Solitary ~Minsung~

Chapter 10

I wished that Friday would never come. Wished that every second was as long as a lifetime with him.

It was currently the Thursday before he left, and we were sitting together on the couch in the common room; the one that was located in front of the main window. Minho was reading to me again, only because I promised that I would pick a book that had nothing to do with any characters called Peter, or Wendy, or lost boys...

I can't remember what we were currently reading, I honestly wasn't paying attention. I was just laying with my head on his lap, watching his lips as he read. I was listening to his voice, but not the words that they spoke. It was the voice that started this whole 'thing' between us, whatever it is, and transcends to be past this place. I listen to his light voice and my heart is happy – content with right here and right now.

I tilt my head away from Minho, towards the clock on the opposite wall: 8:45pm... we had... 11 hours and 15 minutes left together I calculate, bringing my fingers up in front of my face so I can count on them.

"What are you doing?"

I look from my fingers to meet his eyes and blush profusely. "Maths..."

He lets out airy, disjointed laugh that sounds through the barely populated common room of the late evening. "You don't need to be embarrassed" and he leans closer to my ear, breathing down my neck and along the side of my face. "I'm with you for other reasons, aren't I baby?" he says, biting my earlobe with a low growl that reverberates through my ear. The sound and the stimulation give me goose bumps even without the added feeling of the nickname. I turn my head towards him, pulling my ear lobe out his mouth quickly as I do. Our faces inches apart at this point, I reach forward and peck Minho's lips, before returning to my fingers to count how much time we now had.

Minho reached forward, grabbing one of my hands that was attempting to count. He spread my fingers of that hand, then placing his own on it and clasping his fingers, to which I return; our hands once again in their own embrace.

With his other hand he continues reading, until of course the nurses enter to usher everyone to their rooms.

/ ~ /

The past few nights, Minho and I had been sleeping in his bed, cute at first, however it was becoming uncomfortable so we had laboriously carried all my stuff to his side of the room. Our dorm now looked like a couple's room: a 'double bed', with bedside cupboards on each side. The sight warms my heart, hoping that it can eventually become reality out in the real world.

Minho and I walk towards our bed and get under the covers. I lay with my front facing his as he wraps both of his arms around me in my own little cacoon embrace.

I close my eyes but soon a question ponders in my mind.

"Hey, Min?"

I hear a slight grunt in response.

"Does your apartment have a single bed?"

Not hearing a response, I look up to Minho's face in a huge smirk, staring at me deeply.

"Yeah, it's the comfiest bed in the world. I have had it forever and I wouldn't split with it for the world."

"You wouldn't consider getting a new bed?"

"Mmmm... what did I just say?"

I turn around in Minho's embrace, grumpy that he didn't understand what I was really asking.

"Sungie."

I also grunt, acting like I don't care.

"Is this your way of asking me to get a double bed so you can sleep there?"