A/N: IM BACK!!!! sorry I've been gone awhile, I was going to start writing last month but the school started and all that AND as an apology I will be doing kinktober for the first time! (let me know if i made any errors)
PAIRING: gn!reader x minho
SUMMARY: Minho came back from the maze with a sprained ankle after running into a griever.
WARNINGS: nun but a little spice and Minho being down bad
You were in the Medhut organizing the new supplies that came up the box, while Jeff and Clint were lying on the beds.
You sighed, turning towards them “Could you guys at least help me?”
Jeff propped his head on his arm, turning towards you “We could”
Clint sat up as he added “But we don't want to”
You rolled your eyes as you turned around to continue organizing when you heard the beds creek behind you.
You turned around to see Jeff and Clint had stood up from their previous positions, their eyes on the door.
You followed their gaze to see Ben with his arm around Minho.
Instantly, you all rushed to action, helping Ben get Minho to one of the beds.
After you all laid him down, you went to grab some supplies and came back to see Minho trying to get up.
Jeff lightly pushed him, his head hitting the pillow again “You need to lay down”.
He rolled his eyes “I'm fine”.
“If you were, you wouldn't be here,” You countered “Is there anything that hurts?”
“No, because like I said before—I'm fine”
“What happened out there?” Clint said.
“We were doing our normal run then a shucking griever came out of nowhere” Ben explained “We ran hoping to lose it so we don't lead it here” Ben gestured towards Minho “We turned a corner and this shank tripped on a vine”
Jeff made a move to touch Minho’s ankle but Minho slapped his hand away.
“I can’t look at your ankle if you don’t let me touch you” Jeff snapped.
Minho glared at Jeff “I don’t shucking trust you”
Jeff scoffed then turned to you asking “You got this, right?” before he and Clint dashed out of the Medhut.
You sighed, turning to look at Ben with a pleading look.
He locked eyes with you before saying “Look, I would stay, but I have to go map.”
You sighed as you watched him leave.
As you were grabbing supplies, you felt Minho's gaze on you.
Once you turned around you made eye contact. Flustered, you look away as you set the supplies on the table next to Minho’s bed.
Helping Minho sit at the edge of the bed, you grabbed a chair and sat facing the edge of the bed, carefully taking his ankle and placing it in your lap.
You reached to the table by the bed and grabbed a pack of ice, carefully placing it on his ankle, earning a hiss from Minho.
You look up at him, apologizing “Sorry, tell me if I'm applying too much pressure”
He gave you a nod, watching you adjust the ice pack to a different part of his ankle.
After a moment of silence, you ask “Are you okay?”
“Honestly, I thought I wasn’t gonna make it,” He said with a sad smile on his face,” I told Ben to run, but that idiot shank helped me. But then again who could leave the most handsome glader behind?” he said, causing you both to laugh.
You were relieved that nothing worse happened to him. You would never admit it but you had a crush on Minho. You didn't know if it was the way he always asked you how your day was, or how he always helped you carry the new supplies to the Medjack hut.
Newt knew about your crush on Minho—well everyone did but you only admitted it to him—and he encouraged you to confess. But you never did because—truth be told— you were scared of being rejected and potentially ruining your friendship if he didn't feel the same way.
You had your suspicions at times that he felt the same, considering the amount of time you had caught him looking at you but you always thought it was nothing.
You began to wrap his ankle, trying not to put too much pressure—when a hiss escaped his lips.
Your eyes shot up to his, quickly apologizing “Sorry, I’ll be more careful”
You expected him to nod or give you an “Okay” but instead, a smile reached his lips, and he let out a small laugh.
“I'm kidding, lighten up,” he said.
“Very funny shank, you're lucky it wasn't worse.” You retorted as you finished wrapping his ankle. “Be more careful out there”, you said, getting up and placing his ankle on the chair you were sitting on.
He smirked, looking up at you, “I will”
After gabbing supplies to clean his cuts, you stood in between his legs. You put one of your hands on his jaw, turning his head slightly to the side.
You began carefully cleaning his cuts, too focused to notice his eyes on you.
He loves watching you worry over him and how gently you are when cleaning his wounds. And he especially loves the way you tilt your head back when you laugh, and how your smile instantly energizes him after a long day of running. To put it simply, he was…in love.
You being this close to him makes him want nothing more than to kiss you but he had to take it slow—after all, he wasn't completely sure you liked him. So instead he let his hands rest on your hips.
This action made you instantly aware of the situation, your breath hitched as your eyes locked
His hand reached up and cupped your cheek.
You let out a whisper, “Minho..” but it came out as a plea.
As his name left your lips, his heart began to beat faster and faster as your face grew closer. The smell of grass, wood, and a hint of sweat filled your nostrils.
Then he kisses you, tasting the sweetness of your lips, he never wants to stop. It went from a passionate kiss to something more. It was as if he’d gotten something he’d longed, craved, and ached for.
You both came up for air, his eyes searching for any sign of regret before hungrily pressing his lips against yours.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, causing you to let out a gasp of surprise.
You could feel his lips turning up into a smirk as you attached your hands to his hair, tugging on it.
He let out a groan, his hands sliding under your top, grazing your bare hip.
Tugging you forward, your legs moving between his. You feel his hard erection press against your pants.
You move your hand into his pants and begin palming his erection gaining a whimper in response.
You suddenly become aware of your surroundings, making you realize anyone could walk at any time.
You pull away “Minho..we can’t, not now.”
He looked up at you with passion, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.
“Please (Y/N)..” he pleaded, that only made you want to give in but you knew you couldn't— at least not now.
“It's not that I don't want to, it's just that anyone could walk in on us.”
His grip on your bare hips tightened, “So let them, they’ll know you’re mine—you always were.”
You rolled your eyes, stepping away but couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your lips, “Come on Minho, you need to get some rest”
A frown places itself on his lips, “But I don't want to rest—I want you”
You gave him a quick kiss before carefully moving his leg off the chair and onto the bed.
“Get some rest Minho, please” you begged, knowing how hard-headed he was.
A defeated sigh escaped his lips. Just as you were helping him lay down the door to the Medhut opened.
Newt, Jeff, and Clint walked through the door stopping at Minho’s bed.
Rolling his eyes he asked, “What do you shanks want?”
Jeff opened his mouth but quickly closed it before sending a pleading look to Clint and Newt.
Neat sighed as he stepped forward and began,” Minho, you’re going to have to take a few days off— maybe even a week.”
As soon as the words left his mouth Minho sat up from the bed, getting ready to leave.
“You can't run like this”
Everyone began protesting at once, going to lay Minho back down.
He turned his head to Newt, “You can't be serious, I have to run.”
“But you can't Minho.” Newt protested.
“Come on Newt, we both know that once you leave here I'm going to find a way into that maze”
“That's why (Y/N) is going to take care of you and make sure you’re not going anywhere near that maze.”
Your eyes widened at the next set of information, “Why me?”
“Because while he's not letting Jeff or Clint lay a hand on him, he seems to have no problem with you touching him,” he said, gesturing to his bandaged ankle.
“I don't need a babysitter,” Minho said coldly
“Really?” Newt said, slightly amused. “You’re the one who said you'll head straight into the maze as soon as we leave.”
He stared at a defeated Minho before adding,” Stay and rest or you'll be taking more than a few days off.”
He glanced at Minho one last time before he, Jeff, and Clint made their way out of the Medhut.
You glanced down at Minho with pity, you knew how badly he wanted to find an exit.
“Minho I know you want to find an exit but we can't have our keeper of the runners run with a sprained ankle.”
You wrapped your arms around him, his head nestled into your neck.
Pulling away you said,” Get some rest”
He shuffled to the left side of the bed, patting the space next to him,” Lay with me?”
Nodding, you lay down next to him. He moves his hand to your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling his head into your neck, inhaling your scent.
And you both fell asleep holding each other.
lmk what you think and if i should do a part 2 !!
