Minho, Newt, and Thomas imagines

Minho~ Torturous Thoughts

Warning: anxiety in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

Let's get something straight. I abhor running. No, that's not a strong enough word. I hate running. Now that's better. I absolutely despise everything about it. How my heart feels like it's about to explode out of my chest, how my legs feel like dead weight, and especially how embarrassing it is for people to actually see me run.

Don't ask me how I hooked up with Minho, Keeper of the Runners. Maybe it's the fact that I didn't tell him about my hatred for running? I know what you're thinking. Secrets aren't good in a relationship. Here's another fact about me: I have anxiety. I literally worry about everything! Minho doesn't know that either and I plan to keep it that way.

"Hey, Y/n," Minho calls jogging up to me. I quickly slam my journal shut and grin up at him innocently. I've mastered that look. I push all of my anxiety to the back of my mind and simply drown in is gorgeous brown eyes.

"Hi Minho," I reply placing my journal beside me. "How was the run?"

"Eh. Same old, same old. Nothing new," he answers, sitting beside me.

I get a quick flash of anxiety. What if we never get out of here? What if we're trapped here forever?

"You alright, Y/n? You got awfully quiet," Minho asks looking down at me.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine Minho. Just lost in my thoughts." It wasn't a complete lie.

He grins mischievously at me. "Would you like to go on a run really quick before dinner? You burn carbs more quickly after you run so you can eat more without it hurting anything."

I fight back another wave of anxiety. Does he think I'm fat?

"U-m sure," I respond fumbling a bit.

"Really?" Minho asks grinning.

"Whatever you want, babe," I say placing my mask in place. Can't let him see...

"Sweet! Do you need to change?"

"N-no." Curse stumbling!

Minho frowns at me. "Are you sure you're alright? You look nervous."

"I just don't like running in front of people," I respond quietly, looking away.

"Hey, it's alright. We can run along the wall behind the woods," Minho encourages me.

"Alright," I say pushing away my fear. What could go wrong?

•••••••

Apparently a lot can go wrong. I tripped over three logs, got a calf cramp, and almost ran into a tree.

"Minho," I gasp. "I can't... keep *puff* up." I stumble and fall down onto the soft grass. I groan.

Minho just laughs and jogs back towards me. "You're doing great!"

"Don't lie. I'm like a flubber fish on land!" I exclaim as I dramatically flinging my arm across my face.

Minho sighs and helps me up. "If you don't want to run we can head back. I only thought we could spend some time together."

"Let's head back," I practically cut him off in my excitement to get out of this wretched leg magic.

Once he pulls me up we walk back towards the meadhall and doubts assail my consciousness. Should I have stuck it out and ran with him? Does he hate me now?

"Minho," I start, "I absolutely love spending time with you, I just like sticking closer to the glade."

"It's alright, Y/n. I understand," Minho reassures me.