The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine (Josie) Part 2

I woke up in a bed that I assumed was in the medjack room. The lights were dimmed, but that didn't keep me from seeing Minho asleep in a chair by the lumpy, springy mattress I was laying on. His hair was greasy and his forehead was beaded with sweat. My wrist was sore where the knife had cut the skin. What were now dark cuts, simply looked like red lines on my arm. Someone had obviously cleaned the wounds. No one else was in the room, just me and Minho. I close my eyes and try to process everything.

"Good morning Josie." My thoughts were interrupted by Minho's morning voice. It felt like my brain was trying to break through my skull as I sat up and looked over at him. He had a small, cute smile on his face.

"Morning." I responded. He leaned forward and grabbed my arm. His eyes met mine and slowly moved down until they greeted my wrist. Minho ran his fingers along the cuts, a sudden sadness crossing his face. Then, out of nowhere, he bent down and kissed my arm, right below the wounds.

"Why?" He paused for a few moments. "What did I do? Is it really that bad here?" A tear rolls down his face, and I go to wipe it away.

"It wasn't you." It barely comes out as a whisper. "It was everyone else. They all hate me." Minho was still running his fingers over my cuts. His eyes turn red as a single tear streams down his cheek, but he covers it up quickly.

"I don't." He kissed my shoulder. "In fact, I...uh....I love you Josie." I don't have too much time to be shocked before he pushed his lips to mine, putting one hand on my cheek and using the other to help him sit on the bed next to me. And suddenly, nothing seemed so bad.

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Talk about short! Sorry it was so short, but it seemed like a good place to end it. Thanks for reading!