Maze Runner - Oneshots and Imagines

Shucking hell of a game - Minho

Newt had been watching the Runner eat peacefully for at least a minute until the boy finally looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What're you staring at, shank?", he asked before shoveling another spoonful of pasta into his mouth. The blonde frowned. "You've got your day off and you still haven't showed up in the gardens to snog (y/n) the whole morning. Something's wrong. And I swear if you don't tell me what's going on-", he cut off his own sentence and let it hang in mid-air. 

Minho sighed and rested his hand on the table before catching the boy's eye. "(Y/n) had the great idea to play this game she invented. Whoever kisses the other one first loses." 

Newt, too, raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He couldn't believe the girl had actually come up with something so torturing for the two of them, given that they basically couldn't stay away from each other for more than two minutes. "And you won't lose to your girlfriend of course", he assumed. The Runner nodded and Newt shook his head in disbelief, a smile planted on his face.

"Hey", the girl greeted the Gardener after lunch as he stepped closer to help her tie up some vegetables. "Enjoyed lunch?", she asked, concentrating on the rope she was trying to knot. "Yeah", the boy snickered, thinking about Minho's words and the little game the couple was playing. "Why weren't you there?" 

The girl sighed and looked at him for a second before going back to work. "The chance I'd kiss Minho was simply too high." Newt laughed and finally let go of the plant when (y/n) had finished her knot and it was hanging safely. He shook his head at her desperate expression. "You really didn't think it would be that hard to stay away from him, did you?", he asked although he knew the answer already. She had thought it would be easy to keep away from Minho for a day or so and he'd lose anyway. She hadn't realized she needed the affection just as much as he did. "No", she sighed again, rubbing her own shoulders in an attempt to loosen up the muscles there. "I didn't." 

The girl frowned and turned around when the blonde's lips parted and he stared at something behind her. Her chin dropped at the sight just the same. Her boyfriend was jogging around the glade shirtless. "That shucking slinthead!", she cursed after having regained her self control. She snapped back around, facing Newt who had raised his eyebrows. "He's just doing that because he knows I'm weak for it! That's-", she stopped, searching for the right word, "manipulation!" She turned around another time. The Runner was now pushing himself up and down, doing press-ups on the grass. She cursed under her breath. Then her face lit up. She could play that game too. If he wanted to play dirty, she'd play dirty. 

"What are you do-", Newt questioned when she stomped off towards the homestead. "Changing!", she shouted back without turning around. The blonde chuckled. "You do know you've gotta work", he yelled, trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Sure do! And if I spend a night in the slammer it's worth it!" 

Boys shot questioning looks at the girl when she entered the homestead, running through the corridor until she got to the room the couple was sharing. Furiously she searched through their cupboard. It was packed - and so it took her almost a minute to find what she had been looking for. A triumphant grin graced her face as she pulled the shorts out of the drawer and lifted them up into the air to take a better look at them. They were short. Very short. And Minho loved when she wore them.

In a hurry she changed, throwing her old shorts onto the bed carelessly, leaving her upper body uncovered. She smirked when she fiddled with a shirt way too big for her - her boyfriend's shirt that she had stolen weeks ago. She threw it on and stuffed the ends into her shorts. Proudly she looked at her reflection in the small mirror the couple had put on a table. The neckline was hanging so low she could see her cleavage and her shorts were just high enough to expose the bottom of her butt. If this didn't work magic on Minho she didn't know what would.

"(Y/n) w-", Alby was jogging towards the girl to tell her off for leaving the gardens early when he stopped dead in his tracks. "-woah." She looked over his shoulder to spot her boyfriend and immediately caught his eye. He scanned over her body with his lips slightly parted, covered in sweat and the girl bit her lip unnoticed, trying hard not to give up and just sprint into his arms at the sight. She smirked when his expression turned from shocked to jealous to angry in a second. He knew that she was playing dirty now. And he didn't like that Alby was talking to her at all. 

(Y/n) realised the advantage she had in this moment. Cockily she threw her hair over her shoulder and looked up at Alby, still standing in front of her. "Hm?", she asked, smiling innocently. The boy swallowed. "You can't just leave work", he eventually stated and she batted her eyes, putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "Won't happen again, I promise", she said and watched triumphantly as Minho balled his hands into fists in the background. Alby just nodded and walked off again, not without turning around to look back at her.

She simply stayed where she was, waiting for Minho to jog up to her like she knew he would. A second later the boy was standing in front of her as expected. "What the shuck is this?", he asked, suppressed anger in his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about", she retorted, a playful smirk on her lips. She watched Minho's jaw clench just to unclech a second later. He was trying to calm himself down and she didn't like it. So she took a step closer to him and put a hand to his cheek. "Just give up already", she whispered. She nudged his nose with hers and slightly tilted her head, but didn't close the space left. She wasn't going to lose this game.

For a moment nothing happened. Then the boy leapt forward and surprised the girl with the familiar feeling of his lips working against hers. She broke the kiss just to take a deep breath and draw him in a second later. The Runner gripped her hips tight and pulled her even closer. The touch was desperate, full of tension and passion. "Shuck I needed that", Minho breathed when they finally pulled apart. "You still lost", she smirked and he couldn't help but mirror her expression. 

"For the first time ever I really don't mind."