The Maze Runner Imagines

Minho [25]

 Minho held his running pack in his hands while the world around him felt like it was crumbling down. Gently, he ran his thumbs over all of the patchwork and uneven lines of stitches. This thing really had been through hell and back with him. The last thing he wanted to do was say goodbye to it. But, that's currently what the people around him were telling him to do.

These people who rescued them from the maze had given them clean clothes and a shower, but in exchange for what? Minho felt like he was losing his identity by being told he couldn't keep this one personal item with him.

All of those hours Y/N had spent mulling over it, fixing all of the holes and tears Minho had purposely created. He didn't do it because he didn't appreciate Y/N's work. It was because it was the only way of getting to see her back in those early days in the Glade.

"Stop being such a big baby and try it on!" Y/N shouted as seriously as she could, but the smile on her face and laughter breaking through the hollers made Minho raise his brows.

The runner tried so hard to pin down the sides of his mouth from lifting into a grin. It was almost painful to hold it back. "No." He replied sternly.

Y/N threw her arms in the air and shot air out of her lungs like a big gust of frustrated wind. "Why not?"

Minho was running out of excuses. He'd spent the past few evenings with Y/N while she made this running pack. Each day, he was able to come up with adjustments she should make so that he'd have to come back the next day. Now, he couldn't come up with anything. But, he didn't want this evening routine with her to end.

Minho leaned back where he sat and smirked a little. "You know...if I put this thing on, there's no going back."

Confusion crossed Y/N's face and she jut her head forward as if asking for a little more elaboration. "What do you mean?!"

Standing up, the runner stepped close to Y/N and crossed his arms. "I might just become irresistible. I'll look like such a pro, you'll faint."

"Oh. Ah huh. We'll see about that." Y/N smacked his arms away from being crossed in front of his chest and handed him the pack. "Now just put it on so I can see if there's anything I need to change!"

The second he put on that pack, Y/N had been called away, off on some important business for Alby. In that moment though, Minho knew he was never letting this pack go. It seemed stupid to already be so attached to something so small and insignificant. This pack served as more than just a piece of important equipment for the maze. It was his reminder for why he needed to be careful and why he could never stop running until he made it back to the Glade each night.

Though Minho had lost his evening visits with Y/N , he still found ways around getting to see her. More often than not, that meant damaging his own pack so he'd need to have it repaired. It flooded him with guilt each time he tore some seams or poked holes, but it was all well worth it in the end.

After a few weeks of the mysterious pack complications, Y/N was getting annoyed. Sure, she was quite happy to keep seeing Minho frequently, but it was getting out of hand. 

Today, Minho was bothering Y/N to no end. Of course it was all in good fun, but that didn't mean Y/N wasn't going to get back at Minho for it. So, while working on his pack, she up and left the room, running across the Glade to find Alby. Minho chased after her.

"Alby!" Y/N ran up to Alby, trying to catch her breath. "Can you please tell Minho to stop ruining the things I make for him?? Honestly, this was supposed to be indestructible. I mean, look at Bens! It's still perfect!" She held up the ragged running pack to Alby's face.