maze runner imagines

Minho

"Okay, (Y/N), we're going to make a sharp left at the first turn here. Got it?"

It's my second day as a runner. This is all so confusing to me still. I'm supposed to stick super close to Minho's side, until I'm super comfortable doing this. "A sharp left at the third turn here," I whisper, taking in what I heard. I zone out, staring at the pattern on the walls and the moss that began to form after time. Yet, I am pulled out, when I realize I have to take a left here. Following Minho's commands, I do just that.

"Where to next?" I question, looking up. My stomach drops. I immediately realize Minho's not there. I stop in my tracks, spinning in circles, attempting to look for him. Hoping my eyes are playing tricks on me, and he's actually right behind me. Yet, much to my dismay, he is not around. "A sharp left at the third turn here," I repeat to myself. Did I hear that right? I begin to fill up with panic. I run back the way I came, and go back one turn. I run all the way down, yet Minhi is nowhere. I begin to breathe heavily, feeling my knees go weak. I fall to the ground, scooting until my back is against the wall. I can't be trapped out here. Nobody survives a night in the maze. I continue breathing heavy, starting to feel light headed. It felt like I was there for days, yet was merely a few hours. With my head in my knees, I hear my name being yelled.

"(Y/N)!"

I dart my head up, feeling too weak to stand. Relief washes over me as I see Minho sprinting towards me. "Minho!" I cry.

He runs up to me, collecting me in his arms. He feels warm; probably from running the maze, in attempt to find me. He then pulls me off of the floor, picking me up off the ground and spinning me, "I'm so happy to see you safe and sound!" He has me in a tight hug.

Tears leave my eyes, as he sets me down, and stares at my face. "I can't believe you found me," I whisper, tears flowing.

"It's okay," he whispers, wiping away my tears with his thumb, "you're safe now." Our faces are very close, I can hear him breathing. We lock eyes, as he closes in the gap with a soft kiss.