Lucid [✔️]

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Ass:
Where are you?

Minho:
I'm out.

Ass:
Out?

Minho:
Mind your fucking business-
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Yes. As in 'not in the apartment.'

Ass:
Okay. Do you know when you'll be back?

Minho:
I'll probably be out all night. Why? Do you need something?

Ass:
No. Just curious.

Minho arched a brow. Caleb never seemed to care when he left. Why was he all on his case all of the sudden?

"Are you seriously on your phone while we're on a date?"

Minho made a 'wtf' face as he looked up at Grace. The brunette glared at him with all the disappointment and disgust she could muster up.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Grace? We're in line. I can't check my phone while we're waiting to get on the ride?"

"No. Because I was talking to you about something!"

True. She had been talking. But in Minho's defence, it was about stuff he could care less about. He didn't care about Kyle Janner or her new makeup stuff.

If he didn't care then, why would he pretend to care now for some girl he only invited over to make Caleb jealous? It didn't make sense.

She let out a sigh and then relaxed a little. "I just don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why her makeup is so out there? I mean ... I know it's because she's a celebrity. But like, there are people who make makeup way better than her. People who aren't celebrities."

Minho sighed.

This was gonna be a long night.