behind closed doors

counselling

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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the blond tiredly takes his phone from the bedside cabinet, checking the time.

he has four minutes until his alarm will go off.

he also has a tiktok message from sapnap.

get up early or go on tiktok - easy choice.

he loads up the video, turning his brightness down a bit when the glare feels blinding to his tired eyes. he watches the supposedly hilarious video with a straight face, clearly not getting the joke in his hazy mindset.

he swipes off, simply liking the message before going over to his for you page.

the first video is of a man, his hair messy and eyes tired. he's singing along to some song about begging and putting arms out (dream doesn't really catch the lyrics since he's so tired). then, suddenly, the camera moves quickly down, cutting to a different shot where the man is much more put together than he had been before, now with his hair tied back and smokey eyeliner blended below his lower lash line. the phone's positioned almost inappropriately between his thighs, showing off just a little slither of his abs.

dream curls his lip in disgust, clicking and holding on the video and selecting not interested.

he didn't want stuff like that on his for you page, no thanks.

the next video is of some girl dancing, and he simply scrolls past it.

he looks up after hearing a knock on his door, powering off his phone as he calls, "yeah?"

the door creaks open and dream does his best to hold in a sigh.

"mom says you need to get up," his brother says, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks across the room at the other with a bored expression.

"i am up," dream replies simply, biting back the bitch that he wants to tack on.

"yeah, she means like out of bed and dressed," the blond says, shaking his head to express how stupid he finds the other. under his breath, he mumbles, "fucking moron."

"yeah well i can't do that when you're stood there like a fucking perv, can i?" dream quips back, his mouth running unintentionally.

his brother rolls his eyes, scoffing. he turns to leave the room, muttering a small, "kill yourself," on his way out.

dream, loudly enough so punz could hear as he pushes the door shut, replies, "oh that's rich coming from you."

and when no insult is spat back, he just rolls his eyes, throwing his comforter off from over him and dragging himself out to his en-suite.

he pisses quickly, not thinking about much as he goes through his mundane morning routine.

dream's toothbrush has already been in his mouth for a minute or so when he realises how shallow his breathing is - his heart feels like a boulder against his ribs.