Sleeping Habits [MinChan] (Completed)

Chapter 14

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.

Minho watched him walk away and his smile feel for a moment before he shook his head. When he looked up, his eyes met Jisung's unhappy ones. The rapper crossed his arms on his chest and even if Minho had to look down to meet his gaze, he suddenly felt really small.

"Spill, what's this?"

"What are you talking about?" To avoid his friend's scolding eyes, Minho went to the kitchen to take a drink.

"Min, don't even try to lie to me. I know probably more about you than your mother does, so don't even think you can trick me. I might joke around, I'm not a fool." His voice was stern and Minho knew he wouldn't be able to avoid Jisung's critics. He was too attached to their leader to let him go so easily.

"Is it about me and Chan? Minho asked innocently as he gulped his drink.

"You and Chan? What makes you think it is?" Jisung faked to be surprised. "I'm so happy to see him run away when you both look so obviously like you just made out," He blamed and slapped Minho's arm. "Chan almost ran away and if I happen to hear it's because you're being a coward again, I will not let it go, hyung!" Jisung was borderline disrespectful, which was really unusual for him, but he and Changbin were the ones who knew the best when Chan was hurt and he wasn't one to let it go. Minho guessed he deserved the scolding.

"Woojin said you had to talk and we all agreed because we know you need it. Did you two even try to?"

"Talk..." the moment he shared with Chan replayed in his mind and Minho smirked, "Yeah ~ kind of."

"Why do I have a bad feeling when seeing your expression?"

"You shouldn't. It was good, very good," his smile widened, replaying in his head more details of the scene.

"You freaking look like a pervert.

"Hey! There's nothing bad thinking about something good," he joked.

"You completely are," Jisung sighed, "I feel sorry for Chan."

"Why?" Minho asked genuinely, not willing to joke any more.

"He looks rather serious you know," Jisung said honestly. And I thought you were, but you're just acting like you're just playing around."

"I am serious," Minho stated firmly. "You know I care about Chan a lot."

"I know." Jisung stopped and gave Minho his most serious gaze. "But does he?"

Minho opened his mouth, ready to reply smartly but closed it back, twice. The words didn't seem to reach his vocal cords.

"Just looking at you, he can't guess any of your feelings. The situation will never change if you don't tell him." Jisung looked for Minho's eyes focused on the ground. "As your self-proclaimed soulmate, I know you're just a kitten unable to show his true feelings... but you owe him an explanation.

"I know..." Minho whispered, "But I can't!" He said, a bit louder. "Give me time to get ready."

"Oh I would give you all the time you want, but I'm not the one who's hurt and I don't want him to be any longer."

"What do you think I can do?" he asked hesitantly. Minho rarely sounded so unsure.

"Talk. And a real talk this time. No hand, no tongue. At least, not before everything is settled," he joked to reassure his closest friend a bit.

Minho smiled at the implied meaning. Jisung was the best to comfort and scold him at the same time. He was also the only one to dare to do it beside Woojin and Chan, but he was right. He was always right about those things, Minho blamed the younger's sensitivity.

After a moment he sighed and went to his room. The lights were off, but Chan was in his bed, his eyes closed and breathing evenly.

On tip-toe, Minho got undressed and walked toward his bed. Even if it was dark, he knew the surroundings well enough to be able to do everything silently. When he reached the place between their two beds, Chan shuffled. A bit surprised by the unexpected presence, Chan didn't dare to tell he was just dozing as the older did his best not to wake him up.

Minho stopped moving, there was no sound to indicate he was in his bed. And for good reason, Minho's hand brushed the verge of his sheet and he felt the mattress cave in as he sat on it. He hesitated to reveal he wasn't asleep, but for some reason, he didn't and preferred to wait. For a moment, everything became silent again and Minho didn't move. Chan carefully concentrated on his breath that surely wasn't the one of a sleeping person but Minho visibly didn't notice.

After a long moment of silent, Chan had the urge to open his eyes, to check what was going on... unwillingly, he frowned slightly at the thought. He heard Minho chuckle in silence and cold fingers softly stroke his face to erase the marks on his forehead.

His heart fastened and he was pretty sure Minho would notice. He had never been under such stress before. Minho brushed his messy curls gently, petting his hair the way he saw him do it often with the younger ones. Chan never knew it could feel so good.

"I guess Jisung is right?" Minho asked as he ran softly his hand through Chan's hair.

When he didn't receive any answer, even if he didn't wait for one, Minho stood up and walked toward his own bed.

"Sleep well~ he said before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Next, to him, he left Chan perplexed with the memory of the tender touch that kept him – once again – away from sleep.