Lucid [✔️]

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"Bro, what did I tell you about that?"

Minho frowned for a split second before letting his face fall straight. Caleb had been real bitchy lately. Since that one day.

And Minho feared for his life.

Minho wasn't gonna keep letting that curly-haired dildo talk to him like he was some object. Some object that messed up from time to time and you had to slap around before it started working correctly.

No. Soon, Caleb would try to slap him around and Minho would break.

"What are you talking about? I just asked you how your day was."

"I told you to stop asking me how I am and how my day is. You don't care. So don't waste your breath and my time asking."

Minho huffed. He didn't know where the younger came up with these ideas. A few days ago, Minho had 'caught Caleb up in the middle of the night making a lot of noise.

Kinda.

The bag of sugar was kind of noisy. And Minho was sometimes a light sleeper.

He had went to see what all the commotion was about and he saw Caleb heading towards the front door with a cup of sugar in his hand.

Or ... what Minho assumed (and later on saw) to be a cup of sugar.

"Caleb, what the hell are you doing? It's almost 3 in the morning!"

"Yeah. I know, smart one. I can tell time. I'm doing something ..."

"What are you doing?"

"Minding my business."

"Caleb-"

"Fuck off!"

Caleb had slammed the door shut after leaving.

It wasn't until the next morning Minho had found out that that sugar had been put into his gas tank.

He went out to his car the next morning to go to the gym. And he saw a bunch of sugar around his fuel door and on the ground beneath it.

He was glad that he didn't just hop in and start driving.

That day, he had stormed back into the house with the intention of kicking his boyfriend's ass. But instead, he had been weirded out.

"Caleb, why the fuck did you put sugar in my gas tank!"

"Who said I did it?"

"Legit, you left with a cup of sugar last night!" Despite the fact that Minho's face had been redder than Santa when he was caught red-handed, he still tried to remain calm.

Something wasn't right with Caleb.

"He told me too."

"He? Who the hell is he?"

"I really shouldn't say." There had been a tinge of nervousness in the brunet's voice. Yet his face remained as plain as his white tee.

"You shouldn't say? Well I really shouldn't kick your ass. But I really want to, Caleb."

Caleb contemplated it for a moment. Tell Minho? Or spare his time?

He knew that if he had told him, he wasn't gonna believe him. But he wouldn't leave him alone until he told him.

"Fine...." pause. "The guy in my head told me to."

"The guy in your head?"

Minho watched as Caleb nodded.

And he felt sick all of the sudden.

"You're kidding me, right?"

The younger had shook his head with as much enthusiasm as a kid who was answering questions for candy.

"The guy in your head told you to put sugar in my gas tank?"

"Yes. I tried to, at least. He said it was either I do that or put the sugar in your mouth while you were asleep."

Minho had gulped to the best of his ability. His mouth had been kinda dry. So there were some difficulties....

"This guy in your head ... does he like me?"

"Not really. He says you're just another pretty face waiting to ruin things ..."

Minho nodded. "Oh ..."

What do you do with that information?