TMR Imagines & Preferences

This imagine was requested by @Dylan_1998. Hope you enjoy it, and I'm so sorry for uploading this so late ): Hope you aren't too upset x

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*Greenie alarm*

"It's that time of the month again." Minho joked as he and Teresa jogged out of the Homestead, along with the other Gladers who wanted to meet the monthly Greenie.

"Shut up." Teresa laughed and playfully hit Minho on the arm.

Once they got to the Box, Minho and Gally opened the metal crate, and Minho jumped in.

By the corner of the Box was a girl. She looked quite young with her small petite figure. Minho slowly approached her, and tapped her shoulder. The girl opened her previously squinted eyes, and jumped slightly at his sudden presence.

"W-who are you?" She stammered, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm Minho, welcome to the Glade." He smiled, which brought a warm fuzzy feeling in the girl's stomach.

"Do you remember anything?" Minho asked, moving away from her a little so that she could relax a bit more.

"No, but I think I remember my name... Edith." She said, hugging her knees.

"Okay then, Edith. Let me help you get out of here." Minho said, outsretching his arm, which Edith gratefully took, and they were heaved out by a rope that was being pulled by the other Gladers.

As soon as they were on the grass, Edith looked rather intimidated by the amount of males. Teresa stepped closer to them, and she let out a sigh of relief knowing that there was another girl.

Minho led her to the Homestead, where she, Minho, Alby, Newt and Teresa (so that she could feel more comfortable) stayed, and they talked about whatever Edith remembered, which mostly consisted of her emotions in the Box and her name.

"You okay?" Minho asked her, handing her a glass of water. She showed a small grateful smile and nodded, taking the glass from Minho's hand and gladly drinking the cold fluid.

"Thanks." She murmured, and they all left the Homestead shortly after.

Edith sat down by a tree near some hammocks by the Deadheads, and tried to take it all in. She was in a Glade, which was in the middle of a Maze. She gazed around her, and stared in awe at the four, tall walls that surrounded her. The Gladers were at work— some were by the fields, some were building a fort or fixing a roof, and some were just milling around, a crate or some parcels in their arms.

A boy caught her eye— Minho, the boy who helped her out of the Box. He was running laps around the Glade with whom she remembered as Thomas. Minho. Whenever she looked at him, she felt a warm feeling in her stomach, spreading out to her whole body, which faded when she stopped looking. Did she have... feelings, for him? No, that can't be. They just met a few hours ago. Maybe this was just a small crush, yeah, a small crush.

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As the days went by, that small 'crush' for Minho grew, and whenever she was around him, she'd always be smiling, or acting a bit nervous, which Minho found quite cute.