Sushi?

4

After struggling with my stubborn brain, I finally gave up on going back to sleep. I slept through a good chunk of the night, but the pain in my foot decided it wanted to wake me up right around the time that I was most enjoying my slumber. It really couldn't have had worse timing. Somehow, I managed to get up, find the pain killers and get back in bed without waking up my sleeping roommate or causing any kind of hazardous accident. I feel pretty dang proud of myself! But falling asleep again isn't an easy task. At first the pain in my foot insisted on keeping me up, and by the time that simmered down I was wide awake. Now it's five in the morning and I lay here in bed, eyes wide open and imagination running a muck, for who knows how long. I tried running through choreo in my head, counting sheep, and just not thinking at all but nothing helped. Finally, what could have been an eternity later, I start to doze off, only to be woken up five seconds later by movement. The first few seconds didn't register. My brain didn't realize the bed shouldn't be moving this way when I am the only one in it. When it finally does I turn my head around so fast i almost break my neck, and make eye contact with the culprit.

"I can't sleep" he mutters, drowsy eyes fixed on my face and a strong arm around my waist. I'm almost positive I would have screamed had it not been so early in the morning. It takes every ounce of power in me not to push him off the bed and rant like a grumpy old man when kids step on his lawn. But I don't say a thing. Well, more like I physically can't say a thing. All of my senses are in complete shock and decided to stop working. I can only hear the sound of my own heart having a spaz attack. There's a long silence and I can almost swear he can hear it beating. Had it been any longer I would have suffocated because I really wasn't breathing at all. I forgot to. "Minsu..." the way he says my name gives me the skin of a spring chicken, but I have to say something this time or he'll know something is up.

"Ne?"

Another pause. If his objective is to give me cardiac arrest, he's doing a damn good job!

"Why hadn't you told me?"

Tell him... I can only think of one thing I should but haven't and never will tell him. But that can't be what he's talking about. The guys wouldn't do that to me...

"Tell you what?"

He quickly shifts so he's looking down at me, his body weight resting on his left elbow. Usually I can read his face. He's not very good at hiding his emotions. But not this time. He stares at me longer than necessary, as if he's waiting for me to rethink my answer. I stare back, waiting for his answer. He kind of hesitates to, which worries me. A lot.

"The others told me everything...about what you were talking about in your room the other day. I know you weren't talking about this trip..."

I swear my body temperate drops to below zero. All I can do is stare in shock, not entirely believing what I'm hearing. I specifically pleaded for them not to say anything. How could they...? Betrayed doesn't begin to describe how I feel right now. And on top of that, I'm about fifty shades of embarrassed. Even if I try to deny it now, he'll know I'm lying. Basically, i'm screwed.

"Oh..." my voice sounds like I just hit puberty but I can't even pretend to be okay. I'm not okay in any sense of the word, and he just keeps looking at me with those big eyes and that dumb smirk on his face, making him wanna smack him. "Go ahead and make fun, it's not like I can lie about it now..." he constantly teases me without reason, well now he has one. I'm fully expecting him to respond with some joke or mocking comment, but surprisingly enough, he doesn't. His smirk vanishes and is replaced by a frown.

"Why would I make fun of you?" he sounds hurt by that. I feel awful.

"Because you always make fun of me..."