The Maze Runner Imagines

I'm Only Relatively Romantic When I'm Drunk//Minho

Prompt: You have feelings for Minho and are torn between wanting to tell him and not, for the sake of your friendship. But one night you get drunk around the bonfire, and you may or may not let it slip...  

Somehow you're awake when the sun starts to rise, freshly showered and a belly full of breakfast. This isn't a regular thing you do, but you heard Minho's banter from outside your window in the early morning and couldn't get back to sleep, and of course you had to let him know that his voice is too loud and that he should be more respectful of other people. He only shrugged you off with a whatever.

"Aw how cute, look at you with your little Runner backpack! It's like your first day at school!" You tease, not even trying to keep the smile off your face. You grin widely at him, teeth and all.

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah."

"Oh," You say sadly in an over-dramatic tone, "No witty comeback? I know how much you love banter in the morning!"

"Why did you have to wake up?" He throws back at you, with a slight groan. You only smile wider.

"There's my boy! Your brain working now?"

"Ha-ha." He walks passed you, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and flicks you across the bridge of your nose. "See you later, shank."

"Don't be late this time, you know how we hate latecomers!"

Thomas laughs at the both of you, "Just get married already."

"Slim it." Minho says playfully, his voice echoing in the distance as he walks into the Maze. You watch as he disappears around the corner, a sudden disappointment filling your heart. Sometimes you wish Minho was around more often, the only time you get to spend with him is before the Maze and after. Sometimes it's okay and sometimes it's not. But you try to push the feeling away, it's not like he feels the same.

Although your day was absolute crap, because of working with those Builders, you soon feel rather happy and almost giddy as Minho returns from his Maze adventures. You can see the stress in his eyes however, the way his shoulders slump from a long day of running.

"Hey pal, rough day?" You ask cautiously, not wanting to get an absolute smack down from his words. You know how he is when he's stressed.

"I guess you could say that." He doesn't make eye contact, he just keeps walking. One step after another. So you stop him in his tracks and engulf his smelly sweaty body with your arms. You feel him tense at first but he soon relaxes with the familiarity of your intimacy. He leans his forehead into the crook of your neck and you keep a hand over the back of his head.

"I don't know what it's like out there, but I do know it's a piece of klunk. And I don't know how it feels to get up every day and spend almost every second inside those walls –but I do know one thing. You're the bravest person I know, and the strongest. I could never go in there and do what you do every single day."

Minho lifts his head, his eyesight shifting every now and then from your eyes to your lips to his hands over yours. "But I never come back with anything. At all."

"Maybe you don't, but you will. You know that right? No one here is a better Runner than you Minho. No one." You squeeze his hand and then take his backpack off his shoulders, "How about you go have a nice hot shower and eat some dinner? I'll meet you by the bonfire or something."

"Alright... thanks, Y/N."

"No problem, Minny."

He immediately frowns, "What did I say about that nickname?"

You roll your eyes playfully, "That it should never ever be said aloud ever again."

He nods, "Right."