maze runner imagines

Preferences how your hands first touch ~Minho~

Minho:
"There is nothing! I haven't found a single shucking thing!", you exclaim angry and depressed at the same time. The day started so good for you, but now your mood is way more than just bad. You stare at the little building from the Maze in hope to find a clue or something like that, but nothing happened.
Minho leans against the table with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Come on, don't freak out. Someday we will find something. Just a little bit more patient", he cheers you up successfully with a few words. A sigh escapes your mouth, "Maybe you are right."
The Keeper of the Runners unfolds his arms to put his hands on the table. You feel your heartbeat doubles as his skin touches yours. Suddenly you can't focus on the Map anymore. "That's my hand under yours, shank", you try to sound as sassy as always, but you fail miserably. His typical smile on his lips grows immediately, "I know."
Minho hasn't planned it, but now he's just curious how you react to the contact. "I'm starving. You too?", you escape his grip with a faked smile. It's just a bad attempt to skip this moment and hide the blush on your cheeks. "No, I'm fine", he replies grinning like a little boy. That's the clue he needed to be sure you feel the same for him.