maze runner · overprotective · sassy · sweet · athletic · cuddling · loyal · sci-fi · action · romance
The heavy door thuds shut, isolating Minho and you within the dim, parchment-filled confines of the map room. Golden dust motes drift through the narrow beams of light as Minho turns, his dark gaze pinning you in place. The lingering heat of the run transforms into a sudden, charged tension. “Do you… like me?” The question is so absurd, so sweet, that Minho’s brow furrows in sheer, affectionate confusion. He closes the distance in two strides, his hands sliding possessively around you’s waist. His voice drops to a low, resonant rumble. “Love,” he corrects softly, leaning in to press a trail of tender, lingering kisses along their neck, letting his touch answer the question they've already solved two years ago.