Sleeping Habits [MinChan] (Completed)

chapter 4

Warning, I just... stepped up the game (lolz Kinda), so if you're uncomfortable with suggestiveness, I recommend you to skip XD
-there's literally nothing tho I might have to change the rating soon

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Chan kept his words for several days and didn't watch Minho sleeping, busying himself in the studio or the gym instead. Not that he didn't Want to, of course, but he had enough will to lock the thought deep in his mind.

Except for the nights they had schedules to keep, he went home even later than usual, sometimes sleeping on the sofa at the company and when exhaustion was taking over, he headed straight to bed when they reached home and slept right away. He occasionally gave himself some time to read, listen to some music or watch a movie with the others but never more, afraid to be awake when the dancer was going to bed.

The result was good. He managed to rest more than before and still worked enough to keep his title as the worst workaholic of the house. It wasn't too bad.

Sleeping early also had its advantage, allowing him to be the first to wake up as well and avoid the morning crisis he often faced.

It was good since he didn't need any more to fight Changbin out of the shower or kick Hyunjin out of bed upon Seungmin's request when he wasn't really awake himself. Those mornings also allowed him to get breakfast before anyone else, therefore, he could eat as much as he wanted without the others trying to take his food... okay, he had to fix and/or pay for his own meals and couldn't pretend to be asleep, waiting for Minho to feed him some meat from the plates, but he couldn't ask for too much.

With the amount of workout he had lately, he also noticed he couldn't be physically better, which brought him some compliments on the way. Who was it to refuse compliments anyway?

Everything would be perfect if he didn't feel so worked up. Nothing bad, really, but for the short time he stalked admired Minho sleeping, he grew used to this short moment of intimacy. Even if it wasn't a shared time, he felt empty without this peaceful one-to-one time with his feelings.

A few times, a daring thought crossed his mind: wake up in the middle of the night. Just once, just to check, to see, only two or three minutes nothing more, he kept repeating to himself.

He never did it though and fought the desire each time the idea occurred, convincing himself he wasn't desperate enough to be so stupid. He became kind of pro in auto-persuasion, but it didn't suppress the hole his felt now that he barely spent any time with Minho.

This night, he went to bed –relatively– early; a reward for the work he completed this week. He learnt from Felix that he, Hyunjin and Minho had to work on choreography and the news looked like a blessing. He was sure to have all the time he wanted to erase his weird idea and take some time for himself before falling asleep.

He did fell asleep easily, his head lying beside the phone he was still holding, but he didn't expect such interference in his plan.

He was pretty sure he had been caught in a dream when a high-pitched squeal of his name made him jump out of his bed.

"Ch-Chan!"

Minho's voice was surprised and slightly trembling. He sounded uneasy in a way Minho rarely sounded. He stopped and didn't talk for a few seconds. More than the lack of honorific, the silence that followed was even more disturbing.

"Minho?" Chan asked, his pulse going crazy with the heavy sound of Minho's panicked breathing.

No answer came, only this uneven respiration and crunch from the wood, probably the one from the bed.

The sound came from the second bed of the room. Everything was dark and he didn't need to look at the clock to guess it was the middle of the night. He blinked a few times before he grew used to the darkness.

The human form that he guessed was Minho on the mattress wasn't moving, only clenching on his blanket up to his face.

He began to worry, this was definitely not right.

"I... you... you can't just come in when I'm showering!" Minho added nervously.

Chan blinked again, lack of understanding this time. He looked with more attention, just to see his body curve a bit.

"I... it's different, I allowed Jisung because he's a baby, You can't come in," he heard before the blanket covered any other word that followed. "Just leave..." he begged, whining escaping his mouth through the fabric.

He heard a relieved sigh and the dancer's breathing started to slow again as it grew deeper.

A lot of thoughts muddled up in his mind and he cursed himself for the wrong interpretation he Almost allowed himself think of.

It took Chan long enough to understand Minho was truly asleep. Now that he had time to replay the scene over again, it kinda reminded him of the surprise he had in the morning when he entered the bathroom ready to shower and found a very little dressed Minho. Minho had been ready to go in the stall and looked even more uncomfortable than him when he kicked him out. He didn't remember anything along the lines Minho just said, but Chan Did call him for being unfair since Jisung had just walked out of the room barely three seconds before he decided to go in. Was that Minho's own rendition of the scene?

"Na, it can't be," he laughed at himself, but his attention was called once again by the sound of the sheets moving on the other bed.

Minho bare thigh appeared out of the blanket, soon followed by a sigh of appreciation. Then he curled up his legs and his hands disappeared under the heap of sheet and cover. A moan resounded in the silent room. Chan couldn't ignore the sound and his whole body shivered, convinced he would not be able to forget it anytime soon.

Gosh, he did not know what was Minho dreaming about exactly, _well okay, he had a good hint about it and he might not have been so wrong with his first idea_ but from his completely biased point of view, it was fairly arousing.

He felt the blood rush to his cheeks and his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He tried to calm his own breathing but the sound of Minho's –f***ing– moans weren't helping at all.

Almost shaking, he stood up and headed to the door. He had to leave.

He wouldn't be able to sleep EVER AGAIN if he stayed here a minute longer. As soon as he reached the entrance door he rushed out and directly went to the living room. He collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes. He needed to calm down and go back to sleep, but the images and sounds replaying in his mind made the process way more complicated.