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I loved him enough to let his heart be with someone else other than me.
I knew it was wrong, a terrible, terrible idea to fall for a guy, who's in love with someone else, to fall for your best friend. It was irresistible, to not fall for someone with such personality and looks. A gentleman who holds your hand and holds you to sleep.
A guy who cooks breakfast and dinner for you with your favorite foods. A guy who tries his best for you. I may be saying too much, maybe a bit too bold to say such things when a guy, this guy doesn't even know his best friend thinks thoughts of him, daydreaming about being with him. I am not ashamed of my action. Maybe a bit greedy and shameless of me but for him to be mine, I must do it all.
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He holds George to sleep, at night when he overworks himself. The way his hands run along his brunette hair. Maybe this is wrong, for a friend to hold him to sleep, his friend to let him lay his head on his chest and wrap his arms around his waist.
Dream has always been like that. May be a bit too much for George to handle since he's so deeply in love with his roommate, his best friend. A bit too intimate to be his friend and a bit too weird to be family.
When he whispers to George that immediately swoops him into a deep sleep, a melody to his ears. He's so good at everything George is not and maybe he likes that. Another way to get Dream to fall for him from head to toe. If being greedy is what it takes for Dream to fall for him. He will pass that length, go through that length.
“ Go to sleep George, “ just those words will leave him all tingly. George likes when he whispers and that's why he’s always sassy when he's tired. “ Shut up, I need to finish my work, “ and Dream will hold him, squeeze his waist and pull him into his arms and let George rest on his chest. He lets George push him away, knowing a bit too much of George when he's tired. George knows a part him of wants to lie down after a long day of work and mindlessly staring at his computer for hours straight without a break.
He could get a chance to sleep with Dream. Not in that way but just in a way where it's just them without anyone else, laying in bed and resting without any stress. Just them with their walls down and nothing to hide of.
“You can finish this tomorrow George, come sleep with me, “ and that's all it takes for George to abandon his work. Within a sway of phrases, he relies on his whole body to control him, too embarrassed to let his mind comprehend all of this.
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When Sapnap asked why he is in a good mood today, he'll answer that he ‘got a good sleep’ and although it's better than good. Sapnap is in the same major as he is, Computer science while Dream majors in English Literature, ‘literal nerd’ as George would say.
Sapnap doesn't know that he is in love with Dream, his roommate and although he had a brief introduction and a little knowledge of Dream, he doesn't know all of him and George doesn't want to get into that because it may show that he is in love with Dream, his roommate, and best friend.
The only thing Sapnap knows is how Dream is his roommate, a total hottie at his facility, and a literal golden retriever with a bright smile and a cute laugh. The last information may have to do with George but ignore that part.
Dream is a celebrity when it comes to girls and gays. He attracts almost anyone that passes and maybe George is a little angry by that statement and a tad jealous but he will not admit to it.
It starts with a rumor that tightens his grasp on Dream and made him protective of his soon-to-be partner if everything goes right. He is hoping Dream has a bit of love for George.
Rumors spread faster than mouses chasing cheese when it comes to Dream. His charming smile and infectious laugh. If someone asks which is sweeter, a lollipop or Dream, everyone is going to drool over that man without hesitation.
When the rumors caught George's ears, he knew he had to speed and make his way to catch Dream before he falls into the hands of that girl.
George doesn't particularly know who that girl is and maybe he shouldn't judge her based on rumors but hearing a person flirting with his man? She's messing with the wrong person.
What more can he do than make sure everyone knows their place?
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“ Why are we at the English Literature Faculty? “ Sapnao whispers behind him while quickly looking around making sure no one is giving him weird stares.
“ I'm going to give Dream lunch that I made for him, “maybe George shouldn't be that bold, but he needs to fasten his pace to make sure Dream doesn't fall into the hands of others.
“ You could've just let someone in this faculty deliver it to him, why do we need to go all the way to him?! “ Sapnap exaggerated. Of course, no one would want to walk all the way to another faculty’s building just to deliver food to his so-called, roommates.
This is George’s plan though, to make sure everyone sees George give him food to ensure everyone knows that he and Dream have a probability to have an intimate relationship.
“Don't you think it's a little too much? We're giving him food he could literally afford to buy and make!” Sapnap huffed, a little too tired to be dealing with George and his nonsense. How could he not get mad when George is literally bringing Dream fried rice? yes, fried. Rice. Home-cooked fried rice that looked overcooked and unedible but how could he, George’s best friend, hurt his feelings? He probably took a lot of time making those.
(He made it last minute.)
First and foremost, George dragged him all the way to a building, where he didn't know everyone and anyone from this faculty. He didn't even get to spend his free time eating and napping. Damn George.
“ There he is, “ George said, and maybe too loud because it attracted the people surrounding Dream. “ Why the fuck does he have that many friends, “ Muttered George only for Sapnap to hear. “You probably don't have enough,” and that's all it takes to elbow the shorter guy. He may curse loudly and may hit back but it's not enough to make George get out of the trance.
God, he's so pretty, George let his mind say because he shouldn't hold back what's true. The way wind blows his hair like piles of leaves on fall. Maybe his laugh and smile attracted him more. Those pearly white teeth and that powerful laugh. If he was Jenga he'll fall when the first floor was stacked.
“George?” Dream called him and tilt his head to get a view of George clearly. If George looks a little in love, don't blame him. He shouldn't have expected much though. It wouldn't shock him to catch a glimpse of someone around Dream’s arm, maybe a little sad but no one should know.
If George saw Dream retract his hands away for the woman beside him, he wouldn't care. It's too late to unsee the sight anyway. That's probably ‘the’ girl in said rumors.
Whatsoever happens, George will try, and although it hurts it wouldn't affect him that much. As he walks closer to the group with Sapnap, it hurts a bit more seeing the woman beside him. She's pretty, and he hopes he's enough to attract Dream.
Maybe he shouldn't dwell so long on the thought that the possibility of them being together is high, he couldn't help since he's trying to pursue Dream.
“I made you something,” and his words may sound like he's holding something in, but it wouldn't matter. He holds his hands out and the bento box on top of it.
Deam’s hand may have caressed his hand when he tries to take the bento box and George perhaps blushed, he shouldn't ponder on that much, not to bring his expectations up.
“Thank you, but-” before George lets him continue, well- he doesn't want to know what Dream will say, good or bad, he can't bear to hear his voice, or the word ‘love’ may be seen painted all over his face. Bright red, love.
“I have class, see you later,” and George left before patting Dream’s back awkwardly. Awkward, he heard Sapnap mutter but he ignored him, picking his pace up, a bit too excited to leave this place and forget whatever just happened and eager to see Dream in his dorm alone with him.
I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you so much that it feels like my hurt is going to burst. I think it's going to explode. I like you I feel like I'm about to die.
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George may have expected too much when he arrived at his dorm. At his and Dream’s dorm. The thought of hearing those words aloud from Dream would be enough as a confession. Anyway, the real problem is, Dream is not in the dorm. Well, if he is then he’ll probably be dead with how quiet and dark the dorm is.
He opened the light, sighed, and jump onto his mattress. Perhaps he is still busy. According to Dream’s schedule, he should be home in half an hour ago. He checked his phone, no messages. Well, he have time, might as well do his assignments.
After an hour, the man he has been waiting for finally comes and he would have been happy if not for the faint scent of alcohol. “I'm back,” Dream sighed, sat next George on the cushion. George gave him a half-hearted response, too tired and a bit upset that Dream didn't tell him he was going out.
“Where did you go?” George raised a question, a lace of aggression along his blunt words. He didn't really need Dream to tell him he was going out but he could've reminded him that he is not coming home. Really, George waited two hours for him.
“Did I not tell you?” the green-eyed man asked, tilting his head like he usually does with that stares that are so definitive. With a huff, he answered him with a ‘no’ remains to look at his computer.
He didn't even mention the food he gave him, that hurts. Maybe he just forgot about it.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” the way he says it makes George feel so guilty for being upset earlier. Probably because of the way his voice became smaller if that was possible. With a sigh, “It's fine,” George answered, a quick smile followed. He was too tired to talk and too tired to even open his eyes.
With a shuffle, a pair of arms are wrapped around him along with heavy pressure next to his head. His breath would blow toward George’s neck and it gave him chills. A small sigh was let out by the person who is essentially trying to mold both of them together into one piece. The way he holds him so tightly and closely, enough to make him breathe but hardly since the individual takes his fucking breath away.
“Are you okay, baby?” His voice rang through George’s eardrums. He was so close to his ears that it made George flinch when he realized they were practically one piece. He whispers softly, playing with the nape of George’s hair. His touch was so soft George was about to cry.
If George didn't react to him physically, blame the drowsiness that is drowning him. “I need to get this done, I'll be done in a bit.”
The way the green eyed man hugged him made him feel like he was about to burst and explode. Dream wrapped his arms around his neck, maybe placing soft kisses on his hair and if he did, the other didn't realize. “You haven't eaten dinner yet, the food is still on the table,”
Dream is so good at guessing it makes him want to rip his hair off with how caring he is. He tries to avoid answering and tries to pretend that he didn't hear what the other said but the way those kisses become more overwhelmingly is dangerous. He tries and tries but it was no use as he was weak for the man. Oh so, so weak.
The way he messages his shoulders made George feels like he flew to heaven. If those words made Dream think it wasn't enough then maybe the oblivious one is him. The green-eyed starts to pout. He knew George was weak for him, most importantly, his cute little pout. “Okay idiot, I'll stop and eat,” George perhaps did grin, hopefully, Dream didn't see that.
That night, Dream conceivably fed him and praises him for his hard work but all this is just between them.
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“George, wake up,” That melody. That sweet, beautiful melody. What song is that? Maybe he should listen to it often. These past few days have been stressful. If that sound calms him down instantly, maybe it could help him. “George you fucking idiot, wake up you're going to be late.”
Oh.
Well, it's Dream. But It didn't change his mind about wanting to listen to that voice. Why is he so aggressive though?
“You're so heavy I might suffocate!” Dream tries to make his voice sound like he's exaggerating but it mostly sounds like he's in love. Dream knows, George doesn't though, that fucking idiot.
George wrapped his arms around Dream’s neck. Half of his intention was to tease Dream and the other, well, he was trying to relish this moment. Who knows when will be the next time he sleeps in the man’s arm? “Let me go, you idiot, we're going to be late!”
He tries to push George but that weak push isn't enough. You got to buff up buddy. You better start pushing that man or you're going to be late. No time to be in love. He perhaps is love-struck but being late is not on his today list.
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“I think I have a bump on my head,” he winces when he touches his head. Beside him is Sapnap and they're going to class. A bit late but the professor is most likely the same.
George woke up harshly, falling off the bed, Dream continuously kissing his head as his sorry for pushing him that hard and George in a blushing mess. He might not regret being late, except for the part when Sapnap screamed his lungs out, cursing at him for making them late. Well, screaming is extreme, preferably scolding him and after multiple promises to buy him lunch and copy his notes- which is too extreme, he finally calmed down.
“Did you hit a pole and passed out, that's why you were fucking late?” Sapnap rolled his eyes, side pushed him. “Idiot, you don't need to hold that above my head,” he pushes him back harder.
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Next step, go buy ice cream with him.
He scribbles that down on his diary, grinning at the thought of them buying ice cream together. He closed his diary and with confidence, strolled out of his room.
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I want to kiss you under the moonlight. I want to hold you and hug you, I want to be with you and be near you. I like you, I love you. I want to hug you to sleep and hold you like you're so precious and you are. I want to be with you every day and all day. I want to be near you every second and every minute. I love you. Do you love me?
I hope you feel the same.
“What are you going to do after class?” Quackity, his friend asked, twirling a pencil in front of Dream’s face to get his attention. “I might just stay in my dorm,” replied him, closing his journal.
I want to be with George.
“I'll see you tomorrow,” and he rushed out and ran to his dorm. The wind blows on his face as if they're mocking him for being so in love. The stuff on his hands and the bag on his back felt lighter and heavier at the same time. Within each step he took, nervous rises up his feet.
He possibly shouldn't be super eager but after a long class and not being able to walk George to his class because they were so late given rise to why he was upset. He was simply- sulking.
On his way to their dorm. Theirs. That made him giggle aloud every time George is included in something he was too. Someone stopped him when he was walking. Well, that someone was-
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-Aliya.
That Aliya is always with him. George was on his way to meet Dream on the way to their dorm. (There it is again, their). He was hoping to bump into him and maybe ask him if he wanted to buy ice cream with him as planned. The plan in his diary- not with him.
Maybe he should just get rid of her. Throw her out of the lake and feed her to the sharks. He probably should do some magic and make Dream forget anything and everything about her including her existence in this world.
Of course, this was only in his head, no human could ever think and do because of such thoughts. Overall, he was just envious that the woman hang around Dream like spider webs. It may be rude to say that aloud but thankfully it was just his brain talking.
He supposes he should go and disturb their seemingly lovely chat.
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“Dreamie!” her voice is too perky. George’s voice is smooth and loud and more effective. She does not match him. Whatever he’ll just smile and wave. That's what he did. He should've just smiled but it's too late to take back action a second too late.
“Hi, Aliya,” Wow, that sounds awkward. He's just not used to talking so politely and so calmly to someone. Usually, he’ll be more enthusiastic and more eager. Probably it's just another one of George's effects.
She hooks her arms around him, she's shorter than George. She could've been Dream’s type if he haven't had a crush on George. Well, Dream would still not have a crush on her unless she's George. George with a bright smile, George with stunning laugh, and a pretty face. He's everything she's not.
Although she's nice, Dream has clearly stated that he does not have any intention of pursuing her and moving forward to the ‘next step’ of their companionship.
He took a breath of relief- way too loudly that is- when he saw George walking towards them. If he looks so in love right now- he doesn't care. He cares about a lot of things like his reputation, his looks, his grades, and his future but George makes him forget those and turns them into something Dream wholly disregards.
The way the wind blows on his face makes him squint. The way his hair blows and falls backward- a fit perfect for when he wears a suit on their wedding. (he was joking)
“Dream!” George called him out. He's so freaking cute Dream just wants to pinch his cheeks and hug him so tightly. George did a quick run, breathing too heavily right in front of him. He's sweating and Drem just wants to wipe off it because it annoys George and he knows it.
George particularly despises sweating, expected because back then, he lives in a place where everywhere is cold. He looks so huggable and so small right in front of Dream, oh how he wishes he could just put him in his pockets.
“What are you doing after this? Let's go get ice cream, it's so fucking hot outside,” evidence of the phrase ‘hot’ could be seen with how much he's sweating right now.
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If George sounds so rushed, he is because it is so hot and the daylight irritates him and he just wants to get rid of this girl and be with Dream alone.
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“Sure,” Dream sounds straightforward and rude possibly because he wishes to keep company with George. A date. That sound like a suitable word. “Dream, how could you simply have forgotten about me, the person next to you,” she sounds upset. Dream feels a bit guilty for outright ignoring her but he was too eager to meet and go on a...date with George.
“Sorry Aliya, I have a date- I mean I have somewhere to be,” He looks towards George and smiled. He grabs George’s hand, and pulls him towards Dream, “Bye, see you tomorrow!” and there he goes, in the wrong direction.
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“Where should we go?”
Dream is still holding his hand, probably forgetting that he is still gripping his hand, he doesn't mind it though, this is a dream come true. George is behind Dream, a close distance between them.
If Dream stops, he could just bump into Dream right into his back. That would be another dream come true.
“Let's go to the store near the park,”
And Dream leads the way. This tall man acts so much like a kid. When a mother notifies him that he could purchase ice cream, he would scramble towards the stand like an eager dog getting treats.
George enjoys this side of Dream. A side that George knows he only could see. This vulnerable side. This silly side of Dream. This cute side of him.
Dream has always been so open to George, leading George to fall head over heels for this man. He has always been so kind and has always been a gentleman towards George. Treats him as if he is a rare gem.
He found a lot of charms. His ways of secretly doing good deeds that would make George’s knee weak. When he brings George to sleep, for example. He has been a helper for George with his fucked up sleep schedule and his habit of staying up so late to finish his work.
He opens the door for him, like how he did now.
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“Can I have cookies and cream please?” His voice plays along to the melody inside the shop. George has always been a fan of cookies and cream. One time, Dream bought him twenty tubs of cookies and cream ice cream for his Christmas gift and half of it was a waste.
He faces Dream, poking him at his sides to get his attention. He signals him toward the ice cream stand, pointing out that he's done ordering. “Oh! I would like vanilla, please,”
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“Let’s go there,” George points out towards the forest. He grabs Dream’s arm, those soft hands distract him from questioning George and his nonsense. Dream follows him like a puppy, letting George drag him.
The forest was quiet as if no living creatures are around except for the crickets. He may feel cautious of his surrounding but the way George squeezes his hands as assurance wants to make him melt like an ice cream.
“Where are we going?” Dream asked, after a few minutes of silence and a bit of self-realization on how smitten he is with the person who is holding his hand. This small thing George does makes his heart skip a beat and his life span extends.
“I went here a few days ago when you were out with your... Yeah,” George mumbled, his pace getting faster as he squeezes Dream’s hand harder.
The hill went steeper as they got deep into the woods. The path, well it was doesn't exist in the first place, became tinier. When they stopped, out of breath, they were at the edge of a mountain, and it was breathtaking.
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The time went by quickly and the clouds pass by faster as the sun starts to sink. It felt quiet, with just the two of them. Their ice cream was long gone and they were just sitting down on the grass. Looking at the view is nice, amazing as if he's looking at the world. The beauty of nature.
“This is nice,” George starts, after what felt like a long time. The atmosphere was peaceful, it sets up a mood. It felt a bit intimate, being alone with Dream, with nothing but trees and the world around them.
Dream hums in agreement. The silence engulfed them and they were just comfy like that. It was so silence George could hear the waterfall nearby, until-
...what?
just happened.
His thoughts word-for-word silence everything. His thoughts was a mess, panicking. Did he just touch my hand? Was it an accident? Oh my fucking God.
Perhaps it wasn't a mistake because the way his hand still lingers on his tells a whole lot of story. It's making George’s heart run the whole entire stadium. It's beating so fast. It makes him feel so exhausted and energetic at the same time. The adrenaline is unreal. It makes him want to scream so loud his voice goes out.
Dream’s hands lay on top of George, his thumb brushing ever so softly. His hand felt so warm and big and so, oh so soft. His fingers start to clasp around him and the way his heart speeds up so fast makes him feel so embarrassed.
George turns to look at him and God, the view. He wants to shriek and sob. His face is so red. Dream’s face is so so red like a beetroot. What is happening right now?!
The way he turns his face ever so slightly to hide his face and the way he tries to quietly exhale but fails is so cute. He is so cute. He just wants to kiss him right now and there.
Is he confessing right now? Lord what is happening right now?!
“Dream,” George lets out, his palm meets the other and he squeezes. “Look at me Dream,” He tugs at his hand softly, urging him to face the other. The world may be in front of Dream, and the beauty of the world may have been in front, but it can't beat the beauty of the person in front of him.
His world may be the one he's in right now, the one that was in front of him but the only world in his eyes right now is in front of him. George is so gorgeous. Unsurpassed beauty.
“Yes, George?” His voice is so small it makes George want to cry and rip his hair off his head. He is so adorable. He is the definition of a puppy. God save him.
When he turns his head and the small smile that he puts on makes him look so small and maybe he is taller than George but you can't deny on how he looks so small right now.
“Do you have anything to say?” George squeezes his hand and shakes it a bit to hint at what he's talking about. Dream turn his face away, biting his lips.
George places his other hand on the side of Dream’s face and turns his face to him. “Look at me Dream,” he emphasizes the word ‘look’ to ensure Dream.
“Uhh,” He turns his eyes away and licks his lip. He squeezes his hand that was with George and slips his hands up to hold George’s other hand. He looks at George back. Maybe the way George licks his lip and looks down made him do foolish stuff but right there he wants to kiss him. Kiss him so hard and leave him breathless.
George leans in slowly, but their head together. Dream looks at his mouth and back up and George wants to melt right there. “Can I kiss you?” Dream whispers, his thumb rubbing the hand on his face. George smiles, grinning softly as he grips. the hand laying on the patch of grass.
“What do you think Dream? Should I let you kiss me?” George smiles and he looks so in love. He leans in closer until their nose touches. “Please George,” Dream whines softly, urging them to get closer and get their lips to meet.
George smiles as he leans in and leads him. Their lips touch delicately, and Dream exhales through his nose. George smiles and deepens the kiss. After a few breathless moments and a bit of giggle, they pull back, letting their forehead touch.
George grins at him, both of his hands at the side of Dream’s face. He squishes his cheek, making Dream pout. He laughs, and called him an ‘idiot’.
Nothing changes, Dream thought, relief evident on his face. “I like you, George,” he confessed, gripping the hands laying on the side of his face. “I really like you so much,” he continues, “I feel like I'm about to burst into small pieces of hearts when I look at you,” and George laughs.
“You make me feel so dumb and confused. I felt so shy and embarrassed when I do something stupid. Sometimes I want to scream at how I leave bad impressions every time you're around.” and this makes George want to cry. Cry so much that his tears wouldn't fall anymore.
“That's enough, idiot.”
Dream huffs, puffing his cheeks. “Are you sure you're not in love with the other girl?” George teases. He looks so cute when he sulks it just makes George want to tease him more. Dream shakes his head and leans into the touch as George starts to rub his face.
George sighs happily, maybe looking a bit too in love right now that his walls his entirely down. “I like you too,” George lets out and that's all it takes for Dream to jump onto George.