maze runner imagines

The Paradise ~Minho~

The small waves washes elegantly onto the white sand. As if by magic the sky had turned pinky orange casting a yellow gaze over the camp. It was perfect, like paradise. It was paradise. After all the torment WICKED had put you through you could finally live in peace. No more Grievers, Cranks, Mazes, Variables or death. You could finally move on. But how could you? Everyday you woke up with the screams of your friends in Group B raging in your head. Your breathes grew panicky as you remember Rachel getting stabbed in the stomach.

"A penny for your thoughts?" A voice asked from behind you. Turning in your chair, you saw Minho standing in the doorway leaning with his arms folded.

"What does that even mean?" You sighed as Minho smirked and sat on the chair in front of you. Many of Group B had locked themselves away after coming to paradise. Survivors guilt ate at them almost like the Flare. Because of this, you became friends with Minho. Somewhere along the line, this turned into best friends. Then you started making out. Which was weird the first time but became a weird coping mechanism for the both of you. However, it was always no strings attached so no one would get hurt.

"I think it means that you want to know what the persons thinking," Minho explained, "I don't know I heard Jorge saying it." You faked a smile then curled up in you armchair again. "Hey, what's the matter?"

"It's just...how are we supposed to move on from everything? WICKED destroyed our lives, scared us for life and now we're just chilling on a beach like a luxury holiday. So many have died, Minho, so many of our friends." You muttered. Minho's face fell with yours.

"I know, sometimes I just want to get my mind wiped. To forget the pain, you know?" He said. You remembered all the people Minho had told you about: Newt, Gally, Alby, Ben, Winston and so much more. "But we've found each other, the sun through the cloud."

"You're my silver lining." You smiled.

"And you're mine. In fact, you're more.in times like this, that reminds me I'm in love with you." Minho grinned.

"Pardon?"

"I love you." He grinned wider, taking your hands in his. Your heart began to flutter and your cheeks rushed with scarlet.

"I love you too, Minho." You said in realization. Minho pressed his lips to yours. With your arms over his neck, Minho deepened the kiss. The sun disappeared behind the horizon and you and Minho continued kissing as night fell.