Maze Runner Imagines

Request #2

A/N: Another request in from @somenerdyone , or Julie, with a pretty cool idea of a Minho imagine. I was excited to make this when I first read it. Hope you like it, Julie!

The endless confusion left me baffled once again as I paced back and forth. The room was fairly simple, with colorless walls, a table and one chair. I wouldn't take a seat, or let down my guard in any way possible. Although my heart rate fastened when a strange man in a white coat appeared in the miserable room, I kept telling myself that I had led a group of about 50 girls through the maze. The Maze- by the very thought of it I shuddered. But I was always the fearless leader, I couldn't let my courageous spirit fade now. He pulled out a Manila folder, slid out a small stack of papers and cleared his throat. "Julie. Group B. The Leader." I rubbed the back of my neck, where the others had discovered the tattoo of those same words. I wish I had clearly focused on what else the man had to say, because I had no clue what was going on when I woke up the next day in a room by myself.

It was another bleak room with nothing but a bunk bed, a small table, and two doors. One led to the bathroom, and the other led outside the room, or so I assumed. My theories were confirmed when the door was kicked to the ground by a tall, boy around 17 or so, with black hair holding a fire extinguisher. He gave me a strange look as if I were a foreign species. I guess I wasn't really hiding my surprised expression too well either. A blonde boy with a heavy accent pushed past him and asked me sternly,"Who are you!? And where is Thomas!?" I shrugged. "I d-don't know what you're talking about," I stuttered, then slowly regained my confidence,"I need to know where the girls are. And the question is... Who on Earth are you!?"

The boys came pouring in, and there were about 20 of them. "We asked first," the black haired boy said. Oh, that's how you're gonna play? I thought. "You're in my room," I pointed out.

"Well, this was Thomas' room before you so... Yeah, start talking."

"How do I know I can trust you guys?"

"You've been through the Maze, haven't you?" the blond boy said quietly.

"Wha... How do you know the Maze..?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"Here is says on this plaque," the black haired boy said, "and yeah. We've been through the Maze."

The blond guy was Newt, I had learned, and the black haired cutie was Minho. Did I say cutie? Haha oops. Newt left the room with almost all the dudes trying to find out what was going on. Minho stayed behind with me. "So you've really been through the Maze, huh?" he questioned me.

"I thought we just established that." I rolled my eyes.

"Well aren't you just little Ms. Sunshine?" He rolled his eyes in return.

"It's not like I've got much to smile about."

"Hey, at least you're out of the Maze."

"Yeah, like that'll mean anything when we take on round two."
"It's real easy to have a conversation with you, ya know."
"It'd be easier if things didn't suck. Or if my secondhand leader were still here..."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I really didn't know..."
My smart remarks left me without a single clue of what to say. I just reached my hand out in front of me and introduced myself,"I'm Julie."
Minho smiled and shook my hand,"I'm Minho, and I take it that I've earned your trust after surviving through nonstop remarks?" I smiled back.
"Can I talk to you?"
"...yeah, but why me?"
"I don't have anyone else at the moment, in case you haven't noticed." I lay down on the tiny bed and stared at the dark ceiling. The boys had taken down the bunk bed earlier to use them as seats. Minho kneeled on one side of the bed and looked over at my face, so we both saw each other as upside down. We had a talk about the life changing events in the maze, what our plan was, when things started getting weird, and... The Grievers. It felt so comforting to finally have been able to vent out to someone. It was getting dark, and yet he still kept talking to me. "I'm getting kinda sleepy; tomorrow we have a big day." I said. He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled down at me. "You're beautiful, Julie." Then he gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and called it, "a goodnight kiss." I fell asleep with a smile on my face.