Pairing: Minho x Male! Reader
Warnings: Flirting/fluff
Fandom: The Maze Runner
"There he is." Newt lightly shoved Minho, pointing across the grass to where you were walking towards them, Thomas at your side. Minho looked away, trying to pretend he wasn't interested but Newt knew better.
Ever since you'd joined them in the Maze (which had been a long time now), the runner had been infatuated by you. He wasn't really sure what made you different from any of the other guys who had previously or since come up. Maybe it was your eagerness to learn and find out everything about your new surroundings or maybe it was your gentleness. The way you were there for all of the guys if they needed someone to talk to or shoot the shit with.
The problem was, he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to feel this way for you. You were a guy after all. What if word got out and people thought he was strange or into THEM. No. He couldn't risk this secret getting out. He'd only told Newt because the other boy had caught him staring one day and he hadn't had the heart to lie to him.
Now, however, he was starting to wish he hadn't. Newt hadn't been disgusted by the idea, but he'd made it his mission to apparently be as annoying as possible.
You smiled as you approached Newt and Minho.
"Hey guys." You wiped your hands on your pants, eyes flicking between both boys.
"Hey, (Y/n)." Newt grinned smugly, elbowing Minho slightly. Minho looked up and smiled shyly.
"Hey..." He tucked his hand into his own pocket, desperate for a distraction. So you'd stop looking at him like that.
You and Newt almost instantly launched into a conversation and Minho instinctively tuned it out, instead taking the time to study you. The way your hair just slightly fell into your eyes, the way your (e/c) eyes lit up as you talked...
You reached up and ran your hand through the messy mop on your head, eyes moving from Newt to land on Minho.
"Like what you see?" You asked, teasingly and Minho starts, stuttering slightly. You laugh.
"It's alright, dude. I know I'm attractive." You joked again and Minho chuckled.
"You really are."
The words fell from his lips before he could stop and contain himself. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he'd just said and his hand came up to cover his mouth.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)!" His face flushed red. You're face heated up slightly too, surprised by the fact that he'd agreed with your silly joke.
You shook your head, smirking slightly. "It's alright. You're not bad yourself." You winked, trying to diffuse the situation. He stared at you, shocked. For some reason, his silence gave you the courage to continue.
"Hey, I'm going for a walk since I've finished what I needed to do. Wanna come?" You offered. Minho hesitantly glanced at Newt who was still standing there, enjoying the show he'd been given front row tickets to. He nodded and made a shooing motion toward Minho to let him know he should go.
Minho was hopeless, Newt thought. If he didn't go now, he'd never confess his feelings for you. And he'd be stuck listening to pining for the rest of his life.
"I'd love to, (Y/n)." Minho cleared his throat and stood up slightly straighter. You smiled, that perfect smile. Maybe it was the smile...
"Let's go, we're wasting daylight." You began to walk and he grinned, hurrying to catch up.
Newt shook his head as he watched the two walk off.
"He really is hopeless." Thomas grinned walking up beside Newt.
"Tell me about it." Newt smirked, crossing his arms.
Credits: minho-will-sass-you
