Sleeping Habits [MinChan] (Completed)

Chapter 18

Minho's night had been quiet and restful. He never felt so relax in what seems like years... or maybe he really didn't rest that well in years. Recharged and agreeably warmed, happy. The cover had slipped a bit but he couldn't feel the cold. He didn't have to think much about it to know why. He recognized the feeling of a tight embrace pretty well and would recognize this familiar smell any time.

Chan's smell. Chan's strong arms locked around his body. He almost thought he was still lost in his lovely dream, but he knew he was not. This made the situation way weirder. Why was Chan by his side in what seem to be his bed after the cold exchanges they had the day before? Well if this was his bed... maybe he had been creeping into Chan's once again.

Hesitantly, Minho opened one eye, then the other. The first thing he saw was Chan's neck and chin. Chan's head rested on the verge of the pillow, tilted on the side with Minho's well-kept under his chin in a protective way. His pale skin looked soft and untouched. He had to fight the urge to press his lips and teeth against the offered skin. It felt weird but it was also pleasant to wake up to such sight. He liked the lines of their leader's face.

He tried to look around and shifted a bit. It was indeed his bed. Meaning he wasn't the one who moved. He wondered why Chan was beside him. Why would he want to do that when all Minho did lately was hurt him?

He didn't think further since Chan's grip tightened, preventing him from moving more. Minho didn't struggle and melted at the warmth he felt in his stomach. The idea didn't even cross his mind. Instead, he put back his head against Chan's clavicle. His cheek rested against the bare skin of his chest and he snuggled a bit more. He closed back his eyes and tried to forget everything to focus on the sensations.

His legs tangled on their own, they were as close as possible. On his hair, he appreciated with amusement Chan's breath shake some locks. Slowly, few images of a trap, dark alley and Chan leaving him came to his mind and he remembered. A nightmare. Probably had he disturbed Chan sleep. Even though they weren't in best terms since their argument, he could tell Chan came to reassure him. Even if he was hurt because of him, Chan still came for his sake.

Right now, in this embrace he was safe. He felt good, he felt cared, he felt... loved.

Chan loved him. Chan Loved him.

The words kept ringing in his mind. The realisation came as if he only caught their full meaning. Was it really like that, being truly loved? He never doubted Chan's confession, but he couldn't trust it fully either. He had never been Loved. He never felt something so altruistic for anyone, but he should know by now how selfless Chan was. He knew family love, friend love, fan love, crush love... but not the love Chan was talking about.

Instead, now he could feel it. It seemed almost too powerful to bear.

A phone vibrated and stopped soon after. The body against his moved and Minho wondered if the sound had been enough to wake Chan up. He didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't know if he wanted him to or not, but he didn't want to break the moment.

For a while, he didn't hear anything nor felt him move. Then, the arm under his neck slid and fingers tangled in his hair to stroke his head gently.

"You're beautiful," Chan whispered, his voice still husky from sleep. Minho almost shivered. "And so peaceful."

He kept petting his head and Minho could imagine Chan's dimples as he smiled.

"It would be bad if I take advantage of you when you're defenceless, wouldn't it?" Chan chuckled humourlessly. "I won't, don't worry," he reassured softly when he noticed the goosebumps covering Minho's skin. His raw hands brushed his nape, accentuating the shivers he probably aimed to ease.

Minho wondered if his heart wouldn't break with how fan it started to pound in his chest, but he didn't move an inch. For sure, Chan expected him to be asleep. The only thing he had to do was open his eyes. But what would he do then? Ask Chan for the kiss he suddenly craved for? Act as if nothing happened, as if everything was just another normal morning? He knew he couldn't. Instead, he just tried to control his breath with hope he could slow his heartbeats as well.

Chan's lips pressed on his hair and Minho definitely decided it was too late to show he was not sleeping. He knew that if he did, Chan wouldn't be the same. He certainly wouldn't act this way if he had known Minho was awake. He would probably keep his distance and Minho didn't want him to. If only keeping his eyes close could make this instant longer, then he was determined to do it as long as he could. He wanted to listen to Chan's regular heartbeats as a lullaby, feel his body warmth and enjoy his touch forever.

He was almost falling back to sleep with the sweet melody when heard Chan sigh. All good moments come to an end and too soon, the leader untangled himself and moved away.

"Never thought you could be sleeping that much," Chan added as he left the bed.

Minho suddenly felt awfully cold. Not because of the temperature of the room, but because from the loss of comfort. He opened his eyes, ready to hold him back, no matter if he had to admit his lie, but the door was already closing behind Chan.

It was Minho's turn to sigh. This situation was not possible any longer. 

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