The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine

Finally. I could start running in the maze. Curiosity always filled my head, every time someone would mention it to me. I breathed in an air of delight, when Ben said I was ready to go into the maze, not officially as a runner, but with someone to guide me through the maze. Secretly, I wanted Minho, to guide me. Ever since I came from the box, he had been really nice to me. Running started early 6:00 am in the morning. It was a little cold at first, but I remembered what Ben told me, that once you start moving, you'll become warm. When I arrived at the North doors of the maze, I saw Alby, Minho and Ben talking. "Y/N!" Called Ben, beckoning me to join them. "You and Minho are going into the maze soon!" He said. I chocked on the crisp air. "I'm sorry, who?" I blurted out, immediately regretting what a blurted. He smiled, scratching the back of his head. "Honestly Y/N, I thought you'd be more excited that I'm coming with you." 

"I-I am, I mean you're the keeper of the runners! I thought Ben would come, since he taught me everything..." I mumbled. Minho just kept on smiling. "Who do you think taught him all of that klunk." He said. At this point, I was too embarrassed to even look at him. "Minho, look after her, okay? You harm her and the whole Glade will kill her." Alby threatened Minho. At that point, a griever let out a shriek. "Don't worry Alby, I'll keep all of my eyes on her." He smirked. Holding my wrist. Dragging me to the doors, as they slowly opened. "Get ready Y/N." Breathed Minho. "You're life is about to change, just follow me and run like your life depends on it." He paused. "Because it does."

***********************************A few moments later*************************************

"We just need to take 2 rights, 3 lefts, a right, left then we're at the glade shortie." Called Minho who was in front of me. So far, we've been running for an hour, and it was amazing. The shapes the vine would make on the walls were majestic.  "Minho, is it a bad thing that he haven't seen a Griever?" I asked him.

"Yes, and No. It's not a bad thing because, we won't die, yes because it might be at the send. You never know where those annoying little shuck might be." Replied Minho. We continued to walk, Minho in front, me behind. A few moments later and the hairs on my arm shot up. Clicking was heard ahead of us. "Shuck." I heard Minho whisper. "What is a griever doing here." He asked himself. I clutched the hem of his shirt. "Where-" But before I could finish, Minho grabbed my arm, and we ran the opposite direction. "The has to be another way!" He said. 

"Awe c'mon Minho, it's just one Griever."

"One Griever can to serious damage." Minho said, his hand slipping from my arm to my hand. "I can't afford to loose you, not now, it's too soon." But before we could do anything, we were in front of a griever. "How the shuck?" Minho mumbled. The griever just stared at us. Slowly walking. Minho crept slowly backwards, pulling me with him. "Y/N when I say run, you run, don't look back." I nod, bracing myself to sprint, bolt, to get out of the danger zone. "NOW!" He yelled. "RUN!" I spun on the spot, the ground sliding under my feet like slime. I wanted to check if Minho was following, but a voice echoed in my head. Minho's. 'Don't look back.'  Those words echoed in my head. But my love for him was greater. My head turned, Minho was following me, sprinting for his life. "Y/N! LOOK AHEAD, WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" Minho screamed. I tripped on my shoes. Falling head first  on the ground. I heard Minho run past me, then spin back. "Y/N get up quickly!" He called, I rose up, suddenly I felt something pierce in my arm. Screaming, my voice echoed through the maze. My eyes swelled with tears, sinking in a ball. I felt cold fingers grab my arms, dragging me. Minho's voice soothing my ears. "We're almost there Y/N, please don't go." I whimpered in pain. My eyes closing, embracing darkness. The last thing I hear were the yelling of my fellow gladers.

**************************************Minho's P.O.V****************************************** 

Loosing Y/N would be the worst thing not only for me. But the gladers as well. The moment I arrived in the glade. An unconscious Y/N being dragged by me. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED MINHO!" Yelled Newt, his hands going everywhere. "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE MAN! SHE'S BEEN STUNG! ONE MOMENT WE'RE RUNNING, THE NEXT Y/N'S BEEN DRAGGED OUT BY ME!" I yelled back defending myself. "You know if she dies it'll be all your fault!" Ben cried. I stormed away from them, I went to the homestead. To stay with Y/N. Sitting beside her. I never wanted to leaver her. Holding her hand, as she went through the changing. I couldn't sleep, not knowing that the one person I love is being touched. And it was all my fault