Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

A Perfect Pair (Minho)

"You two have so much in common."

It was a phrase you heard far too often. It was one you rolled your eyes at every time too. You and Minho? Seriously?

His arms crossed over his chest, a flash of jealousy shining in them before just vanishing, being replaced with a deep sadness. Because he already knew what came next.

"It's not like that,"You insisted, staring at the ground to hide your smile.

A/K was your perfect match. You both worked the same job, seemed to like most of the same things, had the same beliefs, the same humor, the same everything. You two were like puzzle pieces that were made to be.

Minho wanted to scream. He wanted to point out that it puzzle pieces are the same shape they have no chance of fitting. He wouldn't to tell everyone it wasn't fair.

He didn't. He sat there, staring down at his drink. Needing it, he chugged the rest of it down, a sour expression on his face.

"Oh come on. You'd be so cute together. Right, Minho?"

Minho was sure the universe wanted him dead. While he knew the reason was that he was closest, it seemed like taunting. Surely it was a cruel, cruel joke.

"Yeah. They'd go alright together,"He shrugged. Your face flushed as you met A/K's. He was biting his lip to hold back his smile too, both your eyes gaining this glint that twisted his stomach in knots.

Thomas and Newt exchanged a worried glance before looking at Minho. His face was neutral, no sign of his heart breaking in his chest.

"You two will be together one day for sure. The perfect boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm heading to bed,"You siged, rolling your eyes and standing up, brushing off your pants.

"Oh come on. It's early,"Fry complained.

"Yeah. And I already want away from you shanks,"You said simply, walking off.

Minho stood, calmly making his way to his hammock. He glared at the ground as though it spit on him. Something it was so hard not to do the more he heard those words.

Thomas and Newt also left without a word, their concern only growing. Jogging over, they caught up with him not too far away.

"Minho, wait a second,"Thomas called, placing a hand on his chest as he caught up. Minho resisted the urge to shout at them to leave them alone as he sharply asked what they needed, clearly just wanting to get to the point.

"It's just we've been thinking, and it doesn't have to make sense, right?"

"What are you talking about?"He asked, sure they were the ones speaking gibberish.

"Y/N smiles when someone teases her, but that doesn't mean it's true. People smile all the time when they're embarrassed,"Newt pointed out.

A hint of skeptical was shown, his interest clearly peaked.

"They're not together. So what if it's that?"Thomas continued.

A trickle is disappoint when through him, along with fear.

"What if that doesn't mean anything?"He whispered.

"What if it means everything? What if you confess and she feels it too?"Newt pushed.

"You really think she could?"

"Only one way to find out. Right?"

Minho didn't say a word as he left the other direction this time. At each step he found a nervous grin crossing his lips as he thought about the possibilities. You could feel the same. You two could be something. You two could be great together.

You two could be the perfect match.

Almost running now, he found himself in front of your hut. Too eager at the thought of his dreams coming true, he didn't think as he swung the door open, ready to proclaim his love.

He was met with a sight that made him sick to his stomach. One that he would never recover from.

You were in A/K's lap as he sat on your bed, both your lips pressed firmly together. His hands were around your waist, traveling under your shirt, as you kissed with an undeniable passion. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close.

Of course you and A/K were cute together. Of course you fit so well.

You already are.

You both pulled apart, your faces flushing in embarrassment as he stood there, paling under the moonlight.

"Please don't tell anyone?"
"I'm-I'm sorry."

His voice cracked as he shut the door. Refusing to let his tears spill, he did his best to swallow the lump in his throat as he wished to just disappear.

He's so stupid. He's such an idiot for ever thinking he had a chance.

He never wanted to see you again. The chances of breaking were too likely.

Yet he would see you and A/K tomorrow, whether he liked it or not.