The Maze Runner; Imagines & Preferences -Finished-

Minho Imagine

Today was like any other day. You were working in the garden with Newt. Newt was your best friend. But you didn't really like him more than a best friend, though. But someone certain was on your mind. His name repeating over, and over in your mind. Minho. You had this huge crush on Minho ever since he pulled you out of the box. But sadly, you're still only friends.

It was nearing the end of the day, and the doors were about to shut for the night. You walk to the doors, and wait for Minho. He doesn't come. You start to get a little worried. Another 5 minutes passes, and still no Minho. You decide to go get Newt. "Newt! Newt! Minho isn't back yet and the doors are about to close!!" You scream. "What the bloody shuck, Y/N?! You scared the klunk outta me!" Newt says, annoyed. "Sorry it's just Minho isn't-" You get cut off my the sound of the doors closing. "Shuck.." You murmur. You spin on your heel and run to the doors. But then, something catches your eye. Minho! "C'mon Minho! Run!" The gladers shout. There's something wrong with him... he's limping! The doors are halfway shut. And Minho is halfway to the glade. He's struggling to pick up his pace. As he does, the doors are almost shut, but Minho manages to squeeze through. He's breathing heavily, and then collapses onto the ground. "Med-jacks!! We need Med-jacks!" Newt screams. You start worrying. What happened to him? You follow Newt, the med-jacks and Minho to the homestead.

The med-jacks examine his leg. "Hmmm... it looks like a sprain in the ankle." Jeff says. You are sitting in a chair next to Minho's bed. "How long will be be unconscious?" You ask. "About...maybe 2-3 days." Jeff replies. "He was very dehydrated. So we have to give him lots of water and make sure he's okay before we release him though." Jeff adds. "Okay, thanks." You say.

Jeff and Newt leave the room. It's just you and Minho. Alone. You take his hand in yours and squeeze it. He looks so peaceful. A tear lands onto his hand. But you sense movement. Your eyes shoot to Minho. He's waking up! "Minho?" You whisper. "Y/N?" He replies. "Oh my god, Minho you're awake! I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up and-" You were cut off by Minho pressing his lips to yours. His lips were soft and warm. You kiss him back. After a few seconds, you both full away. Your foreheads touching. "I'll never leave you, Y/N." He whispers. "I love you, Minho." I whisper back.