Maze Runner - Imagines and preferences

Imagine - Minho (TMR) #2

Riling Minho up was much funnier than you thought it'd be. He was the kind of guy that tried to be laid-back and easygoing, but the moment something got to his head, it really messed with him. Besides, you justified your actions by telling yourself he deserved it; the slinthead had flirted and joked around so much with you that it was now his turn to get a taste of his own medicine.

You were busying yourself with getting some fresh vegetables from the garden for the stew you and Frypan were going to make for dinner. Zart had assured you that he could do it for you, but you didn't mind getting your hands dirty. Besides, it was somewhat relaxing to be out in the sun and working alongside the rest of the Gladers — and it gave you something to do while Minho was out running.

It was his day off but he still insisted on going out into the Maze. He had been very distracted lately and you knew very well you were the reason why. But you couldn't lie and say you didn't enjoy being on his mind all the time; it served him right for not being upfront about his attraction to you.

As you finished picking all the vegetables you needed for dinner, you saw Minho coming in through the East Door. His shirt was sticking to his chest with sweat, something you found very attractive. He kept running, glancing around as if he was searching for someone — when his eyes locked on yours, you knew he'd found his target.

You made a beeline for the Homestead, but he was much faster. Though you'd had a head start, Minho stopped you as soon as you reached he front door.

"What are you up to, shank?" he asked. He had a coy smile on his face, the kind you loved (and hated).

"Gotta get these to Frypan," you said, motioning to the basket of vegetables you were holding.

"Those look heavy. Here." Minho grabbed the basket from your hands and jerked his head towards the door. "Ladies first."

He was being very nice, which made you narrow your eyes in suspicion. You thought he would try to exact some sort of revenge on you for stringing him along. Though, in your defence, you did like him back. It was just a lot of fun to make him work for it.

The two of you headed towards the kitchen, where Frypan greeted you. Minho put the basket down on a counter beside him.

"Perfect, you're here," he said. "Can you get me some dried parsley?"

"They're in the pantry, right?"

Frypan nodded. Sighing, you brushed your hands against your jeans and headed down the hall. The second door to the left was the pantry, and as you walked in and fumbled for the light switch, you were hit by the smell of spices.

Only as you flicked on the light, the door closed behind you. You turned around to see Minho staring at you, an eyebrow raised almost tauntingly.

"The hell is this?"

"This?" He shrugged. "This is me getting you alone."

His tone lit a flame in your stomach. You tried your best to hide it.

"Yeah, that's really romantic. You, me, and a bunch of spices and cans."

"Sometimes you gotta improvise."

Minho pushed off the door and backed you into a shelf. There wasn't much room for the two of you, and he seemed to enjoy it. If he moved any closer, your chest would be touching his, and though you would have enjoyed it greatly if that happened, you couldn't give in that easily.

"Can you move? Frypan gave me a job to do."

"Good ol' Frypan can wait a few minutes."

"A few minutes?" You laughed. "I can't think of anything you could do that would require that much time."

Minho sucked in a sharp breath and braced himself on the shelf behind you with one arm on either side of your face. "That's cute. Real cute." He dipped his head and leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours. "Since when did you become such a smartass?"

"I was always a smartass. That's why we're friends, remember?"

Your sentence seemed to strike a chord in Minho. He straightened slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Is that what we are, (Y/N)? Friends?"

Surely, you were more than that. It was obvious both of you were attracted to one another. Though you tried play hard-to-get, you knew he knew you were into him. How could you not be? Minho had charmed you from the day the two of you met and it killed you that he had such a profound effect on you.

"Among other things."

Minho cracked the grin you've always loved and grabbed your chin, tipping your head back slightly. His eyes seemed to see right through yours, inside your head, reading every single one of your thoughts about him. Your mind kept going back to how the two of you had almost kissed in the kitchen a few days earlier and how you'd pulled away before your lips could meet to tease him. Yet the tables had turned, and now Minho was the one who was driving you over the edge.

Kiss me, you pleaded silently.

And as if he heard you, he lowered his mouth until it almost touched yours — and you could feel his breath on your lips — and you wanted to taste him so badly —

And then he pulled away just as quickly.

"Payback's a bitch," he said as he disappeared out the door with a sly wink.

(20th July, 2020)