- roommates - dnf -

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Dream
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I'm in love with him.

I've been in my room since Wednesday and classes start tomorrow. The only time I've left is to pee, shower or grab something to eat. Not really speaking to George unless it's just a few words. It's really fucking hurting, I don't know how to talk to him. I mean, not that I want to after last time I did I was fucking showed up.

They broke up. I'm not there supporting him, telling him it'll be fine. I'm in my room, sulking. He's out there doing god knows what.

Sapnap said, "I don't think he wanted to tell you, Dream." Which I thought was fucking stupid, I said no shit. "But do you know why he didn't want to?" I shook my head.

"Because he wants to like you, not the boyfriend. He was probably scared that you'd back away and leave him alone." I stared at the ground, I was so fucking naive. Sapnap couldn't have been more right.

I guess I wanted him to feel bad for what he did. When he lead me on. But I've been over it for a while and I don't know how to ease back into speaking with him again.

Today is the day I try. Sunday. I fucking hate Sundays. I open my bedroom door to silence. George isn't there, he's probably in his room so I make myself a coffee.

Part of me really wanted to try with George and get close with him again but the other part of me wanted to keep my distance in case I got hurt again. What he did was wrong and I'm pretty certain I've taught him a lesson.

My face couldn't help but light up when his bedroom door opened. He obviously hadn't slept much since the bags under his eyes were hanging on by threads, not that I cared.

"What're you doing up so early?" He asked with a tired voice.

I tried my best to act 'chill' or normal, "Needed to get up early for once."

He hummed and sat on the counter in front of me. I could tell he had something to say, he was chewing on his lip waiting for the right moment.

He finally cleared his throat, "So I um, requested to move rooms."

A gasp escaped my throat. I had not at all expected that, why would he do that?

"What? Why?" I almost sounded angry.

George couldn't bare to look at me, "What do you mean why? You've spent almost four days in your room because of me. I did something awful, and I wouldn't be able to forgive me if I were you."

"I don't want you to move rooms." Was all I could spit out. My heart was aching.

George scoffed, "And why is that?"

He was asking me to pour my heart out to him, which he deserved because I'd been ignoring him for days on end. God he deserved so much. More than me, more than his boyfriend, more than anyone else in the world. He doesn't understand why I want him here and it pains me.

I didn't want him to leave and have someone see him in the state he's in when he wakes up, or when he gets out of the shower or when he finished doing god knows what in his room. Because it's only me that should see it.

"No one should get to see you the way I do." I put it simply, he stared at me not knowing what to do. It makes me want to take him in my arms right here right now.

"What do you mean, Dream?"

I clear my throat nervously, "I get to look at you whenever I want. And god, it's amazing." His cheeks turn a soft pink colour, "You're always stunning, I don't want anyone else to look at you." Then I feel the control I have in my words when George's mouth is glued shut.

"I'm greedy, George. For your attention, to look at you, to taste you.

How do you expect me to do all that if you leave me?"

It's a question I wanted an answer to. Judging by the way he was squeezing his legs closed, it looked like I wasn't going to get one any time soon. So I inched forward until I was directly in front of him.

"Answer." I snapped.

I could feel his brain running millions of miles a minute and it was almost laughable. So adorable seeing him so flustered over me.

"Y-you can't." He finally said.

I hummed, "Exactly. So you wont switch rooms?" George rapidly shook his head and I grinned, "you wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you want me to be an attention whore for you. You want me to look at you." I placed my hands on either side of him and moved my lips right beside his ear so I could whisper, "You want me to taste you." I pull away to catch him biting his lip again, "Isn't that right gorgeous?"

George wants to ignore me, he hates that I get to him but he knows he wants it.

"It's okay George. You can admit how much you want me."

George shook his head, "I wouldn't want to boost your ego."

"Mmmm, sure." I agreed, "Definitely not because you're scared."

"No. Never." He whispered quietly.

Knock knock.

We both snapped our heads towards the door. I move over to the door and a George follows suit, we were acting as if we were going to be killed but it's better to be safe than sorry. Once George was by my side I wrapped an arm around his waist and held him close. Then I reached forward and opened the door.

"Hey Dream~" Nick smiled. Then paused. Then he glanced down to my arm that was around George. He was holding four cups of iced coffee.

"Yes?" George asked before anyone could say anything.

"Uhm. I brought coffee.."
The atmosphere was awkward to say the least.

I nod, "Thanks Sap, but I'm kind of in the middle of something." I notion towards George and his eyes widen.

"Oh! God, of course." He hands me two coffees, "Talk to you later?"

"Yeah."

I was quick to shut the door, I groaned into my hands and George huffed. I looked at him and immediately smiled, once he saw me looking, he covered his face.

I scoffed, "Don't do that."

"You're embarrassing me." He dragged his hand down his face in a painfully slow manner.

"Oh shush." I grin at him then grab his face and point it right to mine, "So?"

"What?"

"What now, George." I ask, genuinely curious.

"Well," He began, using his slim fingers to swipe the stray hairs away from my eyes, "Am I forgiven?"

Yes yes yes yes. A thousand times yes. Millions. "Mhm." I breathe down his neck, taking this moment as a chance to inhale as much as I can before it's gone.

"Then we should start again."

This peaked my interest, I turned to him, "Start again?"

"Taking it slow, Dream."

"Oh, right." I nodded, "I can do that."

I took George's cheeks within my hands again and pecked him on the lips. I could tell he wanted more, that's what made me do it: to keep him wanting more.

"Enough, Dream." He swatted my hands away, "I'm going to read."

"Mmm, okay." I watched him walk into his room then I silently punched the air.

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Hi everyone:D it's been a while, I wanted to thank you for all the support it really boosts my mood to see people interacting with this
Thank you again!!
- jess