Maze Runner Imagines ➪ maze runner series

minho || my competition

(maze runner)

Your POV

"You know you're gonna lose, y/n, I can feel your weakness," Minho challenged.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Nothing is weaker than your self-pride." After that I charged at him and dodged his hit.

I was just enjoying the bonfire with Thomas and Teresa when Minho was intentionally smack-talking me near us. When he didn't stop, I challenged him to a fight. Now here we are.

"I'm not going easy on you just because you're a girl, y/n," Minho grunted, trying to pry me off him as I kept pushing him out of the ring.

"I don't expect you to," I gathered up every last inch of the strength I had to completely chuck him out of the playing field.

"And the win goes to y/n. Big surprise there, Minho," Gally smirked. Minho got up and dusted the dirt off his pants.

I could tell he was pretty upset with his loss, so after that match he left without a word to join the other runners. Not going to lie, Minho was a very sore loser.

"I'm sensing there's some kind of rivalry between you and Minho, y/n," Teresa laughed and walked up to me.

"Honestly I don't how that started. We've just sort of competed against each other in everything," I shrugged.

"And you owe me half your breakfast tomorrow, Newt," I turned around and looked at Thomas and Newt.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Tommy and I had a bet to see if you'd win another Minho challenge," Newt explained. Minho challenge?

"What are you talking about?" I asked again, not sure what's going on.

"Seriously? Everything you guys do is a competition, y/n. Yesterday after getting back from the maze you challenged him to an arm wrestle," Thomas pointed out.

"The day before that it was who could chug more of Gally's drink," Newt added.

"And the day before that—"

"Okay, okay," I cut off Thomas before she could say anything. "I'll try to ease off," I mumbled.

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"Try and be careful next time, Chuck," I sighed patching up the scratched up boy. He was running in the deadheads and hit face-first into a tree.

It's been a few days since the bonfire and I've been feeling pretty calm trying to lessen my competitiveness. I started to put away the bandages when I heard someone walk in.

"Just a sec— oh, Minho," I turned around to see the Asian runner walk in and plop down on a cot.

"I just need like a towel or something to stop the bleeding," he said calmly. What? Bleeding? I was an idiot not to notice a slash in his shirt where blood was collecting.

"Minho, what happened?" I asked concerned. I grabbed two rolls of bandages and some cotton pads.

"Newt was teaching the greenie how to cut some vines along the walls and I just happened to run out at the moment of his first swing," he shrugged. How is he so calm? I walked over to his cot with the supplies.

"Y/n, as much as I'd like to, I'm not in any condition to beat you in something," he joked.

"I can clearly see that. But, uh, you're going to need to take off your shirt," I said awkwardly.

He looked up at me, "can't you just bandage me around my shirt?" I mentally facepalmed.

"I'd love for you to keep your shirt on, but it's going to infect the cut," I explained. He rolled his eyes but he understood. Minho first took off his harness, then his blood-soaked shirt to reveal his toned... sculpted... you know what? Never mind.

I shivered at my thoughts then went to place cotton pads on the cut located in the middle of his stomach.

My fingers tingled when touching his abs. I was about to start wrapping it in a bandage when I heard him chuckle.

"I bet you're really enjoying this, y/n," Minho smirked.

"Just sit up and be quiet," I mumbled. His laughing was causing the cotton to move out of place, and I needed to wrap the bandage around his whole waist.

He did as I told him and I proceeded to finishing his treatment. After, I quickly handed him his shirt and turned around.

"Y/n, you've already seen me shirtless. Why turn around to watch me put a shirt on?" He laughed.

"Because I don't like you," I murmured like a child. "Now I'll tell Alby you shouldn't run or do any physical activities for about four days—"I quickly stopped after being turned around.

I looked up to feel Minho's bandaged hands on my cheeks, and he was extremely close to me.

"What kind of physical activities?" He smirked. I gulped, too nervous for words. Minho's lips were dangerously close to mine. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I looked up to stare Minho straight in the eyes.

"J-just take is slow and easy," I whispered, my mind all over the place because he was driving my crazy.

Then, when I least expected it, Minho dipped his head down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I had forgotten his hands were still cupping my face. My eyes widened, but then they closed, enjoying the moment with Minho.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and in my head I was complaining.

"Was that slow and easy enough for you?" He smirked.

"I-uh..." I was blushing furiously. Before I could say anything, Minho walked out the door.

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