maze runner imagines

Jealous Newt ~Newt~

You and Minho were walking back from the Maze.

"You want to race the last part?" Minho smirked; you could see the gate about 100 meters away.

"I'm not really up-"

"Ready. Set. Go!" Minho shouted, shooting off.

"Minho!" you laughed, rolling your eyes. You started running, determined to beat him. As you got to 75 meters it was nearly neck and neck. Minho turned to look at you.

"Catch up!" he said. Before you could reply Minho was on his back. You laughed hysterically helping him up.

"How was your trip?" you said sarcastically once he was up. Minho wasn't amused. "I'll take you to Jack"

"No, no I'm fine. Just get me to the Map Room" he snapped, rubbing his back.

You entered the room. Minho limped to a chair and sat down.

"So where does it hurt?" you asked, scanning him.

"My back I think I scraped it or something" he smiled.

"Ok, I got it," you said taking his shirt off. Minho had been hurt so many times that this happened often; he was your best friend so it wasn't weird. "The six-packs coming along well" you joked, he laughed.

"Minho, Y/N?" you heard a shaky British accent. You spun around to see Newt standing shocked at the door. Your face went bright red; you knew Newt would take it the wrong way.

"It's not what you think" you almost laughed. Newt walked into the room. "He was hurt, I was just checking for injuries"

"Bloody hell" Newt whispered putting his hand on his head "Please don't lie to my shucking face!" You closed your eyes; his words hurt you so much.

"We do this all the time it means nothing" you pleaded. Minho had put his shirt back on and was standing behind you, nodding for reassurance.

"What do you mean 'all the time' is this like little friends with benefits thing you do after every run!" Newt said frustrated.

"Honestly Newt she's all yours" Minho chuckled. Newt rolled his eyes. You walked to him grabbing his arm.

"I and Minho are just friends" you explained "I love you"