Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines (Will Edit Soon)

Another Glader Hits On You

Minho

"...and always bring back hope" Minho said as I and 2 other boys stood in a line, waiting for our runner training to begin.

"So y/n, can you please repeat what I just said?" He said looking at me. Klunk. I was too busy looking at how his lips move, his stern expression and how hot he looks in the t-shirt he was wearing. He had taken a day off to train me and two other boys to become runners. God. Why do I have a crush on him? But the way his muscles show through his t-shi...

"Y/N!" Minho said, irritated.

"Y-yes?" I stammered looking down.

"I asked you to do something" He said folding his arms. Oh his muscles. If only I could-

"You want to become a runner or no?" He said, his voice rising.

"I do" I whispered, clearly embarrassed.

"Then can you please repeat what are the runners' golden rules?" He said running a hand through his hair. If only I could also play with his hair. And if I could kiss those soft lips. And then we would have some alone time in his room where he would whisper sexy things in my ear making me moan.

"I don't remember" I said snapping out of my perverted thoughts.

The other two snickered and he sighed.

"Y/n... I don't know... Just... We'll continue training tomorrow. I just want to rest for now" He said turning around.

"Great y/n. You know how to piss him off and get a day off" Steve, who was standing beside me laughed.

"Shut up before I kill you" I said playfully punching him.

"You're gonna kill me?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Oh yeah, I can" I said flipping my hair.

"Then catch me first" he said running off. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

He led me towards the deadheads and suddenly stopped.

"Scared of me huh?" I said catching my breath and leaning onto a tree for support.

"Not at all" he said coming close.

"As if" I said smirking.

"Oh really?" He said, and then I realized he was dangerously close and I was stuck between him and the tree.

"Steve, stop it" I said laughing nervously.

"Oh come on y/n. I know you can't resist me" He said smirking and tilting my head to one side.

"Steve I don't-" my protest was cut off by him placing his lips on mine. Not that he was being ruff, but he wasn't kind either. I tried to push him off but he was a rock compared to my tiny frame. Then he became rough. He started touching me in all the wrong places. I pushed him off even more. Screamed whenever I could just hoping someone would hear me.

"Get off her slinthead!" I heard Minho growl and the next moment Steve was off me.

Minho tackled him to the ground and then kicking him on his thigh. Steve was nothing compared to Minho.

I started screaming for help and soon enough Newt and Alby came and separated Minho and Steve.

Alby took Steve to the slammer and Newt decided to leave us alone.

After some awkward silence Minho finally spoke up.

"That guy is not becoming a runner. Neither are you" He said looking straight at me.