Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)
Summary: (Request) So, the reader is Minho's girlfriend and when they get out of the maze and she sees all those people and some beautiful girls she gets insecure thinking Minho could fall in love for another girl. - Anonymous
Pairing: TMR Minho x Female!Reader
Warnings/Rated: Insecurities, concerned friends/boyfriend and fluff.
My fingers drum against the table as I watch a group of girls prance over where some of the boys from the glade are sitting. The girls are very beautiful and I can't help but watch how they interact with the gladers.
Specifically my boyfriend, Minho.
We've been here for a few days after having escaped the maze. Everything seemed alright. Well, that was until I realized there were more than one group that went through the tests.
I've barely seen my boyfriend since the maze. He always seems busy and when he's not, he's usually surrounded by others - especially girls. "Y/n, are you okay?" Newt asks.
"What? Oh - Yeah, I'm fine." I reply. Newt is one of my best friends and we've been sticking together these past few days. He's always reassuring and I can talk to him about my feelings without worrying it'll get back to the boys.
"Is it Minho and the girls again?" He asks, knowing that's what's on my mind. I nod, looking down at my tray of food. "Y/n, you need to stop stressing yourself out."
All I can do is nod and try smiling. I don't know why it's getting to me, I know Minho loves me. Still, I can't help but feel uncomfortable. I excuse myself and walk through the doors, into the halls. Once I make my way to the room, I lock myself in the bathroom.
Shakily, I turn on the faucet and splash water on my face to cool down. When I look up, I'm met with my reflection. I had never really given my appearance much thought before but now I can't help stare.
Slowly, I critique my features and shape, comparing it to the girls around here. I'm not unattractive but I'm not as pretty as them. Not shaped like them. Not like them.
Maybe I'm letting this all get to my head and overthinking things. Sighing, I unlock the door and return to the room that our group shares. No one's around since they're eating dinner.
I rejoin everyone in the cafeteria and Minho sees me. He smiles brightly before waving me over to where he's made room for me to sit. Without hesitation, I go to him and accept his invitation.
"Hey, y/n." He smirks, grabbing my hand underneath the table. When things like this happen, all of my worries seem to wash away. I feel at home with him nearby.
"Hey, Min." I blush. His hand gives mine a light squeeze before he continues talking and I felt a bit embarrassed over my jealousy. Eh, I did until one of the girls with red hair comes up and hugs him from behind.
"Minho! I haven't gotten to talk to you today, I missed you!" She exclaims, not even glancing my way.
"Yeah, I had a lot of things to sort out. Sorry about that. Clare - this is my girlfriend, y/n." He introduces us. She looks at me and forces a smile. They proceed to talk about their day, laughing every so often.
I suddenly don't feel so stupid for the feelings I encountered. Not being able to take it much longer, I stand up and move to sit by Thomas. He's talking to a girl too but it doesn't bother me.
However, it seems he notices that somethings wrong because he soon dismisses the girl and turns to me. "What's wrong, y/n?" There's concern in his voice but I just shake my head.
He continues to look at me and it only takes a few seconds for him to notice my glances. Thomas sighs before standing. "Let's go for a walk."
After a while, we're far enough away from listening ears and Thomas begins. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asks and I wince internally.
"Don't call me that..." I quietly tell him. He questions my meaning and I start to feel sick. "I'm not pretty, Thomas." I painfully say.
Gently, his hand pulls me to a stop. "Says who?"
"Ha, no one has to say it! Anybody in this shucking place can look around and see it!! Even the way you guys react to me compared to the other girls, it's obvious..."
Thomas looks sad. "Y/n, you're very pretty. We all think so but we react differently with you because you're our friend. You're also Minho's girlfriend."
My eyes dart to the floor and I feel like crying. "For now." I whisper. He doesn't hear me so I just shrug it off. I don't think he buys it but he continues to walk with me. Despite his attempt at reassurance, I still feel insecure.
The next day, after many tests and interviews with the workers here, we sit down in a big room that acts like a living room for those from the maze's. My legs are draped over Minho's lap and his hand is resting on my knee.
I'm watching as they play a card game but also quietly discussing their suspicions of this place. "Guys, something just doesn't feel right. When they call names to leave, they never come back." Thomas whispers to us.
"There's a kid named Aris who's been here longer than anyone. Maybe he knows what's going on." Frypan offers, gesturing to a boy sitting in a group with girls.
"Oh, hey. I know him." I speak up. The boys are looking at me with curiosity. "We've been tested together in the lab. You know how that is - It gets rather boring." I explain.
Newt is the first one to chime in. "Do you think he'd talk to us, y/n?"
I shrug, "Only one way to find out." I say, getting off Minho and walking over to the group. "Hey, Aris!" I greet and he does the same. I then ask him if I could borrow him for a second.
Once he steps away from the group a bit, I ask him if he'd go talk to my friends. He agrees, smiling at me. I'm about to follow him when I hear my boyfriends name being mentioned.
Slowing to a stop, I search and see a group of girls sitting on the floor and giggling. Crouching down, I pretend to tie my shoe and hide behind the couch. "Minho is gorgeous!", "An absolute daydream!", "I'm going to ask him out!" Several voices cry.
Then I recognize the next voice, making my body still. "You can't. He has some ugly chick as his girlfriend but that'll be over soon. He didn't have options in the maze but now he does. It won't take him long to decide." Clare's voice rings out.
Tears spring to my eyes and I realize the truth in their words. He does have more and better options now. Without another glance, I rush out of the room and down the corridor. Turning wherever my feet take me, I just don't want to be here anymore.
You're not important to him, y/n. He's barely spoken to you in days! Just accept that it was great while it lasted...As this last thought passes through, I abruptly stop my feet and slide down the nearest wall.
Strangely, tears don't fall. I feel sad, like I'm not here. I don't feel like myself. Minho and I have been together for two years, I can't imagine life without him. I don't remember a life before him, literally.
"Y/n! Y/n, where are you!?" I hear, called in the near distance. Minho... The calls come closer and I know he's soon upon me. Even so, I don't say anything because I'm too exhausted.
The clap of feet come to a stop and I feel a presence lingering over me. "Y/n...What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks but I can't bring myself to look up at him. To look at the boy I've fallen hopelessly in love with.
I feel strong arms wrap around my limbs, picking me up and setting me on his lap. He doesn't say anything, he just holds me and I feel his warm breath fanning on my scalp.
We sit there for what feels like hours before he says anything. "Whatever's hurting you, please tell me how to fix it. What can I do to take your sadness away?" He asks and his hand strokes my hair.
Sighing, I finally look up at him. "Min, I don't think it can be fixed. I'm just not good enough." I say, weakly.
"What?" He breathes out, completely at a loss.
"Come on. You know it as much as I do. There's beautiful girls everywhere and you're stuck with me. I'm not pretty like them or nicely shaped like them. I'm not like them...."
Minho sits there in silence, not being able to believe what I'm saying. "Just forget it. It's not important." I whisper, feeling beyond uncomfortable in this situation. I go to stand up but his arms tighten around my waist, pulling me firmly against him.
"That's total klunk, y/n." He says, irritation in his voice. "You're right, you're not like them. You're not pretty, you're absolutely shucking beautiful! You're too good for me and I wonder every day how I got so lucky."
"And don't tell me to forget it because I will never disregard what you're feeling. Never. Because it's always important to me. You're important. You're the most important thing in my life and I won't ever stop until I convince you of that." He says, all irritation dissipated and replaced with love.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I look at him and his thumb swipes it away, caressing my skin in the process. "Min, I love you. I'm sorry that I got so insecure."
He smiles lovingly at me, "I love you so much, y/n. So shucking much. It's okay. I'm sorry that I couldn't reassure you sooner." He tells me.
We stare at each other while just holding one another. His hand is still on my face but soon it's pulling me to him. The other hand resting on my hip as he snakes his arm around me.
Our lips soon meet and my hands reach up, tangling themselves in this hair. It's not a rushed kiss. It's gentle, slow but filled with so much love that it takes my breath away.
Too soon, we pull away for air but his lips trail down my jaw before he rests is face in the crook of my neck. He's hugging me. There's nothing heated or forced in his actions, he's simply enjoying how we feel pressed up against each other.
In our situation, we could be separated any day. These are the moments we need to cherish, together. Eventually, we stand up and walk back to the common room.
All the boys wonder where we were but Thomas smiles at me, knowing that whatever happened had fixed my sour mood. When we were walking back, I had told Minho about how my insecurities had built up the past several days.
He promised that I'd never lose him and that he will not tolerate anyone putting me down. As if on Que, Clare walks over and smiles at him. "Minho, where have you been? We were looking for you." She says, batting her eyelashes.
Before I can even conjure a feeling in my body, I'm instantly reassured. "I was out with my girlfriend, Y/n. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He says, rather loudly.
I'm about to smile at her shocked expression but I'm interrupted when his lips find mine once again. He makes a show out of it, as if to tell everyone that I'm his and he's mine.
When he pulls back, both of us smiling, Clare is gone and sitting with her group again. Minho plops back down on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. "Show off." I tease.
"That's me!" He grins at me. "You're the love of my life, the importance in my life and I'll protect you with my life." He whispers in my ear and I lean back into him, whispering 'I love you'.
We turn our attention back to the boys and Aris as they discuss what to do. The future terrifies me and I can't help but worry as I look at my friends. Feeling Minho's firm grip on me makes me smile.
No matter what happens - being here with the ones I love most in the world and cherishing every moment we have together is what's important.
A/N: Hope you guys liked it! (Especially the anon who requested it.) Requests are still open so send me an idea if you want a story! Thank you all so much for the support, it means a lot. - Ellie-Mae
