Lucid [✔️]

3

"Are you okay?"

Caleb looked up from his barely-empty bowl of tomato soup.

For dinner, Minho had made some fancy tomato soup (although Caleb knew it was just canned tomato soup with some basil or something in it, he decided to act surprised. The older had a praising kink or something) and some grilled cheese sandwiches.

Basic dinner for basic bit- I mean ... boys.

"I'm fine."

Minho nodded. By now, he knew that the only way he'd really get information out of the boy was if he asked indirect questions. Or asked for explanations.

"Are you sure? 'Cause yesterday when you left your makeshift studio, you kinda worried me."

Caleb nodded again and looked over to his half-eaten sandwich. "I didn't mean to."

"I know." Pause. "Just know that if anything is going on, you're always free to talk to me." He offered him a small smile (which wasn't returned by the way), before finishing his food and getting up.

"Wanna play Mario Kart?"

"Sure."

-

"You cheated!" Minho exclaimed, placing his controller in his lap and then crossing his arms over his chest. He gave Caleb the meanest cute glare he could muster up. But the older's glare seemingly went unnoticed.

Caleb just squinted his eyes as he stared at the TV screen reading the new stats that were now displayed on the screen.

"You can't cheat at Mario Kart."

"Well I still lost."

"Because you suck." The older scoffed. "Get yourself together. The next match is starting."

-

Two hours later, the two were passed out on the sofa.

Caleb had fallen asleep before Minho of course. He said that he wanted to lie down for a second and close his eyes. And he didn't get comfortable solely for that reason.

And that was how he had ended up falling asleep a few moments later almost hanging off the couch.

Being the nice person he was, Minho decided to put the sleeping man's head on his lap so he wouldn't wake up with a crap in his neck.

And then he fell asleep. Because he didn't want to get up and disturb the younger's sleep.

Anyways, Minho woke up two hours later and looked around the room before looking down at his lap and then looking at the TV. It took him a moment to recall some things. But once he did, he found himself cheesing.

Though the male's personality was flawed, if you didn't interact with him, you would think he was the most perfect person in the world because his face looked so perfect.

Everything looked as if it belonged there. Like that one curl that fell into his face. Or the bit of peach fuzz on his upper lip.

His soft, yet stern facial shape.

His beautiful skin. And his full lips that looked kissable whether he was frowning, smiling or just doing his stoic look.

Minho ran a hand through the younger's soft curls drinking in the sound of the younger's groan upon doing so.

He stopped when Caleb stirred and looked at his neck.

He wondered what the younger would look like with his lips swollen from kisses. Or his neck and collar bones marked up with love bites.

"Can I help you?"

Minho was snapped out of his daze. Not only had he not noticed that he was staring, but he also didn't notice that the younger was awake and staring back at him with those blank hazel hues of his.

One of his thick eyebrows quirked. "I'm waiting..."

"Uh ... sorry. I thought I saw  something on your ..." He paused for a second. "Lip. I thought I saw something on your lip."

"Oh. Is it still there?"

"Uh .... I don't see it." He had no problem with staring at the younger's lips some moments ago. But now?

He didn't even want to think about it.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah."

"You don't sound so sure. You should look for me. C'mon. I don't bite."

Minho cleared his throat and then looked at the younger's lips, trying his best to not blush like a giddy school kid. But he couldn't help himself.

He was sure the tips of his ears were red.

"Uh ... I don't see anything." He couldn't even look the younger in his eyes right now. And the fact that he was still lying in his lap didn't help anything.

"Really? You should look closer." He whispered.

Minho gulped and leaned down a bit just so he could get a closer look like Caleb requested. The only thing he heard right now was the sound of his heart beating.

How could he not?

It was beating very loud. And aggressively.

Caleb could probably hear it.

"Closer ..." the younger said in a hushed tone. And Minho obliged. He stared at the younger's lips, desperately wanting to kiss them. But he couldn't because it wasn't his place to kiss them.

Yes, they looked so soft. But what if he had a girlfriend? Surely with a face like that he'd have a girlfriend. And his personality wasn't that bad. He was actually rather charming. So of course he'd have a girlfriend.

"I don't see-"

Before Minho could finish his sentence, he felt Caleb's soft lips attach to his own.

Well fuck.