Lucid [✔️]

24 *

"Sorry about yesterday." Minho apologised as the two boys sat on the sofa. They had classes today. But they decided to spend some time together before they were separated by their schedules.

After classes today, Minho and his dance group were going to practise their moves for their first street performance.

Luckily, the dance instructor was nice enough to let them use the dance studio.

Minho had used his special charm to get the opportunity. And he wasn't gonna take it for granted.

Anyways, the two were situated on the sofa, Minho's head lying in Caleb's lap as the younger ran his hair through the black locks.

"It's just ... sometimes I think too much. And it saddens me."

Minho didn't like to voice this thoughts because then people would look at him like he was crazy, but he often felt as though he was alone.

Like he had no one to talk to.

He had so many thoughts and theories running through his head. And he could never talk to anyone about them because no one really wanted to listen.

Or the time to talk about such things never came up.

Writing thoughts down on paper could only do so much, ya know?

And not everyone liked to talk about existence.

"It's okay. I understand." Caleb stated. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"Yeah. Maybe when I can actually get some words out of you."

Lately, the two had crossed paths more. But Caleb still tended to be reserved. And Minho hadn't expected a change immediately, but he expected the younger to make an effort to open up more.

But he was still the same.

At least he listened, right?

Caleb's silence didn't go unnoticed by Minho. And the older was almost tempted to call him out on it again. But he didn't. And he was glad he didn't because a few seconds later, Caleb responded with a small-yet-strong 'sorry.'

Minho nodded his head and then looked at the time on the DVR before sighing and sitting up.  It was time to start getting ready for classes.

"Whatever. Let's just start getting ready."

-

After school, Minho watched as two of his members from his dance group worked on the group's choreography.

He took a sip of his water from his bottle and drew in a deep breath to steady his uneven breathing.

The song he had chosen was very fast. Not upbeat. Fast and 'out there.'

Kind of like a hype song.

So the choreography had to be the same way - fast and eye-popping.

Everyone seemed to know the choreography so far. And their performance was at the end of the month.

So now he was going through and helping the others tighten up some stuff.

Today he was working with Joseph and Michael.

He would've worked with everyone but the other two had jobs. Besides, working with two people was much easier than working with four.

Minho watched as Joseph 'popped' while sending a wave to Michael, who caught it, did a dance move and sent it back.

However, Joseph hadn't been in the right position to send it back.

He was already doing the next move.

Minho sighed and used the remote to stop the music. 

"Joseph. What was that?"

The shaggy-haired boy arched a brow. "What was what?"

"Exactly. You have to wait for the wave to come back before you start on your next move. I thought we talked about this?"

"We did it's just ..."

Minho nodded and offered a small smile before looking at the clock on his phone. "S'all good. Let's just take ten. I'm heading to the vending machine. Does anyone want anything?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't dance too much without me."

And then he left.