Multi-Fandom One-Shots

Minho- Post Death Cure

I heave in yet another shaky breath as I try to keep up with Minho. We are doing a border patrol, though I don't understand why it has to be in the middle of the night. "Minho, I'm dying. Can we please take a break?" I wheeze.

He glances back to me and slows. "Yeah, sorry," Minho stops, sitting down on a rock.

I sputter a thank you and collapse onto the ground, clutching my side. We sit in silence for a while, letting our bodies rest. Whilst trying to get my heart rate somewhat normal, I let my mind wander. I end up on Minho and I's relationship. It's been a few months since we met, since he saved me, and our friendship has changed. I've noticed him looking at me differently. There's this look in his eye, like he's holding something back.

Of course, I can't judge, my feelings have been changing as well. I'm not blind to the fact that Minho is incredibly attractive. I don't think I'd be able to withhold my feelings if I tried. But I don't know how to act on them. I don't want our relationship to change if he rejects me, but I also don't think I can hold back much longer. I find myself staring at Minho, his sharp features twisted in exhaustion.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you sit with me? It's cold out here," I don't know why I said that, I just want an excuse to be close to him.

He takes one last gulp of water before sitting down next to me on the ground. I lean my head on Minho's shoulder, closing my eyes. "What'd Frypan pack?" He wonders. I shrug my backpack off and hand it to Minho, watching as he unpacks it. "Jerky, fruit, and- ooh! He gave us some peanuts."

I chuckle and open my mouth, allowing Minho to pop a peanut in my mouth. He sets my bag to his side, clearing his lap. On some odd impulse, I swing my leg over Minho's and straddle him. He makes a surprised noise, but doesn't complain. We sit like that for a few minutes, snacking on peanuts and enjoying each other's body heat. Eventually, the peanuts run out, and we still stay there. Minho's hands rest on my wait and mine find his chest.

As we stare into each other's eyes, I shift my lower body, nerves coursing through me. Minho's eyes close and his breath catches in his throat. "Shuck it," he mutters. "Do that again."

"Do what?" I ask, confused.

"T-That thing... with your hips," Minho has a pained look on his face. My brows furrow, and I move my hips again. He lets out a hiss, gripping my waist a little tighter. "Kiss me," Minho grunts, bringing one hand up to my neck.

"W-What?" I giggle, just because I never thought this would happen.

Minho crashes his lips into mine, threading his fingers into my hair. I squeal and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I sit up on my knees and hold Minho's face in my hands, smiling into the kiss. I shift my weight again and Minho moans, bucking his hips slightly. "Oh god, Delilah," he groans, pulling my hair slightly.

One of my hands trails down Minho's magnificently sculpted chest, dipping under his shirt and resting on his bare stomach. Minho breaks our kiss for a second, panting heavily. I giggle quietly.

"What?" A goofy grin spreads across Minho's face.

"Nothing it's just... you run for hours on end and barely break a sweat, but kissing knocks the wind out of you?" I giggle a little harder.

"We all have our talents," Minho defends.

I full out laugh this time, moving my hand up to Minho's chest. "So..." I trail off. Minho shifts under me, hitting a... rather sensitive spot. Which is even more sensitive now due to recent activities. "Oh god," I sputter, closing my eyes and biting my lip. My hand clutches Minho's pec.