The Maze Runner Imagines

The Truth//Gally

Prompt: It's always best to tell the truth, especially if it's about how you feel for someone else.

Requested by anonymous.

"So, Y/N..." Minho leans against the entrance to the Med-jack hut as Clint bandages up your hand and wrist. "How'd you hurt your hand?" He waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you roll your eyes at him instead of giving him the time-of-day.

Clint remains silent, but you know he secretly wants in on this gossip too.

Minho grins, "Fine, don't tell me... I already know anyway."

You glare over at him, your whole arm twitching in anticipation to use your hand again, right on Minho's jaw. He notices your distress and decides to keep pushing it.

"Want me to refresh your memory?"

You go to leap from your chair when Clint anticipates your move, holding you down instead, "Please Y/N, don't go injuring your hand even further."

You ignore Clint but stop struggling against his hold, instead you just continue to death glare Minho. "If you speak one more word, I swear—"

"You swear? To do what?" He taunts, an amused grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. You wish you could just tell him to piss off, but after your little outburst earlier... well, let's just say you're definitely on thin ice. And he must know it.

"Just slim it, Minho."

He smiles victoriously, and Clint finishes off the bandaging. You push yourself off the chair, inspecting your wrapped-up hand. You wince slightly at the dull ache, but you'll just have to push past it for now.

Minho steps in closer, "Want me to kiss it better?" There's a glint in his eye, and you stare at him already knowing what he's going to say next, "Or should I ask someone else to..."

"Alright, Minho," you proceed to shove him outside the hut with your other hand, "stop talking before I seriously hurt you."

Minho stumbles back a little, still smiling, "Hurt me, what, with your injured hand?"

You cross your arms over your chest, "Can you just quit it already?"

"Can you—" He goes to say something else as witty as usual but stops short as his eyes widen. You follow his gaze and tense up immediately, a nervous pace to your heartbeat.

Minho pipes up immediately, of course, "Gally! Hi!" Smiling a toothy grin, you wish you could just smack it right off his face.

Gally eyes Minho for a second before nodding at him, and then his green eyes travel to yours right after, "Y/N," his rough voice is familiar to you, but there's something different about the way he says your name this time around. And his face... Bruised, a purple and green colour decorating his right eye. He pauses, halting right in front of you, "About before..."

You quickly interject as the nerves overwhelm you, "That guy's a jerk, I've been waiting for a while to teach him a lesson." You ignore the look Minho gives you out from the corner of your eye.

Gally blinks, a sudden understanding seeping into his eyes, "Right... of course, well, thanks anyway." He turns to go, and you see a hardened frown replacing the thoughtful expression from before.

Minho quickly nudges your shoulder, "Seriously? You've been waiting to smack that guy in the face for a while now? Man, you're a bad liar, you didn't even know that guy."

You shrug him off, "Whatever." You watch after Gally as he disappears into the Med-jack hut, so Clint can tend to his wounds too.

Minho shakes his head as he walks away, "Man, you got it bad..."