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Thomas imagine

This is a Thomas imagine!!! Enjoy (by the way, please comment and vote as much as you want!)

It had been almost a year since you first arrived in the glade, and Thomas had tortured you every second of it. Almost the first time you saw him, you knew you liked him, and those feelings had only grown since then. You sighed as you placed yet another bottle of aspirin onto one of the many, many shelves. Just then, Minho and Thomas walked in, Minho's swagger in full force.

"(Y/N) are you still shelving?"

You roll your eyes as you pull out another bottle from the box of supplies that had been sent up from the box

"Yes, Minho, I am. Hello to you too."

Thomas jokingly shoved Minho, before walking over to you.

"Need any help?"

You felt your heart start to beat rapidly at just the fact that he was so close to you

"Oh, um, I'm good, I'm almost done anyway."

You quickly stand up, brushing off your hands, and start quickly walking towards the door

"Why are you guys back already anyway?"

Thomas laughed, and you felt your heart flutter

"(Y/N), it's almost time for the bonfire, you've been working all day."

Well, that might have been because most of the day you had been thinking about Thomas. Minho was standing by the door, impatiently glancing over his shoulder.

"Guys, c'mon. I think they're about to light the fire!"

Thomas followed you towards the door

"We're coming, right (Y/N)?"

He turned to look at you, and you looked down, not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, yeah we are. Let's go!"

When you arrived at the campfire, you got your drinks before sitting down with Thomas and Minho. Gally had already started the wrestling matches, and Thomas thought he would win this time.

"Watch this Minho, I'm gonna go wrestle gally, and this time, I will win!"

Minho rolled his eyes

"Sure, okay."

Thomas ran off, leaving you with Minho. You had just taken a sip of the burning liquid Gally created, when Minho turned to you.

"Alright, you like Thomas, don't you?"

You choke on the drink, and sputter and spit it out onto the dirty ground.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Minho gave you a smirk

"I'm talking about the obvious."

You knew your cheeks were burning a furious red, but you hoped the fading light would cover it up.

"Well, I don't."

Minho shrugged

"Well, you could've fooled me. I'm going to get a refill."

Minho walked off, leaving you alone. Well, alone for a few seconds, before Thomas came back.

"Hey, where'd Minho go?"

"To go get another drink."

Thomas glanced into the crowd, trying to locate his friend, before shrugging and sitting next to you. In your opinion, maybe a little too close. He noticed you looking at him, and turned his head to you.