question more than once, but everything they got from the driver was a blunt 'You'll be alright.'

"I want to go home!" the youngest kid cried in Korean, but the driver instantly scolded him: " You can only speak English here." An older girl traduced him in a low tone, holding gently his hand. The boy kept crying, trying to wipe off his tears with the sleeve of his blue coat.

Between them there was a six year old girl, holding tightly a pink frog plush in her hands.

"June!" Minho called for her, waving the hammock to wake her up. No reaction.

The Runner snorted annoyed, crossing his arms on his chest. "June. C'mon June!" he tapped impatiently his foot on the ground.

"Yeah, go get the Greenie Minho. She should be already awake, Minho. Bring her here, Minho." The Glader imitated Alby's tone, lightly shaking the girl's shoulders. "No…" she muttered in a feeble voice, frowning in her sleep. The boy walked towards the door, without looking at her and barely hearing her mumbles "Oh great, you're awake! Good because Alby had t-"

A sudden pain attack flashed in her brain "It hurts!" she screamed violently, agitating herself in the hammock and clutching the blankets' folds in her hands. Minho turned his head, surprised, staring at the wriggling girl. "Hey!" he ran next to her, trying to hold her wrists as he realised what was happening to her. "June! Hey, wake up!" the guy yelled at the girl writhing in panic. "It hurts! It hurts so much!" June cried loudly, widening her eyes and grasping for air. Her head was pulsing as some little veins started appearing on her sweating forehead . The guy slowly got closer to her, keeping his hands raised.

June's POV:

"It's okay, I'm here" he said in a low tone, cautiously approaching the girl. The pain was progressively disappearing. She took deep, long breathes before shutting her eyes and pressing her head against Minho's chest; her fingers tightly held the edges of his dirty white jersey as she soaked it with her own tears.

She has had no answers since she arrived at the W.I.C.K.E.D. facility, ten years ago, and she still had no answers now that she was finally out of there; and that scared her more than everything. She lost many friends, fought many wars inside her head, struggled so many times to stay alive in that hell of a laboratory: she needed answers, she deserved answers. A single one or ten thousand ones, that was enough to show her that everything she suffered was worth something.

She remembered nothing but her permanence in a lot of different structures called 'W.I.C.K.E.D. Laboratories' with other eight children like her. Or subjects, as the doctors called them. But slowly…The children died, one after one, and no one could do anything to stop it. The first year an equipe of expert doctors started giving them proves or making tests on them. But not everyone could make it during the last, tenth year or the experimentation. Three children died of pain, 'Weak Minds' as the scientists called them, four died of distress, 'Proved Minds', the last one went mad, and they had to eliminate her; Incompatible Mind.

June found out these facts at her own cost, during the unpleasant crises that ran through her head and flashed disjointed information in a furious row. Patiently picking up the tiny dowels that remained from her brain and connecting them together one more time, she could finally remember that one small part of her past. She didn't want to get those memories back, though. They didn't matter anymore to her.

What really mattered, instead, was that in that moment she was pressing her head against the chest of a handsome Asian kid with strong arms and short, black hair; and it felt like home. He smelled like sweat, but also dust and fresh air, and that wasn't a really bad scent…No. Not at all.

Minho's POV:

He lowered his head so that he could give her a proper look, slowly sliding his fingers along her spine. She looked like an angel, a fallen and broken angel. Minho sighed briefly, before shaking that thought off his mind. What was he doing there, by the way? Oh shuck, he totally forgot it. Great, that was just great.

"I'm so confused…" June said in a whisper after she calmed down. The girl moved away and shyly hugged her knees to her chest, placing her forehead on them and remaining silent for a while. "It's normal." Minho said in a dry tone, almost sounding cold and harsh to a very-confused June. He was acting like if nothing had never happened between them. Well, nothing really happened, but those moments were seriously awkward for both of them, and he didn't want to raise any suspect or wrong expectation. He didn't want it, right?

Yeah, totally. He wasn't absolutely interested at the new greenie. Nope. No shucking way. He didn't even realize she existed until Alby sent him to take her. Who was she?

Okay those were some dumb-ass questions. He was obviously interested. Maybe it wasn't a good thing . But what was he supposed to do? Ignore her for the rest of her permanence in the Glade? Send her in the Maze and feed the grievers? What?

June kept staring at him in silence during his whole internal monologue, clearly expecting some words of consolation, probably an explanation. "It's…Uh. We should go. Alby wanted you to-"

"You're not going to tell me anything, aren't you?" the girl gave him a resigned look, bitterly incurving her bright lips and placing her hands on her womb. Minho sighed heavily, looking briefly around them to check if there was anyone listening, then got closer to June, locking his dark, brown eyes into her deep ones. "Look, it's fine. Stop worrying about everything, just give Alby some time to explain and you'll get all the answers you want. Calm down, okay? It's fine"

June kept her lips sealed and her head low, letting her black glossy hair cover her eyes and her concerned expression. Minho knew that she still didn't trust them, and that was totally normal, but they just couldn't go on that way. There had to be mutual trust between everyone in the Glade, but it seemed like the new Green Bean didn't get the concept, and that wasn't helpful.

"Okay just…" he scratched the back of his head, looking at the door. "Just get up and follow me." Minho gave up, giving her one last glance before leaning his shoulders on the jamb. He waited for a solid minute, then stepped out of the hut and turned to leave, but a feeble voice stopped him right as he placed his food on the ground. Three innocent, gentle, soft words that stopped that Asian kid from going out of the room and leaving her alone, swinging in that hammock in total confusion and loss.

"I trust you."

Author's Note:

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