Minsung Oneshots

Midnight Antics

Jisung's POV

2:13 am.

I sighed, switching off my phone and rolling back around to snuggle into Minho's chest, trying my hardest to shut my eyes and summon at least a little bit of forced tiredness into them.

After exactly two minutes I huffed and rolled around once again, throwing my hands and feet outside the blanket and over the edge of the bed, blowing some hair out of my eyes.

I don't know why I had been trying this tactic of going to sleep for the past two hours but it clearly wasn't working. Nevertheless, I continued to pretend to sleep, squeezing my eyes shut tight no matter how much Minho's snores were annoying me.

Even though my eyes were closed, my mind continued to buzz hyperactively with half finished songs and broken pieces of lyrics and music, making it impossible for me to calm down and actually try and lay still.

This tossing and turning and restlessness of mine continued on for quite a while, until my stomach suddenly rumbled in protest of all the vigorous excercise I was doing while laying down amongst a mound of comfy duvets (read: my boyfriend's arms). I sighed in exasperation.

My eyes stared up at the ceiling as my mind, which seemed to have sprouted a new pair of legs, wandered off to the kitchen of our shared house. I wondered if there was anything actually edible in there amongst the stocked up containers of instant ramen and stale vegetables.

I mean, there wasn't really anything else you could expect from two broke college students living together to survive through rent and student loans, but, hey, there's no harm in hoping that something tasty appears magically in the fridge while your asleep, now, is there?

I'm sure a lot of broke college students out there do that.

Another thunderous rumble from my stomach pulled me out of my depressed thoughts. I decided I had to get up and feed my tantrum throwing stomach now if I ever wanted to go to sleep. The only problem was........ Minho.

"Oh god......" I groaned softly as I tried to get up but found myself being spooned from the back by a still sound asleep (and adorable) Minho. I struggled with the heavy hand draped across my chest, pushing it off after a little effort and sitting up straight to catch my breath.

Shoving off the overly heavy and muscular arms of your boyfriend from your chest to actually get some oxygen is tiring, ya know?

After a minute of sitting in rapt silence, straining my ears to try and figure out if Minho was awake or sleeping, I quietly slipped off the bed and put on my slippers. It didn't seem like Minho was up anyways since he was snoring just as loudly as five minutes back; one of the many reasons why I was unable sleep.

Taking extra care to not step on the creaking floorboards, I tip toed out of the room silently, closing the door with a quiet click behind me. My body froze in that awkward half crouched position for a second listening intently to any change of sounds inside.

Satisfied when I heard no sudden thuds of someone falling off the bed in fright from the inside, I finally breathed out a sigh of relief before darting into the kitchen blindly through the dark, relying on my muscle memory to guide myself.

After a minute of groping about through the silence, I finally stumbled into the quiet kitchen, leaning against the nearest counter for a minute to let my eyes re focus in the dark. On blinking a couple of times, I could make out the dim moonlight coming from the kitchen window bouncing back against the metal pots and pans stuffed haphazardly into the washing basket beside the still leaking sink.