It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

19. Blush.

Days passed by and George was seemingly getting better.

Of course, there were many mental break downs inbetween, but in the end, he knew that it all would be worth it ; not giving up.

Dream had been there for George every step of the way ; holding him when he cried and motivating him when it seemed like all hope was lost and forever gone.

The brunette was so ever grateful for all that the blonde had done, but of course, he would never admit that.

As time went on, George began to learn to live with all his problems. If not forever, he had found the courage and bravery to face them, no matter how difficult it is or would be.

As the golden buzzer shone brightly in the baby blue colored sky, George stood directly infront of the other, his hands crossed over his chest in disapproval as his lips were pressed into a thin line, eyebrow cocked out of disbelief.

"Oh, come on, George, it'll be quick," Dream tried convincing, only pulling a small scoff from the shorter.

"No way, Dream. You're absolutely crazy," the brunette shot back, dipping his head down in attempt to hide the flush of embarrassment that made its way to his porcelain skin.

Earlier that same afternoon, the blonde had mentioned the topic about checking the other's wounds to see if they were healing properly or even fully healed. The only reason why this topic came around in the first place was because George's wounds depended on whether or not he was stable enough to travel along with the green eyed boy to find a way out of the cave they had unfortunately found themselves in.

However, the hunter seemed to have taken the idea the wrong way because his wounds were on his back. He wasn't too fond of the idea to become shirtless infront of the masked man.

"I don't get it. You've seen me shirtless plenty of times," the sea green eyed boy stated, shaking his head as he failed to see the elephant in the room.

George scrunched up his face as he responded with, "That's different."

Dream's lips parted slightly in amusement, as well as shock. "How is that different?!" He asked surprisingly, only causing the brunette's face to fade into a deeper shade of red.

"Ugh." The brunette let a dragged out groan escape from his lips, rubbing his cheeks a bit aggressively as he desperately wished to forget about this conversation.

"It'll only take me a second, George," the blonde tried again.

The brunette let his hands fall to his sides as he lifted his head back up to look at the taller, a neutral expression now lacing his features as that bright red color stayed. "Promise?" The mocha colored eyed boy asked, narrowing his eyes skeptically as his gaze on the other didn't waver.

"Promise," the American reassured, his expression softening a bit behind the hard mask.

George nervously chewed on his lip, fiddling with the hem of his dirty, blue, soft, cotton shirt before hesitantly beginning to pull it over his head.

In one swift motion, the brit's shirt was now hanging loosely in his hand as brown eyes diverted to the floor, not daring to meet the ones of the mask.

Dream's eyes widened slightly at the sight now before him, George's figure looking nothing like he thought it would.

Instead of his figure being skinny and lanky, it was smooth and pale, freckles decorating his stomach and chest beautifully as the brunette's toned abs shimmered slightly in the sun. George had a sharp v-line that was slightly exposed, his baggy pants drooping carelessly off his perfectly curved hips that brought out his muscular arms, though Dream's were way more visible.

However, what stood out to the blonde the most were the both faint and vibrant scars that littered the brit's paper white skin.

Dark, emerald green eyes shamelessly roamed the body of the other, curiosity spiking in him as his cherry pink lips parted slightly, feeling an unfamiliar heat rise up from his neck as a light shade of pink dusted his freckled face.

It took every inch of courage George had left in him to bring his gaze back up to meet the mask's, immediately regretting his decision as he realized that the blonde was frozen, seemingly in a daze.

The brunette's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red if that was even possible, feeling suddenly heated as he felt the piercing gaze of the taller.

"Get on with it then," George choked out after nothing but silence drifted in the air, snapping the American out of his trans of thought.

"Uh, right-" Dream responded, clearing his throat as he motioned for the other to turn around, which he did. Hesitantly, but he did.

Shivers ran down the brunette's spine as he felt the blonde approach him, his eyes slightly widening as he realized their close proximity.

Sure, both boys have been close before, but those times were completely different.

George sucked in a sharp breath and forced his eyes shut as he felt the soft, gentle touch of the taller as he carefully removed the piece of bandage in fear of the wound not being healed yet.

Dream's hands were large and a different type of warm, something that the brunette noticed he radiated most of the time ; a comforting warmth that made him feel safe and calm.

While the brit's brown eyes were shut, he fought the urge to lean back into the masked man, his touch being like a drug, making George the drug addict.

The blonde inhaled a shaky, inaudible breath as he let his fingers slowly drag across the newly born scar on the shorter's back which caused the brunette to visibly shiver.

"Does it still hurt?" The blonde asked quietly, his breath hitting the back of George's neck, just barely.

"Not really," George responded, tilting his head over his shoulder a bit to get a glance at what the green eyed boy was doing.

He watched the way Dream's tanned hand trailed the outline of the now fully healed wound, his touch tender as he gently squeezed the brunette's skin here and there.

Time seemed to stop for both the boys, everything going quiet as a low ringing of reality hummed faintly in their ears, but they were too caught up in the current situation to care.

Finally, what seemed like a lifetime, Dream cleared his throat once more, catching the brunette's attention as he had been zoned out.

The blonde stepped a few steps back from where he originally stood before checking the brunette's back, his head diverted to the floor as George turned around, confusion flooding his expression at the shift in demeanor of the sea green eyed boy.

"You're all good," the american spoke before spinning on his heel to the opposite direction of where the shorter stood. "Cmon, we should go get some more fruits before we leave this place," Dream spoke as he began walking forward, not bothering to spare the hunter a last glance.

A small frown plastered the brit's lips as he watched the taller leave, slinging his shirt back on before he began to reluctantly follow after being left behind.

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Hey, people 😮‍💨😮‍💨.

I'm lowkey satisfied with this chapter! I've been doing alot of reading recently and I think that really helped with this one :))

Anyway, I'm on the brink of falling asleep so goodnight! Also, I'm planning on writing alot more 😙😙.

Stay safe, stay gay <3