The Maze Runner Preferences/Imagines

Overreacting Minho

You and Minho were close friends, sure, but even you had to admit that there were times when he overreacted. Like when he twisted his ankle running and started screaming at the walls of the Glade and yelling at the Maze. But you still loved him.

It was times like this, though, when it was tough to.

"You shuck-face! I asked you to fix the walls and you do this?" he said to Gally. He gestured to the back wall of the Map Room, the one that Gally had been asked to fix.

In the Box a few days ago, you'd received a bag of dry cement. Only one. But it was enough for the builders. Ever since then, Gally had been waiting for the moment where he could use it on something. He was overjoyed when Minho had told him there'd been a break in the wooden walls of the Map Room and that Gladers had been trying to peak through the holes to see inside.

"What are you talking about? It's fine!" you said, defending Gally. You'd been the one to help him out with the wall, and you were pretty proud of it. Neither of you'd ever used cement before, and even though there was a thin later of dry stone covering both your hands, you both counted it as a victory.

"I just wanted you to fix it, not cover it in cement!" Minho whined childishly.

"Hey, look, you were the one complaining about other Gladers peaking through the holes. Now they can't. Happy?" Gally asked.

Minho and you had quite the strong relationship. You were closest with him out of all the rest of the Gladers, mainly because he was the one that made you smile and laugh after a bad day. But there were also times where you wanted to strangle him, and it was times like this when you wanted to.

Minho wasn't fond of Gally, not in the slightest. And you knew that if it hadn't been Gally that had built the wall then he wouldn't be that mad about it.

"But it doesn't look right," Minho said, turning around to stare at the wall. In your opinion, it didn't look bad at all. It looked good.

"Well, we're not taking it down," you said stubbornly. "You should be grateful. We used our only bag of cement on you."

"You're not taking his side, are you?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in a manner that made him look too cute.

"You're just overreacting," you said. Gally, who'd been standing to the side looking grumpy and tired, chose to spoke up before Minho could say anything else.

"Alright, well, I don't know about you klunks but I'm goin' to get some food. See you 'round," he said, walking off. You turned around and watched him leave, then looked back to Minho. You glared at him and clenched your fists.

"We spent all day workin' on that wall for you. The least you could do is say thank-you," you said glumly. You turned around, leaving to go get some food for yourself, since you'd heard Frypan was making roast chicken for dinner.

Minho caught up to you, grabbing your bicep lightly and holding you back. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? Really."

You turned around. You weren't really angry with him, mainly just grumpy because he was keeping you from getting your roast chicken. "You're only sorry 'cause I pulled the puppy eyes on you," you said knowingly.

He smiled and shrugged. "Can't say no to 'em, even if I tried."

"C'mon," you said. You turned around and pulled him off in the direction of Frypan's to go get some food. You really wanted your roast chicken. "Let's go get some food."

"Does this mean you're not mad at me?" he asked with mock hope, as if he was pretending to be a little child. In reality, he didn't need to pretend. He was already a little child.

"Only if you admit you were overreacting," you said. He sighed, dropping his head to look at the ground tiredly while you walked. "Come on," you said, bumping your shoulder against his and pushing him over a little.

He laughed and shoved you back. "Fine, fine. I was overreacting."

"Good," you said happily with a cheerful smile. "Now let's get some roast chicken."

Sass Minho on the side ->