dirty little secrets

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𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯




punz and dream step through the doors into the busy house, worming their way through crowds of people in the process. the music is loud, practically shaking the house with the added volume from all the chatter and singing, and the older boy is glad that the lights are at least low enough to not overstimulate another sense.

punz was thankful that he decided to string a chain through his belt loop because it's working as a great distraction from the overwhelming surroundings.

he fiddles idly with the metal, twisting it between his fingers, whilst he follows dream through the house. punz doesn't even know whose party this is, and he doesn't think dream does either, so it's frankly a miracle that they find the kitchen so easily. the pair make their way over to one of the back counters, where there's a messy display of drinks laid out. both boys get a beer, avoiding any bottles that were already open to dodge the risk of drinking something spiked. it was unlikely to happen at house parties like this, but never impossible.

"do you think george is here?" dream asks absentmindedly, his gaze filtering around the room.

punz shrugs, glancing around the room to assist his friend in searching for his fuck buddy. he pauses, however, when his eyes land on a familiar brunette, his brows furrowing together in confusion.

from across the room, punz watches karl and foolish, standing together and chatting casually. they're stood close together, sides brushing against one another as they laugh.

they look weirdly comfortable for recently breaking up...

dream says something else- some irrelevant comment about george and timings and... something else, but punz can't focus, too busy watching the interaction between his roommate and the brunette's ex.

he takes notice of karl's hand moving to hold foolish's waist, his eyebrows raising slightly in surprise at the intimate action. then foolish leans into the touch, and punz watches cluelessly as their lips meet in a sugar-sweet kiss, pressing together every few seconds as they break apart just to smile.

he turns to dream, finding the blond to still be glancing around.

"didn't karl and foolish break up?"

dream looks over at the question, tilting his head with an unsure expression as he brings his beer up to his lips. punz nods in the direction of the pair, prompting dream to look over at them. he squints in their direction, a few seconds passing before he actually seems to spot them.

dream looks back at punz, swallowing his mouthful and replying, "no, why? did you think they had?"

punz's heart sinks momentarily, a horrible realisation washing over him. he feels his jaw slowly fall, his whole body going cold. "shit," he mumbles.

karl cheated on foolish.

he looks back over at the pair, finding them to be in a much more deep kiss now, heads tilted together. he forces himself to look away out of respect, but his mind burns with the image. foolish probably feels so content in this moment, completely unknowing of his dead end of a boyfriend.

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