Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

through closed doors (2)

Summary:

A continuation of the chapter prior to this one.
Strained by months without any form of communication between the two, George suddenly shows up to Dream's house in hopes to convey his feelings of distraught. Forged by a limelight of love, the two finally reconcile to put their past behind them and to talk things through: a conversation filled with wholehearted confessions, intertwined lips, and tangled bodies, it ends in nothing more than two lovers finding each other again.

Dream sat anxiously at the edge of his unmade bed, the silence throughout his room daunting him; his knuckles drawn with dry blood—its crimson-red color coalesced with a slight shade of sangria that made his, usually pale, fist burst with dark colors of bruising.

He had applied a cold compressor to help alleviate the puffiness present earlier, but after enduring enough pain after a while, the ice he used had now melted onto his bedsheets.

He managed his breathing and refrained from unclenching and clenching his fists whenever he remembered what had occurred hours prior.

Dream wasn't angry because he had caught his girlfriend in the arms of another—though, during the time, he had lashed out and kicked the two of them out without second thought.

Yes, punches were thrown from both guys and yes, Dream did win, but whatever happened, Dream couldn't find it in him to be furious towards her.

He was more angry at the fact that he experienced more pain with George leaving than seeing his new lover in bed with a different man.

For months, he fell back and found comfort in the same girl from the party he last saw George at. For months he was content with how they ended things. Not happy at all, but content.

For months, he was okay.

"Dream! I'm home!" Sapnap's voice echoes through the hallway and into the opened room, making Dream jump at the sudden volume of his best friend's voice that broke his train of thoughts.

He bit on his bottom lip and quickly put on a hoodie, sticking his hands in the front pockets to hide his bruised fist.

He slowly leaves his room, his eyes immediately finding the familiar figure next to Sapnap, a clear hesitation in the man's step as they both looked around carefully.

George.

Dream's heart raced against his chest as he maintained his breathing, his eyes glued on the shorter man who was wearing a worried expression, George's eyes glancing carefully at every nook and cranny of the house. Not well enough, though, since their eyes seemed to have skimmed over Dream.

"I guess he's not here..." Sapnap says in discontentment as Dream rolled his eyes.

He cleared his throat so that his presence would be known as George and Sapnap's eyes simultaneously look up to Dream on the second floor.

Dream leaned against the handrails, looking down at the two with clear irritation in his countenance, the air between the three of them thick with strained tension.

"Dream? I thought you'd be out..." Sapnap says, an eyebrow raised in confusion.

Dream looked down at George and found that his gaze was now stuck to his feet, his hand grabbing his other arm awkwardly.

Dream raised an eyebrow and started making his way downstairs to where they were standing. "No, I have no reason to leave the house." He says slowly, each step down getting closer and closer to the one person he could simultaneously love and despise.