Wilfully Kidnapped | DNF

Chapter nineteen

Dream had time to think about his weird actions, urges and his feelings that were directed towards the shorter as he slowly packed his black suitcase with clothes while looking dazed. He realised that he felt a little attached to George and maybe a bit, just a bit attracted to him, but what he wasn't completely sure of, was the fact, if the attraction was platonic or romantic, or if the shorter even found him remotely charming.

Soon he heard a knock on the door and when he ushered the other to come in, the brunette sat down on Dream's bed looking at the suitcase which at the moment Dream was zipping close. "I'm done too", George said softly to which the taller smiled and gave him an assuring nod as he picked his phone up from the side table and called for his men, asking them to collect their luggage and shift it to the car.

"Let's go Georgie" Dream said smugly while the other playfully rolled their eyes in embarrassment, he had gotten used to the nickname and the way the other said it, it rolled off his tongue smoothly like honey.

They made their way to the garage that was conjoined to the mansion. Dream had put on his white porcelain mask on his face that had the crooked smile painted on it, both of them sat at the back while one of Dream's men drove them after the taller gave a nod, the drive was mostly quiet with the shorter seemingly interested in looking out of the window at the scenery they passed and not long after they reached a tiny airport. Their car went through a special entrance from the back towards where the planes were situated, mainly the private jets. George looked dumbfounded at the site of a huge plane in front of them, quite smaller than the commercial jets but according to him it was gigantic.

"Oh, you have a private jet, why am I not surprised?" The brunette spoke while still trying to take in the details of the contraption in front of him.

"I would be surprised if a person higher up in the mafia didn't have a private jet" Dream spoke with a complacent tone as he gestured the other to walk up the stairs to the plane, and again greeted with such an exquisite site, the brunette's jaw dropped slightly. Luxurious beige leather seats with dark wood decor that complimented the other interiors on the inside of the plane, made of the same wood and white walls, a door at the very end that led to a fully furnished bedroom and a bar counter on the side of the sitting room.

George sat opposite to Dream on one of the plushy sofas while the taller ordered the bartender to make him a Honey Whiskey on the stronger side at the same time taking his mask off and placing it on the Mahogany table in front, he looked at the shorter who had their eyes on the runway which could be seen through the oval window, his eyes glimmering in curiosity. "And.. for you Georgie? What kind of alcohol do you prefer?" He asked while a smile was plastered on his face.

"I'm eighteen, I'm technically not supposed to drink"

"Technically, yes, but have you never....?" The taller slowly asked him while he shifted on his seat to get more comfortable.

"I have! I'm not that boring! Sapnap would often make me drink with him, and you too... you're only twenty, even you're 'technically' not supposed to" George said while making air quotation marks with his fingers as Dream laughed wholeheartedly letting out a few soft wheezes.

"Yeah, so what'd you want?" The taller asked as his drink was served in a fine glass, George looked as if he wasn't sure so the blonde motioned him to take a sip and with a bit of hesitation he did, and instead of recoiling as he expected him to, he closed his eyes and let the taste linger. He looked like he enjoyed it, so Dream ordered another for himself and let the other drink his.

After a few drinks later, more specifically George was down two drinks and Dream was down with four, the brunette swayed very so slightly as he enjoyed the feeling of being light and a little numb, but also thinking about the fact that the taller had finished his drinks so quickly and he still looked sober as hell. "How do you do this at twenty, running a whole mafia?" He managed to ask as the alcohol gave him a boost of confidence, the other just smiled knowing very well that George was mellow at best.

"I didn't start my multi-million dollar company or companies more precisely. It was my dad's, and I started working for the cooperation very early, then eventually took over" the blonde took another sip of the golden liquid that sparkled in the light, when they were high up in the air and the ground no where in sight.

"That sounds like hard work, I want to do something productive with my life as well"

"You will, don't worry" Dream said as an idea popped in his head remembering the time he asked George to pick a call for him.... 'I'm lazy to get up, just say you're my assistant or something if it's my men' the scene played in his head... "Hey! Why don't you work for me?"

"What? No... you're already doing so much for me..." George looked down in defeat as a wave of irritation hit him, if he keeps helping me I can't repay his kindness, he thought to himself.

"Oh come on, I need an assistant anyways!"

"You do?"

"Yeah, but I'll give you time to think about it, it's a hard decision to accept an offer from the mafia, it will be a dangerous job after all" Dream reassures him as he orders another drink for the brunette who doesn't refuse it, George looked up at the other with a raised eyebrow and Dream who apparently understood it smiles in defeat. "No... I'm not getting you drunk so you accept the offer, I'm giving you time until tomorrow, when you're sober" and with that George utters a small 'thanks' and takes a sip from his glass.