The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Your first kiss... (Minho)

"Minho, please wait up! I'm not used to this," You huffed as you ran to try and keep up with the fast pace that your trainer was setting.

Minho pulled up, turning around with a smirk. "Can't keep up, greenie?" He teased, laughing to himself.

You would have stuck your tongue out at him, crossed your arms, or come up with a smart remark if you weren't so pressed for air- so you continued to gasp and wheeze for air instead - which only fueled Minho's cocky behavior. As much as it annoyed you at times with Minho's cockiness - it was also something you loved about him. No....love. Love. You loved it, and him. Though never in a million years would you admit to such a thing. For several reasons. 1- Minho would most likely laugh and call you crazy if he didn't love you. 2- The other boys would throw a fit that the only girl in the Glade was no longer on the market if he did. And the most obvious reason that the Glade was NO place for a relationship of any sorts. Fighting for survival everyday didn't make for ideal relationship starters. Minho snapped you out of your thought process by waving his hand in front of your face. "Hey greenie, you alright? No passing out on me, okay?" He said, which made you wrinkle your nose and forehead in slight annoyance. "I have a name you know... It's (Y/N)," You responded, getting annoyed with everyone constantly calling you "Greenie" or "Greenbean". The only one who called you by your name was Newt - and usually it was only when no one was around. "I know you have a name, but you're still such a Greenie. The fact that you just about passed out proves it. We aren't even a third of the way through my section and i may already have to take you back." He said, then chuckled as he shook his head and leaned his back against the wall of the Maze. Instantly, any confidence you had vanished and your self esteem plummeted. "I-I'm sorry.." You breathed, leaning your back against the wall as well, looking down at your feet and trying not to cry. Though you hated to admit it, he had a point. You weren't fit to be a runner. And if you couldn't be up to Minho's standards, then he would never love you. Or even like. You felt a tear slip, though you tried to fight it. "Hey... Greenie, you okay?" He asked, seeing your head down. "Y-yeah.." You responded, though your voice broke. His demeanor instantly changed when he heard your voice break. He knew he messed up, and seeing you upset, upset him. "Gre--(Y/N)...I'm sorry..I didn't mean to be mean. I just...oh shuck it." He mumbled the last bit, then groaned. "I'm sorry," he finished, pushing off the wall and walking closer. "It's alright....I need to not be so sensitive.." You responded quietly, looking up in surprise to see how close Minho was to you. "No, keep being sensitive...it's what makes you much more like able than those other slintheads back in the Glade," He responded with a half smile, looking down into your eyes. His gaze kept going from your lips to your eyes, before he slowly leaned in and kissed you. The kiss was soft, but yet had a bit of roughness to it. You kissed back, smiling into it. He pulled away, smiling. "So I'm really much better than the shanks back in the Glade?" You said, a hint of teasing to your voice. Any fear of him not liking you now dissipated. "Oh believe me...much, much better.." He whispered, smirking before leaning in and kissing you passionately.

A/N: Here's for my Minho girls!! Hopefully you guys like it! And thank you SO MUCH for over 20 followers, and over 50 votes for my stories! It means so much to me. You guys are amazing!! ❤❤