Maze runner Imagines [COMPLETED]

Imagine #17- Thomas (He gets jealous)

You sit by the fire enjoying the happiness that the gladers are feeling right now. They are singing, chanting, dancing (which in your opinion is very amusing) and having a great time.

In one hand you have Gally's 'secret recipe'. To be honest, you would like him to keep it secret because god knows whats in this.

You feel a body fall on the ground next to you and you look up in surprise. There, with a grin on his face is the one and only Minho. Hold on, DRUNK Minho.

"Hey...Y/N.." he says, his voice slurred.

"Hey Minho," your pretty sure your the only one who isn't drunk here. He wraps an arm around you which you immediately take back of. He looks at you puzzled and you sigh.

"Minho, you know I'm with Thomas," You look at him.

"So..." he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"Minho!" you voice stern. "Your drunk!"

"Only..a...little...." he manages to get out, shrugging and shuffling closer to you.

"No, a lot!"

He looks at you for a couple of seconds before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear which had escaped from your loose pony tail.

"Your...really...pretty Y/N...." he says leaning in.

"Thanks Minho but-"

"What's going on here?" you are interrupted by an angry voice. You quickly look up to find Thomas stood above you, his arms crossed. Even though he is trying to be cross, you can still see the hurt in his eyes. Although you shouldn't feel it you still feel some guilt and stand up quickly next to Thomas.

"Minho, Alby wants to speak with you" he growls and Minho pushes himself up, stumbling. Once he gained his balanced he winks at you and walks of.

"Thom-"

Thomas presses his lips against yours, cutting you of.

"Your not angry?" you whisper.

He shakes his head and holds your waist.

"I was watching you, I saw what happened." He presses his forehead against yours but has to bend down a bit because he's taller than you. "I knew you weren't going to do anything.."

You peck his lips and smile. "Of course I wasn't. I love you and only you."

He grins and kisses you softly again. This time it's longer with more passion.

"We all know Minho is like when drunk." he shrugs. You giggle but nod your head in agreement.

He pulls you into him and you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Wait, were you...jealous?" you gasp.

"What? No...I mean..um-" he stutters.

"Aw, you were jealous!" you tease. He stares at you and you stare back into his dark chocolate eyes.

"I don't want to loose you to any one of these slintheads," he mumbles into your hair and kissing your head.

"Never," you whisper and kiss him again. This time, your not letting go for sure.