Sleeping Habits [MinChan] (Completed)

Chapter 13

Three days went by in the most normal way possible. At least that was what it looked like. Minho was his usual 4D-caring self while Chan tried to keep up his leader's role and be understanding with the members in the middle of his own mess.

They weren't talking a lot beside the usual greetings and work-related talks, but they weren't too distant either.

They were talking without a particular problem and sleeping in their room, following their usual routine: Minho being asleep early and Chan joining the room when the sun was ready to rise. Yeah. It looked exactly like before.

Painfully normal.

Woojin knew better. He probably couldn't imagine how right he was with his suspicions.

Because if they were talking, it was always with at least one of the members around. It didn't look like they were trying to avoid each other they just didn't dare to talk in private, both too afraid of what might come out. They were acting normal when they were all together, but neither of them could stop thinking about the weird watershed that happened without changing as much as they thought it would.

Lately, 3racha had a different schedule which wasn't helping the situation. When they arrive home, most of the time, Minho being the early bird of the house was already far lost in dreamland.

If he wasn't, they all were too tired to do anything but lie down and sleep right away. Minho seemed to sleep pretty peacefully too, Chan noticed. He dreamt about his cats two nights in a row and the others were surprisingly quiet besides some muffled talks about missing his family and having no time to meet his friends.

Not that he was spying or anything.

Maybe he was the only one to care about what they had. Scratch that, he wasn't the only one. Woojin was a bit too invested as well, reminding them all the time they had to clear things up. He came to bully him umpteenth times and heard him do the same to Minho. Still, it didn't change things. They didn't, but Chan knew it was the best thing to do before he turns completely crazy.

At the end of the afternoon, since the rest of the day was cleared of schedule, he came back home earlier with Changbin who went straight to his room to rest. He offered to watch a movie with his favourite hyung, but Chan wasn't in the mood, he had to wait for Minho. As the leader, he had to solve the awkward situation before they could turn into a bigger problem. Minho's current behaviour wasn't giving him a lot of hope, but he couldn't run away any longer. Even if it meant he might hurt himself in the process.

When he reached their dorm, he went to the sofa in the main room, switched on the TV and waited. He didn't want to start working on his computer knowing he would eventually be too distracted. It wasn't that late, but after half an hour, Chan was already hopping up and down with impatience.

Later, his mobile phone rung and he rushed to answer it. Ah~ 'love really makes you fool' he thought when he opened the message from Seungmin informing him the full magnae line was down for ice cream – courtesy of Woojin – before coming back to the dorm. He tried to focus on the TV program, but he wasn't sure he could say what it was about. He really was too distracted.

Years later, or maybe only ten minutes more, but it felt the same, the door opened and Minho came in. Chan stood up quickly. He waited for him to come instead of going to meet him. When he had taken off his coat, Minho looked in the living room from the door frame.

"Are you alone?" He asked Chan who nodded, not really trusting his voice just yet. "Standing?" He asked again and Chan nodded once more.

Minho chuckled and walk toward him. He stopped by his side to look at the television.

"What are you watching?"

"You."

Surprised by the answer he didn't expect, Minho turned his head to meet Chan's dark eyes focused on him as if he owned the world. For a long moment, they just look at each other to the point they could have drowned in the other eyes.

"You can't just say that Chan," Minho breathy voice hit him.

Bravely, he walked closer, leaving only a few inches between them. All the thoughts Chan kept in mind for the discussion he dreaded so much vanished. At the moment, he just could feel the warm body so close, the beautiful features of his face and those deep eyes on him, daring him to move away if he could.

"There's something in you that keeps pulling me closer," he sounded like he was unsure if it was a good thing or not, but he was clearly enjoying the effect it had on the leader. "Can I?" he asked, his lips already ghosting against his.

Chan knew he shouldn't agree, shouldn't give in when he knew it wouldn't do any good, but how could he ever refuse?

It was dangerous. It wasn't what he had wanted either, but he couldn't help it and act instinctively. Centimetre by centimetre, he leaned closer, so slowly that it could have killed them. Their lips met and their mind went blank. Minho passed his hand in his back and pushed him down to the couch. He smirked at the sight of the usually composed boy messily panting, silently asking for more. Minho straddled him and cupped his face as he joined their mouths once again. He pressed their body even closer and quickly deepened the kiss.

"Please, spare us the show."

They jumped away from each other and Minho found himself standing by the wall a second later. Chan was trying to gather his sense, but the fire he still felt inside him didn't really help.

"Can't you use words instead of hands? It wasn't exactly what I meant when I said you both should talk," Woojin said half-jokingly, "well sorry for disturbing, but the kids will be in in a second, so you might want to make yourself presentable," he added.

"It's nothing, we were pretty much done," Minho dismissed with a shrug and received a disapproving look from the oldest.

Chan took a deep breath and wanted to curse. Why should he always have someone to interrupt them at such time? He was used to it in a household of nine men who took him for their mother half of the time, but it was very unpleasant.

And why was he kissing Minho instead of clearing their situation and talk about their feelings, anyway? Did he have to always forget his resolution once Minho's heated body was a bit too close?

Maybe this was what they were. Heated.

He looked at Minho who was now greeting the magnaes as if he hadn't been all over Chan a minute ago. His behaviour wasn't exactly what he expected after a kiss like the one they shared, but the dancer had always been fast to react and move on.

A glance toward the oldest told him he wasn't shocked – how would he after all the support he gave them – but kept staring at Minho with a frown. Was he the only one feeling uncomfortable right now? Cursing himself once more, he didn't dare to say one word and left to lock himself in the bathroom, the only place you could a bit of privacy in the dorm.

.oO0°*°0Oo.

yes, it's a mess, I know... but I can't let them go! Y_Y
I hope you still like it XD

I have a lot of Banginho/MinChan/ChanHo feels lately I can't stop it! XD