Lucid [✔️]

29

REAAAAALLLLLY SHORT FILLER CHAPTER.

SORRY :/ 

At least it's proofread.

"What do you mean you don't like the kimchi fried rice I made?"

Caleb openly rolled his eyes. Usually, he'd roll his eyes discretely. But he didn't care right now. "I mean, I don't like it. It's not something I enjoy eating. I know English isn't your first language, but at least pretend you understand."

Minho narrowed his eyes.

He was older, ya know?

He contemplated snapping Caleb's pretty neck right then and there. He could always put up an ad for a nicer roommate.

Today must've been one of Caleb's off days. He had those a lot.

Like he was on his man-period or something.

And because moments like these only happened like once a month, he decided to not pay that much attention to it.

"Yeah, well language isn't your first language either, fucktard."

"Yeah. Well at least my language is close to English."

"Korean and English share some similarities. In fact-"

"Minho, I don't care. Your gross food tastes better when you actually eat it and don't criticise me for not liking it."

Minho sighed. Caleb did make a point.

But did he have to be so rude about it?