That Night

010

When he woke up next to Hanbin's warm body, both covered with the white fluffy blanket, he wasn't excepting the full moon shining through the thin curtains to greet him. A quick glance at his cellphone indicated him it was only three in the morning and it was way too early for them to wake up. A yawn escaped his closed lips and he put back the phone next to his pillow before streching his tiny frame. The room was quiet in the middle of the night, and the boy next to him didn't seem to have a troublesome slumber. Jinhwan took his time to turn around, now facing the seemingly calm face of the Heir. Watching him sleep like that was somehow relaxing, he thought. The steady breath coming out from the perfect nose was brushing against the tip of his own, rather pleasantly and making him wonder about how it was like to live with someone.

Jinhwan, the soon-to-be 22 year-old, was definitively a loner unable to have a healthy relationship with anyone and always cowarding away when feelings started to get involved. Some may think it was probably one of the numerous reasons why he'd decided to major in psychology, and they'd be totally right. However, he couldn't clearly put a word on what he felt toward the younger. They started as a one-night-stand thing, turned out to be more like a prey and a hunter and endep up sleeping together again for some more nights under an unspoken contract. He was supposed to help Hanbin with his nightmares issues, but how could he when he knew nothing about the said boy ? He needed time, more time to get to know about him and his past.

Honestly talking, what first came to his mind when they talked about his nightmares was a medical linked trauma, indeed. No need to be a genius to point that out. But why ? Who ? When ? There were still a ton of questions for which he wasn't able to deliver a proper anwser. Just like a puzzle is composed of different pieces, this problem encompassed all sort of details he had to discover, understand and bound to create a reasonnable cause.

He wasn't staying for Hanbin's deep black obs that never failed to make his heart tingle whenever they were on him, or for how it felt beyond good and right to be in his embrace, but for the great experience it could be for him as a futur psychologist. For the experience, not the feelings. The experience only, Jinhwan.

Satisfied with his new mindset, he was ready to fall back asleep when a sudden hitch in the other's breathing snatched his attention. Raising his upper body on his elbow, he tried to take a closer look at the still sleeping boy.

- Hanbin ?

The only reply he received was the silence and his heartbeat conceded to return to a normal pace, letting him fall back on the mattress, eyes facing the ceiling.

As the room returned to a lull, he fell back into Morpheus' arms.

The second time he woke up was because of the sound of rummage all around the room, heavy pantings alarming his senses. It only took him a push on his back to take a sitting position, his right hand already rubbing away the sleepiness still lingering in his eyes. His drowsy voice called for the man who must have been sharing the bed with him but wasn't and all the irritating noise stopped. Opening his eyes, he found Hanbin standing in the middle of the space between the bed and the opened bathroom door, his muscular tattooed back facing him. The lifting and lowering of his shoulders reflected his rapid breathing and he ran a frustrated hand through his messy damp hair.

Jinhwan wondered if it was the consequence of the nightmare, but a closer look to the state of the room indicated him Hanbin was really searching for something. The lightning coming from the bathroom showed the content of the dresser and what seemed like school notes strewed and scattered on the carpeted floor while the drawers were still half opened, hanging in their housing. He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but his words stayed trapped in his throat and Hanbin finally turned his head to lock eyes with him.