Hey Guys!
Sorry for the inactivity as of recently, I’ve been really busy with school work and midterms but I am working on the Minho Imagine when I can! I hope you guys will like it~
I thought that I’d give you guys a little snippet of the beginning of the imagine to make up for the wait until exams are over and I have more time to write xD
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“Alright Greenie, you with Y/N today.” You had just walked into the Map Room when you heard Minho pass Thomas on to you. You shot Minho an appointed look to which he just raised an eyebrow at you, challenge to argue with him. Knowing that you wouldn’t win, you sighed and pinching the bridge of your nose. Great, an extra 100 plus pounds to slow you down.
From what you heard around the Glade, Thomas was a talker, always asking questions first before actually listening. You took in a deep breath before slowly exhaling, it was going to be a long day.
Thomas was staring at Minho with a slight frown on his face. “Why? Isn’t the Keeper of the Runners supposed to be training me?”
You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him not entirely liking the tone of his voice when he said that. “What’s wrong with me?”
Your temper was running thin, this always happened whenever someone new came to the Glade. They assumed just because you were a girl that you weren’t as capable as everyone else. They always half expected you to just lounge around the Glade and do nothing because you weren’t as strong as the others. It didn’t bother you too much the first couple times but as the months rolled by, it soon became to be very irritating. You grew to hate being underestimated but seeing their faces when you proved that you in fact could do as much work if not more than they could was always satisfying.
Thomas looked back at you, his lips were pursed together as if he were holding back from saying something before he opened his mouth to try to explain it to you. “Nothing! Its just- listen Y/N-”
"No. You listen here, Greenie.” You kept your voice low and jabbed your finger into the center of his chest. “I’ve been in the Glade just as long as Minho. Worked just as hard as he did. Know the Maze just as well as he does. The only reason he’s the Keeper of the Runners is because he has the patience to deal with sIitheads like you. I’ll tell you this just once, if you run my patience thin, don’t think I won’t leave you in the Maze for the Grievers.“ You gave him a harsh shove back before turning to leave the room, your hair whipping behind you.
You just had to piss her off didn’t you?” Minho sighed, no longer looking at the maps before him.
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Please oh please oh please tell me what you think Q.Q I haven’t written in a while and might be a tad rusty. 
Side note though : I know I’m a little late to join the TMR fandom but I just got the books and have only read the first but I love the story/characters so far. I wanted to know who else is a part of the TMR family c:
Here it is~!Â
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Part 3