The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine

"Quick get him in!" The voices are deep and masculine. I open the doors to the homestead just in time for them to run in. Minho was being carried by them. I tried to get a look at him, but they moved too fast.

I motioned for them to set him on the bed by the window. Me being a medjack and all, I would have to look after him, which I didn't mind.

Once they moved, I could clearly see Minho. His shirts had rips in it, revealing the blood coated skin underneath. He let groans and screams escape his lips, I couldn't imagine the pain he was going through. There was a bunch of supplies in the closet that I didn't hesitate to pull out. I got a bowl and filled it with water, dipping a rag in it. Slowly, I approached the bed Minho was laying on.

"Shh." I urged. "You're safe now. It's ok." I continued to sooth him as I dabbed his forehead with the wet cloth, using my fingers to move his hair out of the way. His breathing slowed as he grabbed my arm, giving it a squeeze before passing out. I let out a sigh of relief as I slowly unbutton his shirt, being as gentle as I can. He had numerous cuts all over his body and lots of bruises. It was nothing too major.

I cleaned the cuts up quick, trying not to get distracted by his six pack. I cleaned up all the supplies, and sat on the edge of the bed Minho was sprawled across. His dark skin went against the white sheets. He was very handsome. His hair had found its way into closed eyes. I moved my hand up slowly and pulled the hair out. Without thinking, I place my hand on the side of his face and moved my thumb in circles.

"Hey Y/N-" I heard a voice at the door and quickly took my hand off his face and jumped from the bed. Chuck was at the door with a smirk on his face. "Maybe I should pass out more often." He laughed at his own joke as I rolled my eyes.

"Did you need something?" He stopped laughing for a moment before letting out a series of snorts and giggles. My face turned red from the embarrassment. I shoved Chuck out of the door and turned back to Minho. He seemed so peaceful. I heard him moan and roll over a bit, as if he were about to get up. Inching closer to the bed, his eyes started to open. "Good morning." I said with a smile. He smiled back and rubbed his eyes. I helped him sit up and lay against the wall behind him.

"You're a good thing to wake up to." I could myself blush. I went over and sat on the bed. He wrapped an arm around me and put his hand on my cheek, pulling me in so he could kiss my forehead. "Thank you." He said before pulling me into a hug. He smelled like sweat, but I didn't mind. He pulled away and locked eyes with mine. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, more to himself than to me. He pulled my lips in for what was intended to be a soft short kiss, but I pulled him closer.

After a few moments we pulled away and laughed at the realization of what just happened. We lay on the bed together. Just laid there.