Maze Runner - Oneshots and Imagines

Not much of a talker - Minho

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She could hear his footsteps and her own - repelled by the stone walls all around them, only partly muffled by the ivy that was covering it. "Lunch?" Minho slowed down and looked at her from the side. She turned around to face him, a small smile tugging at her lips, and raised a sweaty thumb to agree. They stopped, their breaths hitched. She could feel all the muscles in her body, and, knowing she needed a break, she was more than happy he asked. 

"You're doing well!" 

The girl grinned at his words. She'd only been training for about two weeks, but everyone had quickly realised that she was well suited for the job. She'd been a Med jack before - a shucking good one, Minho would add. She knew just what to do, how to help, where the boys were hurt and how she could fix that. 

They leant against the walls across from each other. While the girl slowly slipped down the stone and seated herself on the ground, she watched Minho as he closed his eyes and steadied his breath. He wasn't as tired as she was, but still covered in sweat and dirt. She loved seeing him like this. His usually perfect hair ruffled, his shirt wet on the back and the broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to expose even more of his strong arms. Once he opened his eyes, she was still checking him out, and he winked and smiled, noticing the amused twinkle in her glance. 

"Not much of a talker, are you?" Minho jogged up to the girl he'd been watching for days now. She simply shook her head and continued rummaging in the cupboard, searching for something while furiously biting her lip and frowning. This made him smile - she was beautiful. He flopped down on the makeshift bed in the corner of the Med jack-hut, the building she'd spent most of her time in; at the beginning because she'd been in a bad condition, now because she'd been made a Med jack. She was perfect for the job. But in his stomach there was this strange feeling and as he examined her throughout the days she'd been here, he decided that she would make an awesome Runner. One day. For now, she should adapt to everything. 

"Physically or mentally?" He watched closely as she stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned to him. The frown on her face deepened. Not one boy, not even the Med jacks, had asked her that. At first they'd all assumed she was too scared to talk. Then they thought she decided not to talk. She would've bet her life that the majority of them still did. 

But she had tried. She really had. In front of the mirror in the bathroom, when she was lying awake in her bed, when the boys were talking to her. They were friendly, but no one understood why she couldn't talk even if she wanted to. And so she simply resorted to sign language, thumbs up, thumbs down, nodding and shaking her head - when she had more to say, she used one of the empty notebooks that were oh so rare in the Glade. She didn't dare to use them everytime. She was scared that one day they'd all be filled and then she'd have something very important to say. 

"Don't worry, I know it's not your choice", Minho reassured her, noticing the way she tensed up at his question. He smiled to himself and the girl's face became even, she eased up and closed the drawer with a loud thud. For a moment she thought about it, then she leaned against the cupboard and shrugged. She didn't know. 

The boy chuckled. "The creators didn't even let you have that memory, did they?" 

She shook her head no, glanced at him again and studied the Runner fascinated. It was not the first time she'd done this, but right now it was different. He wasn't just that handsome boy in the distance anymore. He was the first one who understood her. She was enchanted by the way he picked up little clues and noticed details no one else but her did. 

"Like what you see?" Minho laughed as he, too, sat down on the floor and looked at her. She stuck out her tongue at him, but nodded - what else would she have done, of course she liked what she saw. He snickered and shifted his position to get more comfortable. "'Cus I like what I see, too." 

She didn't need to respond with any gesture, the blush that creeped up her cheeks was enough answer for him. In a rush, she looked away, trying to hide her face as she pulled out the little lunch they were able to take with them into the maze. It was a sandwich, nothing more, but it worked to keep her busy so she wouldn't have to look at him - he, in fact, was still watching her intently, smiling. She felt the tingle of his look on her back, but she didn't dare to turn around, so she kept her eyes on the ground as she took a bite of her lunch. 

"You're pretty cute when you're embarrassed, you know?" 

She almost choked on the food. Minho had always been flirty, but over the past few days it had become increasingly hard to deal with. Even the other boys had started to notice. Gally didn't like the sound of it at all, but he didn't like the girl either; Newt was simply amused, and Chuck way too fond of the concept. 

Slowly, she put away her sandwich and looked up at him. His eyebrows were raised, a smirk on his face, and he looked more attractive than ever before, if possible. But she'd thought that various times already, it was always a surprise he could top it. 

An idea in mind, she grabbed the paper and the pen that she'd tucked to her waist. She laid down the paper on the ground, clicked the pen and started scribbling. When she was done, she read through it and smiled, and Minho's expression was a mix of confusion and curiosity as she held it up. 

'You're pretty hot when you're sweaty, you know?'

He laughed, a response that caused butterflies in her stomach. She half-hid her face behind the paper so the Runner wouldn't see that the confidence she seemed to have was just a way to keep her nervosity secret. 

"Am I now?", he teased, leaning towards her to lower the paper with his left hand. The eye contact was almost unbearable for the girl, but she nodded reluctantly anyways. 

She noticed the way his gaze flickered down to her lips for just a second and without thinking about it, she leant forward to get closer to him - how lucky she was that the way they had turned and stopped in was narrow. Now she could feel his breath on her skin, the sound of it so close to her face, his left hand that had grabbed the paper and was lying almost atop of her own. 

Keeping her eyes on his was impossible, she just had to examine his face, as there had never been a better chance, no other occassion she'd ever been this close to him, and who knew if she'd get this opportunity again.

His cheeks were slightly dirty, but just enough to annoy her. It didn't make him any less attractive, but she had the sudden urge to wipe it away - it stirred something inside of her, so she raised her hand and rubbed away the earth on his face with her fingers, her eyes focused on the skin, her eyebrows furrowed. Where she touched him, her hand started getting all tingly, and she could feel her own heartbeat speeding up. 

His cheeks were rather clean now, but she couldn't resist the tempation and let her fingertips trail over his features once again. 

Suddenly, Minho raised his hand as well, grabbing her wrists, and she looked at him in shock. But there was an amused expression on his face, not a sign that what she had done was wrong, and she relaxed instantly. The smirk tugging at his lips looked even better now that she was closer to him. 

"I've always wondered-", the Runner's voice wasn't more than a whisper, but immediately she looked into his eyes again, tearing her fascinated gaze away from his lips. What he wondered, he didn't tell - before he could finish his sentence, he cupped her face with his other hand and pulled her close. Her eyes flew shut. Finally.