Sleeping Habits [MinChan] (Completed)

Chapter 10

Their schedule was packed, with barely one minute to breathe in between. Thankfully, most were quiet and didn't require a lot of energy, which was great, because Chan wasn't sure how much he had left.

Despite his vivid memory of the recent events with his dear roommate, everything had been normal so far within the group: the member fought like kids, joke around, teased Changbin, cuddled Felix, cooed at Jeongin... No, really everything was exactly like usual; Maybe too normal for Chan who couldn't think about anything but the said man. He almost started to doubt something as Crazy as Kissing Minho even happened.

Behind the appearances, the leader had spent the whole day waiting – no, dying – for the 'tonight' discussion. Dreaming with anxiety what could happen and what did Minho meant with the expression 'continue the discussion'.

Did he talk about the kiss?

He couldn't really tell how Minho was feeling about him, but at least, he accepted the kiss. It had to mean something. Even if he didn't show any particular, it didn't mean Minho wasn't expectantly waiting as well. He might have a 4D personality and be quite straightforward, he also tended to hide his feelings from their bandmates to avoid any drama.

The facts were a ray of hope for the coming-soon discussion.

So he thought... But when Minho entered the car with the millennials while the manager called him in the other one, he couldn't help the strong disappointment growing in him.

Stupidly, he expected him to seek his company a bit more. They might not Talk right away, with the others around, but maybe just stay beside each other in a silent exchange. He had been expecting too much, as usual.

When they arrived at the dorm, following on from the previous events, Minho was spread out against Felix who was sleeping just as soundly.

Chan woke up his fellow Aussie gently, Woojin helping right away to pull him out of the car when he noticed the leader's struggle. As the members left, Chan kept looking at the dancer with hesitation. He finally decided to wake Minho up; Something nobody ever dared to do. Minho was the very first to wake up most days, saving the members from the messy punches sometimes given by a half-sleeping Minho when one of them tried to wake him up.

Leader or not, nobody ever does it except if it was a matter of life or death or if you had suicidal tendencies. Still, he tried his luck. It had taken all his strength to keep still but Minho didn't budge at all and peacefully continued to sleep.

Chan considered the eventuality to throw a bucket full of water to his face as a revenge for all the stress he gave_ and was still giving_ him, but decided against it.

Surely, he had he been too tired after spending the whole day laughing his ass off with Jisung. No, he was not jealous at all, just pissed and stressed.

Sulking, he caught him and brought him inside their flat with the help of their manager. It was already late and they couldn't wait much longer knowing that their next schedule would be in eight hours. Chan almost threw him on the sofa, earning a wondering gaze from their kind manager before he left. He had been nice to carry him when the younger wasn't making any efforts, wasn't it enough?

"Fuc**** Minho!" He cursed as he undressed to go to bed, burying himself under the cover with a bit of anger. What does he want? Why was he messing with his poor sensitive heart?

After a long moment swearing against his lovely friend, he eventually fell asleep. Until a scene he already knew all too well replayed once again.

"Chan-hyung..." the said man's eyes snapped open faster than ever. Lost in a half-daze, he slightly squinted his eyes and let them get accustomed to the darkness.

"Channie..." Minho whispered again, longing perceptible in his voice. The sound slipped right to Chan's ear and goosebumps ran through his body, almost trembling from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

He was less perturbed by the scene that he had been a few days before, but he was stunned.

If he wasn't still caught in a dream, the weight on his body was surely Minho's and the 'thing' he felt against his thigh must be... hum.

Did it mean Minho was Really having a wet dream? Horny Minhoe! Couldn't he sleep peacefully and have normal dreams? Couldn't he be resting like everyone else instead of moaning to turn on his innocent roommate? And stay in his own bed too, damn it.

He closed back his eyes and sighed.

Wait... Minho had been calling his name clear and loud. Did that mean...

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For my softies out there, beware the next chapt! The rating is rising O.O

You can skip it and wait for the 12th, it won't change much in the plotline