The Maze Runner Imagines

Minho [3]

If he had to deny it until the day he died, he would.

Minho, of all of the Gladers, never expected to find himself falling for the only girl in their midst. He hated it. There was no way of stopping his thoughts from wandering to her. Being constantly distracted while traversing the Scorch was the last thing he needed, and so he had to divert his focus.

Minho knew he was strong-willed. So, he figured with enough persistence, he could convince himself of anything. Even hating the girl he'd fallen so hard for. It had to be easy, right? Just start being believing that he hated her, and with time, he really would. Easy.

"Minho, can you and Y/N go get some more firewood?" Newt pleaded as he desperately tended to the flames before him, trying to keep them alive. Even sheltered by the old, torn apart cargo ship, the wind still found it's way to them, trying to blow out the flames they'd started. Newt knew he could trust the former runners to get some firewood and not disappear on him.

"C'mon." Y/N stood despite her tired aching bones, offering a hand out to Minho.

The keeper of the runners smacked Y/N's hand away and jumped up himself. "Don't touch me."

Y/N furrowed her brows and looked to Newt who simply rolled his eyes. It wasn't abnormal for Minho to be grouchy, but he never acted like that towards her. Newt knew of Minho's little secret ever since Y/N practically showed up in the box, but his actions told Newt something was wrong. Then again, the Scorch could drive the best of people mad, so he brushed it off.

"Y/N, hurry up!" Minho complained as he stood waiting for the girl to scavenge a couple more pieces of wood.

Y/N sighed and gave up, walking towards him. "Yes, your highness."

The girl expected a witty response to be fired back immediately, but she was only met with Minho's stone cold expression. His gaze made her freeze in place, afraid to move closer.

"You think this is a joke?" He snapped, stepping closer and towering over his fellow runner.

"What the shuck? No—" Y/N stammered. "What's gotten into you?"

Minho remained standing over her. "Nothing." He sneered, turning on his heel and walking off briskly. A deep sigh left the girl, not really knowing what was happening. She tried to shake it off and followed behind her friend, hoping that by tomorrow he'd be alright.

To her dismay, he wasn't back to normal by the next day. He wouldn't look at her, talk to her, or ever walk with her like he used to. The air was devoid of his witty remarks, something which everyone took notice to. A few of the boys tried to confront him, but Minho just pushed them away. He wasn't talking for anything.

The first words they got out of him was a gruff "uggh" after Thomas explained he'd just been struck by lightning. But even then, after being struck down by a bolt of electricity, he still had the energy to push Y/N away as she tried to tend to his wounds.

"Minho, let her help!" Newt warned the runner that still didn't want to listen.

"I don't need her help!" He retaliated and pushed her back. Y/N raised her arms in defence and stood, backing away.

"Don't come crying when you lose your leg from infection, asshole." Y/N muttered harshly as she moved on to one of the other boys who was injured.

Newt and Thomas both looked to the runner angrily, arms crossed. It wasn't like Minho to be acting like this, especially towards her.

"Look, shuckface. No one is happy to be here right now. But stop acting like this. You're supposed to be our leader." Newt slowly began to raise his voice as he lowered closer to Minho. "Or is there something more going on here than meets the eye?"

Minho's heart skipped a beat. He'd nearly forgotten that Newt knew. There was nothing else he could do but turn his eyes away from the blonde and stand up and begin to scan their new surroundings.

It wasn't long before the Gladers found themselves in yet another precarious situation. They all hung by their feet in a cold, dark room, unable to see just how far the ground below them was. It could be a couple or a hundred feet—the fact was, no one knew, and that was a problem.

Everyone hung in silence, awaiting any kind of stirring. At some point, someone had to come along, whether that be for better or worse. But, of course, there was one person who refused to stay unmoving like the rest.

Y/N fought with the rope around her feet, kicking and thrashing, trying to reach up with her hands. She knew her efforts were futile, but what else was there to do? Just sit and wait? She wasn't giving up.

"Would you stop moving around so much?" Minho seethed in aggravation. He wasn't angry because of the noise she was creating, he was irritated because her efforts proved how strong and unwavering she was. Something that he, as the leader, should be showing but wasn't.

"Well at least I'm doing something, Minho." She hissed back, still fighting against gravity.

"It's useless." He sighed.

Y/N muttered something inaudible under her breath before relaxing and letting her body hang like the rest. "Hey, let me as yousomething, Minho. What was the first rule you told me about being a runner? Never stop running?"

Minho stifled a laugh. "We're not running, we're hanging."

"You get what I mean!" She bellowed. "Never stop running. Never stop trying."

"We're not runners anymore, Y/N! Get that into your shuck brain!" He scolded. "You were hardly one to begin with."

The moment he let the words pass his lips, he regretted it. She was the best runner there was, and he knew it. But trying to conceal his overwhelming obsession with the girl made him say just about the stupidest thing he could.

Thomas tried to intervene but Newt put a finger to his mouth, warning Thomas from coming between them. The room was dead silent. Newt knew it was the calm before the storm. In the faint light, he could almost see the fumes radiating off of the girl.

"You son of a bitch." She fired with a horrifyingly low voice. She was furious. Anyone who knew Y/N knew better than to push her to her breaking point. But, Minho had done it.

Like a crack of lightning, Y/N's fist hissed through the air straight into Minho's face. The impact sent her swaying backwards into the dead air, everyone in the room once again silent. Only the sound of Minho whimpering and swearing beneath his breath audible.

Y/N hadn't planned for the repercussions her impact would have. Her limp body went swaying back in the direction from it once came, with twice as much force, straight towards Minho.

Luckily, or maybe not, he was paying attention and wrapped his strong arms around her body, holding her against him. Before she could react, Minho had his lips pressed firmly against hers.

He let out a soft breath and opened his eyes to meet hers, wide, full of disbelief. "What the shuck—I thought you hated me—"

Minho shook his head. "I don't hate you shuckface, I like you."

"Well aren't you just fantastic at showing it." Y/N muttered.

"Shut up."

"Good thing I like you too because otherwise there would be a elbow lodged between your ribs right now." Y/N asserted strongly. He knew she wasn't joking.

Minho smiled smugly. There was no denying that this is why he'd fallen for her.