Maze Runner One Shots

Stuck In The Maze (Minho)

For @Marina_Rafailia

Y/N's P.O.V.

I waited for Minho at the edge of The Maze. He was late. It had already opened and we were losing precious time.

I decided to go looking for him, maybe something's wrong, and start jogging towards his hut. Knocking at his door I realize he's not going to answer and let myself in. And what I see angers me.

"Minho! You shank! Put that pen down, get off your butt, and put a shirt on. I was waiting for you!" And he only looks at me startled. No excuse? No nothing?

I head out back towards The Maze and Minho finally catches up to me at the entrance.

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After a while of running around with an apparent extra stomp to my steps, he grabs my arms and stops me. "Look, sorry. Just don't be mad, Y/N."

Minho stares into my eyes, as I stare into his. And at that moment I realize that I want to kiss him, and somehow being angry at him makes want to do it more. "What were you doing then?" I interrogate further, only to not give in.

"I was writing. I woke up this morning and felt the urge to write." He breathes heavily, not breaking the eye contact. "As more days go by that I don't kiss you, I seem to grow more angry with myself. And I needed to write my anger down."

At this point, I can't really believe what he just said. I didn't even know he liked to write. I didn't even know he wanted to kiss me.

But I decide to not give in yet. "Great pickup line, Minho. Let's continue the run."

I start to walk away but he pulls me back, but this time into him. And I am fully aware of every inch of his body up against mine. He puts his hands on my waist, half of his right hand ending up in my shirt. The feel of his skin on mine already has me breathing fast, his attention on my lips makes me want to kiss him.

And that's when I do. My lips meet with his and my hands end up in his hair. He pulls me closer and that's when I feel his, well, lower regions pressed up against my lower belly.

That's when I pull away, surprised by the excitement I attained when I felt him against me. I turn around and look up at the sky, my breaths retaining back their normal rhythm. That's when I realize that it's getting dark and automatically grab his hand and run.

When we turn the another corner, we hear the cranks, the metal, the maze starting to shut. And stand there for a second, well aware that we won't make it out.

We'll be here all night. With the grievers.

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That was honestly pretty bad. Didn't have much...much...meat. Idk.

So...would you like me to make a Part Two? How's that sound?

Just comment below if you do.

And please request if you would like to.