![]() It was going to be a long, pride dampening night for Minho. And I ain’t sleeping with Thomas.” Minho grumbled, rolling over to the far edge of the bunk. Shebean is not a force to be reckoned with. “The hell Minho?!” Newt cried as the runner lifted the blankets so he could climb in. “Alright, Newt, scoot.” Minho snarled at the blonde in the bunk beneath Y/N’s. He could sleep on the floor, but it was freezing cold. She almost felt bad for pushing him off.Ī few minutes passed before anyone said anything and Y/N knew Minho was suffering from his dented pride. “Looks like one of you shanks is gonna have to share with Minho because I am not dealing with him for an entire night!” Y/N laughed at Minho’s look of pure shock and defeat as he sat on the ground. “Hey, Y/-“ He started before a loud “OOMPH” came from the runner as he plummeted into the ground. “Yes!” Minho exclaimed in excitement, racing to the girls bunk. But you can sleep with shebean.” Newt raised his arms in defeat and jumped into the bunk beneath Y/N. “What you grinning for?” Minho suddenly grew unconformable. “So? Being a leader doesn’t make you the best.” Newt crossed his arms, a smirk rising on his face. Thomas slumped down on one of the bunks in defeat. ![]() You’re to be killed by group B.” The black haired runner waved his partner off. “Well I-“ Thomas began before being cut off by Minho. “Yeah, but I’m the reason we all got out of the maze.” Thomas snapped. I’m the keeper of the runners.” Minho stated confidently. “What’s your plan? Who do we decide who’s the best?” Newt rolled his eyes. “Ok-best Glader gets to sleep in the same bed as shebean.” Minho put out his hand to shake on it. “Newt, do I smell better than Minho?”Īs Thomas approached the blonde with an arm raised in the air, Newt backed up in disgust. ![]() “It’s probably your stench.” Thomas admitted, putting his hands on his hips. “Gross no.” She immediately stepped back and climbed up to one of the top bunks and settled in. “Care to share a bed with me?” He asked slyly, holding out his hand. She slowly approached with a questioning glare on her face. “Y/N!!” Minho sang out, trying to grab her attention. Newt pursed his lips in annoyance at Minho’s mocking tone. But we have twelve boys and one girl.” He looked to Y/N. “Minho, it means we have more boys than beds.” Newt laid out the facts plainly. “No.” Minho snapped, making Newt want to throw his face into a wall. ![]() Thomas always had a problem with something. “ What? The floor not the right colour for you?” Minho grumbled, examining the room. “Ummm guys-Problem.” Thomas piped up, looking to his friends. Some of the boys claimed a spot immediately while others raced to the bathroom. The Gladers were tossed into a dark room with bunks lining either side. In contrast to the past few years in the Glade, this was a dream. Sure, their suspicions were raised high, but they had clean clothes, food, and beds to sleep in. ![]() Since being welcomed into the cold, bleak facility, everyone was fairly content. What would happened if there were one too many gladers for the amount of beds? Surely, someone would have to end up sharing. Just a random imagine I wrote a while back from TST. Newt x Minho x Thomas x Reader - 634 words ![]()
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