The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines

Minho - Sneaky Kisses [AU]

You were never very good at sticking to a strict plan. No, instead you had to do things spontaneously. Which is what led you to scaffold the wall of Minho’s house.

You fought against the vines and used the drain pipe to edge yourself towards his bedroom window. The night air chipped at your skin but it wasn’t much of a bother; you were far too excited to feel the cold right now.

Finally, you reached the window sill, and after holding your breath, you found it was unlocked. You were relieved; it was going to suck if all of this effort was wasted. You pushed the window up, slowly, quietly, and then climbed in. Minho’s room was neat like usual. You walked over to his bed and flopped down, pulling your phone from your pocket as you went.

You sent him a text. ‘Go to your bedroom.’

Immediately, you received his confused reply. ‘What?’ However, you could hear approaching footfalls.

A minute later, Minho entered the room. “What are you doing here?” he asked, sounding surprised.

You jumped up, eying him with an easy smile. “Wanted to see you.” He seemed taken aback by this, and was quiet for a moment.

“How’d you get in, anyway?” he finally prodded, but then shook his head. “Nevermind. Why didn’t you just come in through the front door?”

“Newt’s here,” you shrugged. “Didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Thomas too. Then what do you call this, exactly?”

You smirked. “There aren’t any witnesses this way.”

“Of course,” he muttered, but his exasperation gave way to a small smile. You two stared at each other until the silence was broken by an incoming voice.

“Minho?” Newt called, nearing the bedroom. Immediately, your eyes widened, and in response, Minho started pushing you backwards. To be precise, he pushed you into his closet, which kind of smelt funny.

“Yeah?” Minho answered, swiftly turning to face his friend.

“You alright?”

“I’m good. I’ll be down in a sec,” he answered, and Newt gave him a curt nod before leaving.

The second the blonde was gone, you jumped out of the closet, marching up to Minho with a deep-set frown. “You’re gonna get wrinkles,” he teased, only earning him a shove. However, he pulled you with him, and his dimpled grin grew close. His lips touched yours briefly, and you finally let up on the sour expression. He withdrew then, watching you with a gaze that made you gooey inside.

“Stop it,” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“Stop what?” he whispered, brushing his lips against your jaw.

“Not that,” you shot back, throwing your arms around his neck to keep him close.

It seemed you two had yet again chosen a new direction as you guys stepped towards the closet, the whole while attached at the lips. You only parted when your back hit the wall, causing a stifled gasp. His mouth continued against your neck, travelling down to your collarbone, growing steadily hungry. You let out a low whine as he nipped at the skin then sucked, no doubt leaving a mark. You gasped again when Minho unexpectedly lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you bumped the wall again. You two weren’t very good at staying quiet.

His lips were hot against yours as you kissed, and you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, then your teeth, and you giggled a little at how it tickled. You dragged your hands underneath his shirt, across his chest, slowly lowering them to the waistband of his pants, of which you playfully tugged towards you. He growled, jerking you upwards a little. You leaned back and smushed a hand over his mouth. “Shut up, you’re gonna get us caught.”

He shook off the hand easily. You give him a chaste kiss, but not without biting his lower lip. His face split into a wide smile. That look returned but you forced yourself to keep a steady gaze. As he was putting you down, his fingers drifted across your cheek softly. “Be gone, my mistress of the night.”

As you regained your composure, you were able to mutter a “rude” half-heartedly. He only chuckled at your distaste; you ignored it and spun on your heel, leaving the same way you came.

You had made it to the lawn when your phone buzzed. A text from Minho. ‘You’d make a sucky spy.’ Another message followed shortly. ‘If you didn’t catch that, I got busted.’ One more. ‘They don’t think red is my colour. Try purple lipstick next time.’

You let out a laugh as you set off for home.

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A/N: So, I have 3 more imagines planned (Gally, Newt, and possibly a Teresa one). If you have any ideas you’d like to see written up, please drop a comment! Thanks for reading.