You Make My Heart Run In Circles (Thomas x Minho, Newt x Gally)

Obsession (Thomas x Minho) Part 2

It had been a couple of days since Minho had left his tank top and Thomas slept with it every single night. Now, Minho was running back as fast as possible, dragging an unconscious Alby with him. His main motive was seeing Thomas, showing him his drawings, kissing him, falling in love with him. He would never get to do those things if he couldn't find a way out of this stupid maze.

He was getting close to the exit but the walls were closing in. All the Gladers cheered him on, encouraging him but all he saw was Thomas. Thomas standing at the front of the crowd. Thomas shouting louder than all the others. Much to Minho's horror though, Thomas ran forward narrowly slipping between the walls.

No... please, God no, don't let him do this, don't let him die!

But it was too late. Thomas was trapped with Minho and Alby.

"You... you just killed yourself..." Minho stuttered out, in a state of shock, anger, and mourning.

From here, Minho could see Thomas had his black, ripped tank top on underneath his blue shirt, it was longer than his other shirt and looser. Thomas clutched the black fabric.

"No. We're all going to survive," he said stubbornly.

Minho couldn't bear to look at him or tell him just how wrong he was.

"Fine. Not gonna talk to me, I'll do it all myself," Thomas said and dragged Alby's body over to the wall.

"It's no use, Thomas. He won't make it, I won't make it, even you won't make it," Minho finally admitted after watching Thomas struggle to hoist up Alby's body.

"If you're so convinced we won't make it, can we at least talk about something meaningful!" Thomas demands while still doing his best to hoist Alby up on top of the wall.

"Meaningful like what?" Minho asks softly, barely audible.

"Why do you stare at me all the time?" Thomas nervously inquires.

"Because you're beautiful..." Minho whispers ever so softly, but not soft enough. Thomas just barely hears this but pretends not to, his heart skips a beat.

"Okay... why did you leave your shirt on my hammock?" Thomas wonders.

"Oh. Sorry. You think if we get out of this you can get it back to me?" he didn't really want it back.

Ignoring this question, Thomas tries his luck with another one.

"Why did you kiss my head that night?" Minho's face flushes at this, he had no idea Thomas was awake.

"Why did you let me?" Minho answers that question... with a question. Thomas sighs and goes back to what he was doing. Finally, he succeeds in helping Alby and turns back to Minho, crossing his arms and staring angrily at him.

"You can choose one question to answer truthfully and honestly. Otherwise, I leave you all alone right now," Thomas says sternly.

Minho breathes in calmly and swiftly walks to Thomas. He grabs him by the shirt collar and kisses him fiercely, his heart pounding. Thomas's nails dig into Minho's back and he moans in pleasure. After a few seconds of this, Minho pulls his lips away but doesn't let go of Thomas' shirt collar.

"Because, shuck-face, you're mine," he says flirtatiously and lets go of the smaller boy's shirt, leaving a shocked, but turned on Thomas.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I think I might have maybe one more chapter of this story but I'm not going to prioritize it over my other ideas, so this won't be my main focus. Happy holidays!