The Maze Runner: Short Stories and Preferences

You wear his clothes

➖You wear his clothes

Minho-

"What to wear, what you wear" you repeat to yourself, searching through the closet for the millionth time, trying to find an outfit for the day. Running your hand through your hair, you closes your eyes. Hopeless, you walk over to the bedroom, but eye the flannel shirt Minho has thrown on the bed. You close your eyes a moment and make a quick decision, you grab black rights from the closet then pull it along with the red flannel shirt. You take a quick look in the mirror and turn to see Minho, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, droplets of water glistening his chest. He smiles at the sight if what your wearing

"How in the world you you look cuter than I do in my own clothes?" You grin at him

"It's a talent"

Thomas-

"Babe" he rushes into the room, a frantic expression on his face "have you seen my..... Shoes." The question ends as a statement as he stares at your feet, his shoes comfortably hugging them. He looks back up, meeting your eyes and you smiles sheepishly

"Liking me shoes?" He smirks, a smile tugging at the corners if his mouth.

"Your boxers are even better" you giggle, beckoning him to look at your hips, where a pair of black boxers rest. He chuckle and walks behind you. His muscular arms wrap around your waist and he lifts you up, spinning you around. Before he sits you down his whispers in your ear

"As much as I'd love to stay and stare at how sexy you look in my clothes, I'm late for training so..." You kick off his shoes, Turing to kiss him goodbye. "You can take off my boxers later" you wink cheekily as he laughs, shuffling out if the room, him flustered in the thought of you in his boxers

Alby-

You groggily get up from the bed, shielding your eyes from the sunlight creeping through the blinds. You grab the shirt closet to you, slowly slipping it on over your underwear. You smile as you realise it's ably's shirt, much to large for you. As you walk into the kitchen, you hear a small groan. You turn to see Alby, hair was disheveled from sleep. "You look irresistible right now." He whispers, his voice hoarse from unuse. You smile in reply, placing a cup of coffee in the microwave. Alby tugs at your hand, pulling you into his embrace. He secures his left hand around your waist, the other hand griping your own tightly.

"Irresistible" he repeats kissing you lightly around the face and neck. Both if you sway in his hums, slow dancing, for what seemed like an eternity; coffee long forgotten.

Newt

You sigh in relief as you was into Newt's room, happy to be out if the rain. You look down at your clothes, drenched in the water pouring quickly outside. You groan as you look through the closet for something to change into. After a few unsuccessful minutes of searching, you grab a pair of Newt's sweatpants and red hoodie instead. You take a short shower and slip into his clothes. You walk back in his bedroom as the door opens, revealing Newt

"Hey Y/N do you want- wow." He enters the room, eyes widening from get he sees

"Yeah?" You raise your eyebrows

"You look wow" he simply says, greeting you with a kiss

"I'm wearing sweats, Newt. Not much wow about that" you giggle wounding your arms around his neck.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out for dinner, but you know what? I think I'd rather stay here with you" he says and kisses you passionately.