Maze runner Imagines [COMPLETED]

Imagine #27 - Minho

"Come on Y/n!" Minho sighed and threw me over his shoulder.
"No Minho!" I yell and punch his back repeatedly but he doesn't flinch. "Put me down!"
"Nope" he says stubbornly.
"Why???" I give up on hitting him and rest my head on my hands as my elbows are balanced on his shoulders.
"Because," he walks to my room and pushes open the door with his shoulder. "Your ill" and he gently lays me on my bed.
"I feel better now I promise!" I pout and sit up but he pushes me back down, shaking his head.
"No you don't Y/n"
"Yes I do! Just let me run pleeeaaasssseeee!"
"Mmm let me think about that for a second...how about 'no'?"
"How about 'yes'?"
"Y/N...."'he raises his eyebrows at me "your as pale as these sheets!" He picks up the bed sheets and throws them over me. I huff and throw them back of, crossing my arms stubbornly. He rolls his eyes and puts it back over me. I'm about to throw it of again but he quickly pins me down. I struggle against him but he's too strong.
"Minhooooooo" I whine sticking out my bottom lip.
"Yes y/n?" He says as if everything's normal.
"Let me out!" I kick my legs around and kick his stomach. He looks at my legs and raises his eyebrows and looks back at me. I carry on.
"Do you mind?" He says.
"Not really" I shrug.
He sighs then out of nowhere and straddles me and then flops on me.
"Oomph" I gasp as he sprawls on top of me. "What are you doing?!" I huff.
"Making sure you don't leave!" He says into my chest.
"Minho, I'm barely ill" I protests.
He lifts his head and puts his chin on my chest squinting at me. "'Barely' doesn't count y/n. You are still ill and not fit to run." He puts his head back down and ends up basically cuddling me- but on top of me.
"You better not fall asleep," I warn "your not that light you realise"
"It's all muscle..." He says but it's muffled in the sheets.
"Eugh your so annoying"
He pushes himself up and makes his head level with mine so his nose is squishing my nose. "But you love me..."
I look at him "not when you do this"
"Yeah you do."
"No I do-" he cuts me off with a long kiss and I kiss him back softly almost straight away.
"Yes you do." He smirks and I sigh but don't disagree.
He rolls of me and I breath deeply. He doesn't get of the bed but lays next to me and shuffles under the covers and holds me into him.
"I'm not letting go until your better."
I pull the sheets to my chin and roll my eyes- but I could stay like this forever.
"Fine" I give in.
He buries his head into my hair and I sneeze.
"You are ill!" He squeals.
"Don't be to happy about it" I say sarcastically but giggling.
"Yeah yeah but I'm right..." He laces his fingers with mine over my stomach.
"Whatever..." He kisses my cheek and we both eventually fall asleep.

Sorry I didn't know what to call this one....