Lucid [✔️]

32

"I've been really bad lately. I'm sorry."

Minho rolled his eyes, trying his best to ignore the young, brown-skinned god that had manoeuvred into his lap. But it was very hard to do so.

Especially because the younger was speaking in that sultry tone of his.

Or maybe it was because of his gentle hands that rested on his chest. Or his soft lips that lingered near his earlobes.

Minho tried his very best to focus on his very intense game of Fortnite. But then he started rolling his hips.

Caleb let out a small moan. "I'm sorry, daddy. It's just that ... I haven't had my medicine in a few days. Not having my medicine makes me do bad things."

Maybe his game of Fortnite could wait.

He exited out of the lobby and set his ps4 controller to the side and instead placed his hands on Caleb's waist.

"Medicine?" Minho asked, sliding his hands under the shirt to meet soft, warm skin.

"Yes. Medicine. See ... Schizophrenia runs in my dad's side of the family." The undulating of his hips ceased. "Unfortunately, it was passed down to me too. I take medicine for it ... occasionally."

"Occasionally? Why not all the time?"

"'Cause I don't like the way it makes me feel. So, when I feel I've had enough, I don't take the medicine for a few days. I try to distance myself from people during my off-medication time."

Minho listened to the other's words, thinking.

So that's why he had been trying to kill him. Or he had been talking to himself. Or straight up doing weird shit.

That's what 'the voice' was.

That's what 'weird Caleb' was. It was Caleb off his medicine.

"I tried to stay away from you. But you're just too sexy ... and the voices in my head couldn't get enough of you."

Minho felt a small lump in his throat form.

Suddenly, he didn't feel too hot.

"Thank you for staying around and dealing with my crazy ass. I really appreciate it. Now allow me to repay you for all of the time of yours I've wasted."