CHANGBIN ONESHOTS

✨Hotel✨

Ships:- Minbin (Changbin x Minho)

Warnings:- mild paranormal activities

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"Minho hyung?" Changbin called hesitantly from the other bed in the room. "Hyung, are you awake?"

"What now?" Minho answered with a soft groan. This was the fifth time Changbin asked for him.

"I hear someone walking around."

"I don't."

"I swear I'm not lying."

Staying in a hotel rumored to be haunted by the owner and some of its 'most famous' guests was a bad idea. It wasn't like Minho was scared or anything-far from it, actually-but Changbin and Hyunjin were frightened way too easily and were probably going to be up all night being paranoid.

But I guess if I had to choose, Minho thought, I'd rather be woken up by Binnie calling my name than Hyunjin screaming-poor Seungmin-ah.

"There!" Changbin hissed, pulling the covers over his head. If Minho didn't feel as tired as he did, he would've found this cute. Now, he was just annoyed.

"I hear them again, hyung. Oh, my god...."

"Bin" Minho huffed, "there are no such things as ghosts."

"But-"

"I just want to sleep. Good night." He rolled over to his side, facing the wall with his back to Changbin. Changbin would just have to deal with the so-called ghosts on his own.

Around thirty minutes passed in silence.

Minho was on the verge of falling into actual slumber when he heard a series of deliberate footsteps against the carpet; like someone was stepping slowly toward his bed from behind him, wanting to be heard. He found it odd that carpet could sound so loud in his ears.

He turned back over, ready to scold Changbin again, but when he looked, there was nothing there, just darkness save for the moonlight spilling through the window.

Minho suddenly felt a strange twinge of uneasiness he has never experienced before. It was a spider-like crawl down his spine, a sudden awareness that made him question every sound and movement.

"Bin?" he spoke up carefully, sitting up. He turned toward the form in the middle of the other bed. It looked like Changbin, curled up under his covers, his back to Minho. And he seemed just as restless as before, fidgeting at every sound he heard, every sound he thought he heard. He even jumped at the sound of Minho's voice.

"Minho hyung?" he responded hesitantly.

Why did Minho feel relieved? It wasn't like he thought the lump in the other bed was... anything else.

"You didn't get up just now, did you?"

"Of course not." He paused, and then followed up, much more warily, with, "Why...?"

Of course that would make sense. Changbin looked too attached to his bed to have gotten up just a few moments ago.

No, no-it didn't make sense; who the hell was walking around, then? He couldn't have imagined it. And, of course, it wasn't like there was a-

Minho scooted to the edge between his and Changbin's beds. With his back fully exposed to the rest of the room, he suddenly became aware of something piercing him from behind. He gulped.

Eyes, was his first thought; a hot, invisible stare trying to burn a hole through his body. It wasn't malevolent, but not friendly, either. It was just there, vigilant and intimidating.

His heart began beating rapidly, warning him to not turn around, not hesitate, and not say anything about it out loud as he pushed himself hurriedly off the bed and to Changbin's.

"What-" Changbin uttered, his form frozen with surprise as Minho dove under his covers and hugged him from behind.

Changbin scooted to make more room for him, and turned slightly in the darkness of the blanket. "You believe me now?"

"Just go to sleep," Minho whispered.

Changbin rolled over to fully face him, resting his forehead against his. His hand reached over to stroke the hair at the back of his head. "Honestly," he sighed. "I don't think I can, but I'll try."

The episode left Minho wide awake, too, but he wasn't going to say that out loud; even though Changbin could most likely tell, anyway.

Minho moved in to shorten the distance between their bodies. The closer, the safer, he reasoned. He forced his eyes shut, slowing his breathing until both of theirs synced, and relaxed in his hyung's warmth.

Changbin pressed his lips to his nose, as if to seal his protection, like Minho was the more scared one. It was silly, but Minho had to admit, he felt much safer now.

But he still dared not peek out of the blanket.

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