The Maze Runner Preferences/Imagines

Hot And Cold Minho

The sweltering heat scorched your back as you continued to work in the gardens. It isn't often that the Glade tends to grow this searing hot so it was a surprise to you. You sighed as you tossed one last tomato into the basket for Frypan's meal tonight. He wanted to create something special since Alby decided to celebrate the arrival of a new greenie, George.

You glanced over to the tall, chubby boy sitting by the Box who never took his eyes off the darkened abyss below. You scoffed.

Does he actually think he can escape the glade by going back in there?

You can't recall how many times Newt had told you the countless escape methods the Gladers have tried before. To name them all would probably take forever but thankfully, the gladers had the runners. More importantly, they had Minho.

You on the other hand, couldn't find a reason to revere him like the other Gladers did. This was probably due to the fact that the two of you started off on the wrong foot. When you first stepped out of the Box, it was safe to say that you were confused and slightly frightened that you were thrown into a vicinity of males. Once Alby gave you a tour of the Glade and Chuck detailed the rules of the Gladers, you calmed down a bit. They all were welcoming and no one viewed you as an adversary, or so you thought.

It wasn't until your second week when Newt explained the concept of the runners to you. Curious, you ventured into the forest until you came upon the Map Room, where the supposed maps to the maze were being kept. You stepped inside to see a plethora of hand drawn maps as well as a few scribbles on wooden boards resembling a numeric code or pattern.

How was it that they couldn't figure out an exit after all those years? It simply doesn't make any sense. Whatever the case might be, you wanted to help. Maybe you could find something that they had missed? You were breaking the rules, but you did it with the best intentions in mind. Surely, they would understand.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

And that was when you first saw him. He was tall, muscular and Asian with an enticing glare in his eyes which made you scramble for a response.

"Umm . . you're . . uh. . Minho right? I'm y/n and I was just - "

"You were just leaving?" he replied pointing towards the door.

You scoffed. "Look, I just want to help."

"Yeah well, I don't need it."

You stepped forward. "Then why haven't you found a way out?" you challenged.

He raised his eyebrows as bit surprised by your response. He smirked. "You sure are a stubborn little greenie, aren't you?" Before you could fight back, he grasped your hand and pulled you out the door.

"Are you freaking crazy?" you exclaimed trying to break free.

Once you were out, he slowly closed the door while whispering, "Try coming here again and I swear I won't be this polite."

You rolled your eyes. This was his definition of polite? This guy was crazy!

You thought this would be the last time you would ever deal with Minho but boy, were you wrong. With every chance he got, he would always comment on the way you worked - saying that you weren't properly tending the garden or how you were slacking off by chatting with the other gladers - which clearly drove you to the point of insanity. What really annoyed you was when he would bring this issue up in the Homestead when Alby would call spontaneous meetings for the gladers. Of course, you would defend yourself since the remarks were completely insane. Those experiences did increase your intense dislike for him. Why did he always have that annoying smirk on his face? It would be so much more easier to hate him if he didn't look that handsome.