The Maze Runner Imagines

Minho [20]

Written as Minho x Ace! Reader :)

The rain had started and in no time soon was it going to disappear. Every single one of the Gladers was quick to fight against time and pack up any last bits of their work before they became saturated. Minho, however, rest quite contently with his legs up in his hammock. He'd been back from the maze for a while now having decided to turn back around noon after seeing clouds building overhead. Chuckling to himself, he leaned back and put his arms behind his head, letting his mind slip off to whatever dimension it pleased.

Today, that just happened to be his running partner. That seemed to be a pretty common topic for his brain to latch onto as of lately. Anytime he had the slightest moment of silence, she filled his mind and there was no way of shaking it. Minho was fairly self-aware and knew it wasn't because he was infatuated or in love with his best friend. His understanding of their relationship didn't stop the invasive thoughts, though. As of late, he'd just been blaming it on the fact that he spent most of every day with her and he cared deeply for his friend.

If you cared enough about someone, of course they'd be on your mind all the time.

"Where's Y/N?" Newt broke Minho's daydream like a glacier shifting, his face far too close and the overgrown mop of blonde hair shrouding his eyes. "It's almost dinner, go find her would you?"

Minho recoiled when Newt smacked his shoulder impatiently. The runner scowled and sat himself up with a huff. "Ah, I guess I could do that. How much you gonna pay me?"

Still frustrated, Newt kicked Minho's feet which now hung out from his hammock. "Nothing, Minho! She's your friend too and I've got other things to deal with right now!" He threw his arms up in the direction of the homestead, the doorway crammed with boys trying to escape the sudden deluge.

"Sheesh, apparently not even time for a joke." Minho chuckled and stood up, patting Newt's shoulder. "Don't worry man, I'll find her."

"Good, get your lazy butt out of here!" Newt, for some reason, yet again tried to kick at Minho as he jogged off.

As quickly as he could, Minho darted for the deadheads in order to take cover under the trees. It really was a no-brainer surrounding the case of the missing Y/N. She'd be in the maproom. She was a runner, liked quiet places where she could be alone and was possibly even more invested than Minho in finding a way out.

Somedays, Minho felt sorry for her. She was the only girl here. Even though she did just find holding her own and got on well with everyone, she was still stuck in a stone box with fifty boys. It couldn't be easy. There truly was no question as to what factors might have played into her becoming a runner.

Other days, he was so glad she was here and was the only girl. No matter what, her opinion was valued above anyone else's. Frankly, she always had the best ideas, too. She cared for everyone and was the ears ready to receive at a moments notice when someone needed a place to mail their worries off to. In no way would this place be the same if she wasn't here. And of all the girls in the world, she was probably the best of them all to be placed here the Glade. One, because she was very easygoing and had the attitude of one of the boys. Secondly, she had never shown interest in anyone here and had no problem kindly declining romantic advances.

Just as he expected, opening up the maproom door, there was Y/N, half reclined against the wall. Some papers in her hands and feet every so slowly sliding away from her body on the loose-dirt floor. Quietly, Minho approached without her noticing and put his foot out to stop her feet from sliding anymore. Noticing the sudden halt of her feet, she lowered the papers and looked up to see Minho with a classic smirk carved deep into his face.