maze runner imagines

his touch ~Minho~

Minho and you had found a quiet spot in the Glade. His lips were firmly against yours and his large hands gripped tightly around your waist. Even with your back against the cold concrete wall, you felt warm.
"When are we going to tell them?" you asked between kisses. He pulled away slowly, grinning to himself.
"What the Gladers?" he chuckled.
"Of course the Gladers" you laughed. Secretly you wanted this convocation to end, longing for his touch. "It's just we've been doing this for what? Two months and I'm sure Newt know there's something. I mean there's only so many times you can tour me around the Glade" you giggled.
"Those shanks don't need to know" Minho exclaimed. You crossed your arms and gave him a look. "Fine, I will...but no right now." He grabbed your hips again this time stroking your neck with his lips. You shook at his touch, knees weak. Grabbing his cheekbones you pulled his lips to yours, kissing him passionately. You ran your fingers through his short hair as his hands traveled to your thigh.
"Minho! Y/N! What are you doing?" you heard Thomas shouted. You pulled away quickly. Thomas looked horrified.
"What does it look like we're doing?" Minho joked. Obviously trying to break the ice in some way.
"No, I know what you're doing just-" you could see the cogs turning in his head as he stuffed out the next words "are you two together?"
"I guess we are" you grinned awkwardly. Looking up at Minho he gave you an encouraging smile. Thomas was speechless.
"Got anything to say?" Minho said. Thomas shook his head slowly and gave a clearly fake smile. After a few seconds silence, Thomas turned and walked away.
"Well?" Minho said, a confused look on his face. You laughed and pulled him in for a hug, feeling his heart beat quicken.