Solitary ~Minsung~

Chapter 9

His moons continue to shine from his tears that were falling only a moment ago, as he lets out a breathy "Thank you".

Our hands still interlocked, I lay back onto the infirmary bed. Minho lays his head next to our hands, his back at an awkward angle from sitting on the chair next to me while doing so.

"Minho". He lifts his head up from the bed.

I drag my hand out from his and move more to the left side of the bed. Minho, obviously thinking I let go of his hands because I was still hurt, looks down at the floor. I lean forward and grab his smooth chin, lifting his head up so our eyes can meet again.

"Come here." I say, letting go of his chin and patting the space on the bed next to me. Hesitant, his eyes open wide and I nod to reassure him. He places his hands onto the white bedsheets and crawls onto the bed next to me, pulling up the blankets so he can lay closer to me, close enough to have our bodies together.

Minho and I lay there together, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he rubs his hand up and down my back. I don't know how long we lay there, but we both just talk to each other. We talk about everything... and yet nothing... about our lives at home, our dreams... I don't know how long we lay there, but it is still dark when we hear a pair of footsteps.

My head is lifted off Minho's chest as he sits up suddenly.

"What's wrong Min?" I ask and Minho responds, looking at me with wide eyes:

"I'm not supposed to be in here. I snuck in earlier!" The door opens and with that statement he pushes himself, rolling onto the floor with a grunt and I presume to under the bed.

"Yes, the sudden outburst was very strange. I don't--" the nurse stops talking as she looks to see me awake, trying to conceal my laughter.

As Dr. Seo approaches with the same solemn look as earlier from my memories, my laughter disappears. He sits in the chair Minho was just in and beckons the nurse to leave with a flick of his hand. He looks back towards me and coughs into his hand, "Minho... you can come out."

There is shuffling and grunts heard underneath my bed, before a very disgruntled and sore looking Minho pops his head up beside me. I smile at the boy, shuffling myself to the right this time so he could sit next to me again.

"I'm glad you two are talking again." Dr. Seo comments.

"How did you know?" Minho asks the doctor shyly.

"You were both so unhappy, and I never saw you with each other so I just assumed. You don't have to tell me why you we're angry at each other, as it seems you've solved it now. But Jisung, after your little stunt I'm not allowed to discharge you until you can go several weeks showing that you are able to vent your feeling in ways other than destroying property and becoming violent."

Embarrassed at my actions, I look down at my hands, to which Minho grabs one of them. I look up at him and the moons calm me.

"How much longer do you think I have here?"

"If you promise to not do anything like that again... maybe four weeks? So you'll have to do three without Minho, he's leaving on Friday."

I nod at the doctor. "I promise." I say to him. I will do anything to leave and be with Minho outside of these confined walls.

Dr. Seo gets up from his seat and walks towards the door, happy with my answer. He reaches the door handle before stopping to turn towards us, "You two can go back to your room. I'll let the nurses know to not wake you guys up, so you can have a special sleep in day. But only this once, I don't want anyone to know I'm bias to my OTP." And with that he leaves out the door.

Minho and I look at each other – "What's O-T-P?" I ask him.

He shrugs his shoulders in return "I have no idea".

/ ~ /

Still hand-in-hand Minho and I leave the infirmary and walk back to our room, accompanied by a nurse, who locks the door behind us as we enter.

We let our hands drop from each other's and walk to our own beds. I fall onto mine with a thud, snuggling into my blankets in an attempt to fall asleep. However, the whole night had my emotions running high and after what felt like a lifetime I still wasn't asleep.

I walk over to Minho's bed and stop next to it. I look down at the beautiful sleeping boy before me, laying with his hair fanned around his head like a halo.

Careful to not wake him, I crawl onto his bed, placing one knee on either side of his waist. I hover above his lap, kneeling so that I don't place any weight on him and lean forward. I brush some of the hair off his beautiful face and my heart gushes with an intense feeling, one I have only ever felt around Minho. My stomach is in knots as I yearn to close the distance... so I do.

I place my lips on his. I could his rhythmic breathing escaping his lips and nose, cooling my own. I began to move my lips slowly, up and down along Minho's. I kissed his jaw too and under his moons, causing him to stir. Wanting the kiss to no longer be one sided, I tug harshly at his plump bottom lip with my teeth, forcing his eyes open.

For a split second he is confused and his eyes look at me questioningly, but he soon melts into the kiss as well. Our lips move together, his encompassing mine as his rough hands move to my waist. The movement is sudden, causing my shirt to also come up slightly so that his hands are placed on my bare skin. They're cold against my burning hot skin and although are already holding me tightly, I want them even tighter.

In my momentary lack of concentration Minho finds an opening in our kiss, slipping his tongue in. I gasp, never having felt anything like that before and he laughs at my reaction, the laugh sexy as he continued to show his control.

I have no idea what to do with hands, and he obviously knows because he removes his hands from my waist, to grab my hands and place them in his hair, all while never parting our lips.

The kiss is like a dance, one where he leads and I follow, although this is way less gracious than a waltz, with both of us out of breath, Minho with dishevelled hair and me with a partially lifted up shirt and blushing cheeks.

We both pull away to catch our breath and I suddenly realise the tiredness in my legs so I drop down onto Minho's lap. He smirks up at me at this, reaching to try to tuck my long fringe behind my ears.

"Aww Sung, you're so red. Are you embarrassed?" he asks, smiling at me with a cocky grin.

"I-I-I've just never done anything like that before. Wait! Am I really that red? Agh I look so ugly when my cheeks are flushed!" I say, trying to get up and go to the bathroom.

Minho places his hands on my waist again, stopping me from going anywhere.

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Like this, and always." He says, replacing the cocky grin with a warm smile that makes my heart flutter again, in the way that only Minho could.

He removes his hands from my waist and I fall to his side, once again resting my head on his chest. He wraps his arm around me and we fall asleep together like that, in perfect happiness.