Lucid [✔️]

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Minho was handsome like Caleb's friend said he'd be. In fact, Minho was even more good-looking.

And if Caleb was interested in being in a relationship, he'd try to make a move on him. But he didn't want to be in a relationship. In fact, he didn't even want to have a roommate.

Having a roommate meant that he'd have to be careful.

Take his medicine at all times. And be more reserved. Don't interact or speak unless said action was necessary.

And if he didn't feel like taking his medicine, that was okay. Just ... don't scare the hot guy.

The two had lived together for almost two weeks now. And Caleb learned that Minho was a grade higher than him. He also learned that the older had a passion for music.

In fact, he was majoring in dance. What kind? Caleb didn't know. And he didn't care enough to ask.

Now Caleb felt a bit more at ease around him because they both had something in common.

"Ohh. This is nice. Can I use this song for one of my choreographies?"

Caleb barely heard him over the sound of the music that blasted through the speakers.

"Huh?"

"This song. I like it. I'm the main dancer for my group and I wanna use this song for our choreography. I'm sure I could come up with some nice stuff." Caleb still hadn't turned around to look at him while speaking.

On top of that, after he finished his explanation, there was no reply.

Not immediately at least.

Which led Minho to think that maybe the answer was no.

"I mean, I already had a song I wanted to use. That one's cool too. I just heard this one and-"

"Uh. Yeah. You can use it..." Minho watched as Caleb slowly spun around in his chair and faced him. But he didn't look at him. In fact, he glanced at the door to his makeshift studio and then looked down at his watch.

He then looked at the door again, a distant look in his eyes. And if Minho didn't know any better, he'd think that someone was there.

"Yeah. Okay. Uh ..." he trailed off before standing and rubbing his eyes. "You can use it." Pause. "Look, I'll be right back."

And then he left.

"Uh ... okay. I'll be here."

Wonder if he's okay.