Lucid [✔️]

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Minho watched as the semi-limp figure fell to it's knees.

For some reason, he couldn't see the male's face. He could tell that it was a male by the outline of the body. But he couldn't  see any details. Everything was just a blur.

Everything was always a blur.

Minho always had this dream. At least once a month.

Before he met Caleb, he used to have the dream more frequently. At least once a week. But now that he wasn't alone anymore, he didn't have the dream as often.

But still when he had it, it was random. And it always surprised him a little.

However, he knew what to expect. Because before the person was revealed, he woke up.

The burly male behind him removed the weapon of choice before stepping to the side. The injured fell to the ground after babbling some stuff. Minho couldn't really understood what had been said.

And he couldn't really decipher the voice.

He had no control over his actions in this particular dream. However, he had gotten used to it.

He watched helplessly as he approached the dead body and kicked it over, saying something in his native tongue;

"This was for your own good, kid."

Minho kinda expected to wake up. Even though he was anxious to see who exactly was lying dead on the ground, he wanted to wake up. He didn't want to go on any further.

But when the body was flipped over and he could clearly see that face of who had just been killed, he shot up in his bed.

Minho drew in a deep breath and looked around.

To his left lied a sleeping Caleb. How he ended up in the male's bed wasn't his main concern right now.

As quietly as he could, he slipped out of the bed and fled out of the room, heading to his own.

He had a headache from waking up too fast. And he was almost tempted to go take some medicine. But he decided against it.

After all, the headache would only last for a few moment.

The shock of finding out who had died in his dream?

That'd last a little longer ...