maze runner imagines

Pseudo injuries ~Minho~

Boxes stood outside your door, ready for unpacking. As leader of the Med-Jacks it was your job to put the correct medicine in the correct draws...and you had been putting it off all day. First you had chilled with Frypan in the kitchen while he made breakfast for the rest of the Gladers until he kicked you out. Then you went to see Zart in the gardens but he quickly asked you politely to go do something else. All your other friends were in the Maze so you just walked around the Glade and had lunch. Eventually you gave in and here you were putting bandages in the bottom draw and pills in the top. With a knock on the door you smiled at the thought of some escape from this. You jogged over to the door and opened it to see Minho standing with his hand on the doorframe. This was the third time this had happened this week.

"What now?" you asked impatiently. He smiled then quickly looked down at his leg as if it were in pain.

"It's my left leg. It's in pain." He groaned. You rolled your eyes.

"Again? What happened this time?" You asked.

"I tripped over a vine in the Maze probably twisted it somehow," Minho explained. You knew he was lying but secretly you liked him here.

"Very well, come lie on the bed." You said gesturing at the bed in the corner. Minho walked about half way there then realised what he was doing and began to limp...with his right leg. You couldn't help but snort. Once he was on the bed you began to roll up his trousers revealing his muscular legs.

"Impressed?" you smirked. You just laughed and ignored him. However, you were very impressed.

"Tell me when it hurts?" you instructed running your fingers down his leg from his knee. You felt a knot in your stomach as you glided along his toned leg. Noticing the slight trance you had got in you looked up at him. "Anything hurting?" Minho just stared at you.

"Shuck, you're beautiful." he whispered.

"What?" you said, surprised.

"Sorry but honestly my leg is fine," he confessed, sitting up. You didn't even try to look surprised. "And the reason I pretend to hurt myself so much is so I can come see you." He had this big, goofy and embarrassed smile on his face, which made your heart melt. "If you're mad, be mad, I don't care. I just really-" You pressed your lips firmly against his placing your hands around his neck. Minho grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, making the kiss more passionate. Gently he parted your lips. "I just really love you."