Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | Spark

The Scorch Trials // In the Berg
(You are from Group B)

Your POV

"I hate that guy," Maggie scrunched her eyebrows, looking annoyed. "He uses sarcasm a lot, it's pissing me off."
She pointed to the Asian guy on the other side sitting on the couch.

"Huh? It's not like you haven't heard my sarcastic remarks before," I said. I am really really sarcastic, all the time.

"I like it from you. But when he do, it's just uGHHH," Maggie groaned.

I looked at the guy and studied his features. He has perfect black hair. I can see his biceps through his black shirt.

"He's kinda hot tho," I blurted out, not removing my gaze from the boy.

"Oh my gosh y/n, don't tell me you're going to hit him sooner!" Maggie exclaimed, glaring at me.

I looked at her wide eyed, "What? No!"

Maggie plopped down on the couch we're sitting at and closed her eyes.

I stared at the boy again, this time he caught me. My heart started to race when his eyes caught mine. His lips curved into a smirk then winked to me.

Damn.

"Maybe," I added.

"What the he- Y/N!" Maggie's eyes widened. She faced me and put her hands on my face, "No," she muttered.

She sighed heavily and plopped down again, "You know what? Nevermind, do whatever you want. Good luck, enjoy your sarcasm," She stood up from her seat and looked around. "I'm gonna eat," And that, she left me and joined the other girls on the other table.

The Asian guy must have noticed Maggie leaving, because right after she left, he stood up from his seat and started to walk in my direction.

I can feel my heartbeat increasing but I tried to act cool. He sat beside me and said, "Hey,"

I looked at him and smiled, "Hi,"

There was a blast of electricity that bolts throughout my body, I don't even know if it was real or I just feel that way.

"I suppose your friend hates me now." he said.

"Oh, Maggie?" I asked. "She does. A lot."

He looked at me then smiled. And I swear, I got lost in his eyes. Seriously.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much. I just wanted to relax."

"Yeah, me too. I'm so tireeeed." I said, leaning against the couch and closing my eyes, covering them with my hands.

I heard him exhaled, and somehow I can feel him staring at me too. I'm not sure but I got the feeling.

I sneakily opened my eyes to look at him, and yes, he was staring at me.

I smiled and closed my eyes, "You're staring."

"What?" he asked, not taking his eyes off mine.

"I said," I slowly opened my eyes, looking at him directly in the eye. "you're staring at me."

"I am?" he asked, then realized that he is really staring at me. "Oh, I am." he laughed.

"Is there something on my face or am I just too beautiful to stare at?" I laughed.

"Nothing. You're just . . ." he paused.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue, but he didn't.

"I'm what?" I asked.

"You're beautiful." he blurted out. And as soon as those words came out from his mouth, I saw his face turning tomato red.

I paused to think for a while, then I spoke, "You're not too bad yourself,"

He chuckled, and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Well, that sounds so cheesy but it's true.

Then I suddenly realized that I have been talking to this Asian guy without knowing his name.

And just as he read my mind, he asked, "Oh, what's your name, by the way?"

"I've been wanting ask the same thing," I laughed. "Name's Y/N."

I don't really like offering a hand when I met someone new, so I didn't do anything.. Yes. I am kinda awkward.

"Minho." he said, smiling.

"Minho," I acknowledged, his name like a magical word on my mouth.

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this was in my drafts from like ages ago 😂

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i feel like i want to change my username 😂