The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

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This is another Imagine from my Tumblr
I hope you enjoy reading it asuch as I did writing it ^__^

You woke up, taking a few short moments to get used to the light. You then realised there was a major lack of light to get used to. You appeared to be in a box-like contraption, surrounding you with smaller boxes.
You knew you shouldn't have been there, you couldn't remember why, you just knew. You then released you couldn't remember anything else either. There was only one thought you managed to grasp hold of: Y/N.

You screamed for help, hitting your hand on the side as you did so. Desperate to get out.

Suddenly the box jolted to a halt and you looked up, the top opened up. First a load of light came to your view, followed by a large group of boys, not much older than you, some perhaps younger. But how old were you?

A tall slightly darker skinned boy jumped down, he put out his hand to you, you took it and he helped you up on to your feet. His dark silky hair seemed so perfect, his eyes gave nothing away and saw everything. He wore a blue shirt, cargo trousers, boots, and a backpack. He smiled charmingly, "I'm Minho, can you tell me your name?"
You changed your gaze to the other boys, all eyes were on you. "Y/N..." You said quietly, still scared and yet too scared to ask anything.
"That's a beautiful name, this is the Glade. Newt and Alby over there normally give the tour but I think I can handle this one." He winked so only you notice and you smiled a little. Feeling more at ease.
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*1 and a halfMonths Later*
You and Minho had been running partners for nearly three weeks. You were on your usual route. Without warning he stopped and swiveled round to face you, causing you to very nearly walk into him. "Minho! Couldn't have warmed me could you?" You laughed. "I can't do this anymore Y/N." No ho spoke fast and clear, his eyes never leaving your gaze. "Do what?"
"You know why I decided we should have running partners instead of staying solo?" He asked, smirking a little. "Because it wasn't safe. You told Alby-"
"Yeah but that wasn't my main reason. Honestly... I just wanted to be with you. I hated having to run a different route to you. Being away from you, not knowing if you were okay or not." He paused for breath and you were smiling shyly, fidgeting with your fingers. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, you looked up at this and he was still smirking. You nodded and neither of you hesitated, you leaned in and your lips collided. He held you close, his hands on your shoulders and you hugged him round his back tightly. You were kissing and it felt amazing.
You released, both grinning at each other. "Can I kiss you again?" He asked.
"Sorry maybe next year." You joke, freeing yourself from his grip and about to head off. You shrieked as he pulled your mouth back to his, you were kissing again and it felt even better.

*1 Month Later*
You were last (as usual) cleaning up in the maproom. You hummed to yourself quietly, it was nice to be alone in the Glade sometimes.
"Evening." Minho winked.
"Ugh I have work you know, we can do stuff after I'm nearly done." You mumble.
"No one told me it was national Grumpy day..." Minho joked, he was only joking but you couldn't help but frown. "Like I said, when I'm done." You remind him sternly.
"Well maybe I don't want to hang around with you in a mood like that?" Minho admitted lightheartedly.
"Well then don't." You suggest -annoyed.
"Oh come on Y/N I'm only teasing, of course
I wanna hang around with you."
"Will you make up your mind?!" You shouted, throwing your arms up with frustration.
"What is it with you today?" Minho asked, half laughing. "Me? Remember yesterday? When you were being a huge shank?"
"Oh come on, hardly! I was just in a bad mood." Minho protested.
" Same here." You say, going out of the map room to the homestead. "See you then?" Minho suggested. You rolled your eyes and carried on.

The homestead was empty and it would stay that way for another half hour or so. Everyone was busy working. You began to tidy up some supplies and tried to help out where you could around the room.
These squabbles had been happening for quite some time now.

You then felt two strong yet gentle arms hug you from behind and lips kissed your neck softly. His head leaned on your shoulder and twirled you round to face him. "What's wrong sweetie?" Minho asked, his hands resting in your shoulders. "I'm just stressed out." You say, your eyes looking everywhere but Minho's gaze. "Hey, come one, everyone gets stressed out in this place. And I haven't exactly been helping," you shoot him a raised-eyebrow-look and he smiled sheepishly before carrying on "We're both stressed out. And I know I'm sorry." Minho said, taking a step forward, his hands moving from your shoulders to your sides. He pulled you in close, on the verge of a kiss. "Question is, are you sorry?" He asks, smirking. You smirk back "Maybe I am."
Minho moved so his forehead was resting on yours. "How about now?"
"Well I'm not so sure-"
Without warning Minho literally swept you off your feet, you shrieked, followed by laughter and he was holding you proudly. You put your hands round his neck and smiled at him, he smiled back. "You sorry now?" He grinned.
"Sorry." You grin back.
Minho placed you on the bed and perched next to you. He placed his arms round you and leaned you in for a long passionate kiss.