The Maze Runner Imagines

Minho [11]

"You're so stupid," Y/N smacked Minho's arm, aggression swelling in her eyes. If Minho didn't know her as well as he did, he'd actually be terrified.

The keeper of the runners scoffed. "You're the one who made the bet with me!"

"Minho!" Y/N snapped. "The bet was to settle whether or not you could run across the Glade in under a minute while carrying me. NOT TO CAUSE A PIG STAMPEDE!"

In frustration, Y/N threw her arms into the air, motioning all across the Glade. In Minho's attempt to sprint his way through the Glade with Y/N in his arms, he may or may not have accidentally taken out one of the pig pen fences. Thus, causing a ravaging stampede of hungry pigs soon to bombard Frypan's kitchen. He and Y/N were both caked in mud and it was only time before Alby hunted them down.

"Okay, listen," Minho clambered closer to Y/N through the mud. If you asked Y/N, a little too close. The runner had a way with always seeming to be up in her face. "We have two options."

"MINHO!" Alby's voice boomed through the air like some high-power coming to condemn him for his crimes.

The sheer force by which Alby hollered Minho's name made his body jolt forwards as if he were taking off to run. But, Y/N was in the way. He took her down, and by the time he opened his eyes, Y/N was already clambering out from beneath him. A new layer of mud was added to her frame, and a completely new look of reproach was added.

Sheepishly, Minho smiled awkwardly, yet apologetically at Y/N before slowly turning his head towards Alby.

"So, before you—"

Alby stopped Minho before he could spew out a mixture of idiocy and wit. "I don't care what happened. Fix this pen and get the pigs back before they tear this place to shreds!"

"Okokokk, but I think you should know it was Y/N. I mean she made me crash into the fence." Minho tried to hold Alby back for an explanation.

"MINHO! What the hell?" She, yet again, punched his arm. "That's not true! You just suck at running in a straight line!"

"Yeah, because I was carrying YOU!" He fought back. "So, this is your fault!"

Alby was about to lose it. "I don't care who's fault it was! Just get it fixed!"

Alby walked away, and once out of earshot, Y/N turned to Minho. She did not look happy. Not in the slightest.

"You..." She growled lowly. "You're a rude, sloppy, arrogant ass!"

"Ah!" Minho cried. "Not true! I am a captivating, strong, confident person who people can't help but get lost staring at."

"You so wish that was true." Y/N clenched her jaw. "Now let's go before Alby banishes us."

A mischievous look grew on Minho's face as he watched Y/N stand, trying desperately to keep her footing in the slippery mud. "What about another bet?"

Y/N sighed in reproach. Yet, she knew she wasn't going to get Minho's help with this mess unless she agreed. "Alright, what?"

Minho chuckled and stood up, towering over the girl. Yet again, to no surprise, standing far too close. "I bet you can't get all of the pigs back before I fix the pen."

Y/N laughed in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You're not a builder, Minho. Do you even know how to use a hammer?"

The boy grew flustered in embarrassment, but remained his composure. "Of course I do. Now you takin' the bet or not?"

"Depends," Y/N crossed her arms. "What's on the line?"

"If I win, you and me are going swimming in the pond later." He smirked. "And if you—"

"You'll do all my laundry and odd chores for a week!" Y/N didn't waste a second in deciding what it was she wanted if she won.

"Hey, hey, Gally." Minho made his way toward the builder, who very obviously wasn't too pleased to see him. "I need your help."

"What'd you break?" Gally groaned, dropping a stack of wood in his arms. Anytime Minho asked for help, Gally knew his plans were going to be halted.

"Noting, well, kinda yes. Ok, I need you to fix the pig pen." Minho pleaded.

Gally shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "Can't you just do it yourself?"

"Pah, no." Minho rolled his eyes. "I need you to fix it whilst I sabotage Y/N."

"Another bet?" Gally asked, unamused. "If that's the case, you've gotta do something for me in return."

Minho knew he was digging himself a deep grave if Y/N someone did manage to get all the pigs back before the pen was fixed. But, it was worth the risk. "I'll do all your laundry and odd chores for a week."

"Alright," Gally seemed intrigued enough. "I'll do it."

"YES!" Minho shouted. In a flash, she sprinted off into the Glade, leaving Gally to fix the pen whilst he did all he could to drive the pigs in the opposite direction without Y/N noticing.

Sure enough, his plan worked. For the most part, that was. Y/N did end up realizing it was Gally who had fixed the pen because it was done by the time she even rounded up the first pig. Once all of the animals were locked away, Y/N found Minho smugly leaning up against one of the trees to her left.

"You used Gally. Again?"

"No rules against it, green bean." He winked. "Let's go!" Being his egotistical self, Minho threw off his muddy shirt and flexed his muscles like he was making his first ever appearance in the Glade.

"You've really got to do that every time?" Y/N fake gaged.

"Duh," Minho mocked. "Now if you don't get moving, I will run across the Glade with you again."

"NO!" Y/N cried. "We are NOT doing that again!"

The runner chuckled and set off towards the pond. It was small and freezing cold, but it was better than spending the rest of the day completely soiled with mud. He might now have been stuck for a week with Gally's chores, but it was worth spending a little extra time with Y/N.