A Part Of Me // Dreamnap

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By the end of the movie, Dream's eyes had fluttered closed. He was tired; they really had a day.

Sapnap accidentally shifted though, causing his eyes to shoot back open before sitting up.

Sapnap's breath hitches, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Dream sleepily replies. He stands up slowly, rubbing his eyes a bit before blinking slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the light.

Dream could've sworn that when he looked down at Sapnap, he could've seen a glimpse of adoration in his eyes. He didn't want to lie to himself, though. He only quietly wished that the look he saw was real. And he wished that Sapnap would've given him that look much sooner, so they wouldn't have been in this mess at all.

"I'm going to sleep. I'll be in the room."

Dream felt awkward saying "the room." It was usually referred to both of their room. "Our rooms" he would usually say. But if didn't feel right to say it now.

Dream paused tor a second considering getting out the extra mattress and sleeping on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow. But he didn't want another scene to occur. He could see scenarios where Sapnap would scream at him for trying to be away, even though he didn't fucking like him in the first place.

Dream rushed off without a goodbye or goodnight. He was tired from his thoughts, from their fight, for only starting to attempt to put the relationship back together.

It felt like once again he had been carrying the relationship on his back, and Sapnap was trying so very little.

Little did he know Sapnap was trying to work in containing his emotions for him. Sapnap was taking baby steps, while Dream was running marathons.

Maybe Sapnap was doing the right thing. Trying to make things go too fast is what almost made them break apart for good; Dream tries to shoo the thought from his mind. But maybe Dream was going at a pace that was too fast for Sapnap, too fast for both of them.

He walked inside their bedroom, and Dream almost cried when he saw the familiar grey duvet over white sheets. He missed his place so much, he could've been homesick.

But it still doesn't feel like home, somehow. The place where he feels safe, warm, loved— it now feels different. It feels unstable, cold, tense. It feels like Dream's walls are going to tumble in on him.

He'd never been more pressured to get something right. He needs to make every right step, every right move or else his walls will crumble without a doubt. He knows it.

He slips under the covers, he shuts his eyes tightly as he drifts off to sleep.

Sapnap had been waiting, thinking if what to do. But he finally became tired. He followed in Dream's footsteps, making his way to their old shared bedroom before laying down next to Dream. He scoots further away from the blond, facing away from him as well to give him enough space. He was practically on the edge of the bed.

It took mere minutes before he was too sound asleep.

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When Sapnap woke up, he could tell that there was a presence missing. He turned over and looked to see that Dream was gone.

He must've been making breakfast, or woke up long ago.

Sapnap slowly got up, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head before getting up finally and walking out to the living room.

The first thing he saw was Dream sleeping in the couch. His eyes scanned over the blond, confused.

Dream had moved outside to sleep. Was sleeping next to the blond the wrong thing to do?

Sapnap at first wanted to be angry, wanting to scream at Dream and tell him that he's been sorry and that he loves him regardless of what Dream thinks. But he's already gone down that route. It didn't end well for him, and he knew at this point that it wasn't fair to the other.

But regardless of what he'd do, he felt upset. The other couldn't even bare to sleep next to him. He then wanted to cry, let tears collect in a puddle on the floor until Dream noticed and comforted him.

It still wasn't fair to Dream, Sapnap realized.

Sapnap had come to a conclusion. Hold back the emotions that don't matter. All of the anger he's holding onto, all of the unnecessary melancholy aromas that flooded his nose, letting those airs get tot his head within seconds. Don't show them.

So he sucked in a breath before peeling his eyes away from the blond.

Go make breakfast, His mind told him.

He's hungry anyway. So he had looked to the left before walking into the kitchen. He found a small pan before placing it on the stove and finding a few eggs to cook for a simplistic meal.

He had never been good with cooking. Dream was good at that. But who was he to disrupt Dream for him, especially after everything he's put him through.

Sapnap saw the look on Dream's face. He looked exhausted.

Sapnap had to shake the thought away. As selfish as it sounded, he had to worry about himself right now, not Dream.

Because depending on his actions, it would either help both if them, or hurt both of them.

"Fuck," Sapnap got distracted.

He burned the food.

He'll just wait until the older wakes up. He can't deal with himself right now. He's struggling alone, again.