Cupid (DNF + Karlnap)

Chapter 25: A Box...

Sapnap POV.

"Are you feeling okay?" I looked across the table at Dream who was radiating waves of anxiety and nausea. The blond blinked a few times before looking up at me and I gave a reassuring smile to him.
"Not really." He admitted, with a pitiful sigh slipping from his lips

I walked over to sit beside him, grimacing at the fact that there were messy dishes left practically everywhere around the table. That didn't matter at the moment though, my main priority was talking to Dream. Then Dream would talk to George and they'd fall in love. Then George would stop crushing on my soulmate.

"Is it because he is being kinda weird about the idea of taking us on a tour of the Everglades with your money?" I asked with a chuckle.
He gave a nod and managed a small smile which disappeared quickly.

"And do you want to talk to him about it?" I attempted to prompt him, raising a brow as I did.
"I do." He admitted. "I want to apologise because I hate to see him like this… but he can be stubborn and I don't know if he will forgive me for what I said that easily." I gave a thoughtful hum, listening to what he said.

We both stayed quiet for a few minutes, with the blond’s brows furrowing and his eyes darting back and forth in wild thought. It was clear he had an idea, a thought that was being chased through the crevices of his mind. I figured that it was best to let him work through this thought without disruption.

While I waited for him to say something I was thinking to myself. I understood where he was coming from and thought about all of the stuff that humans did to show they were sorry, while also thinking about something that would symbolise love.

Eventually he spoke up, pushing me from my thoughts. The confidence which seemed to be mustering itself up disappeared as he did. "Should I apologise?" He questioned, looking over towards me as he did. "I just am not sure. Plus Techno… I don't know…"
"Techno agreed with you." I pointed out.

"Yes, you are right." Slowly the blond nodded. I figured maybe he wanted space to think and so as he sat there I moved around the table and gathered up the plates. Karl was the one more focused on cleanliness out of our pair yet I did usually help him out when he asked, and it was clear that Dream needed help right now.

So I cleaned for him, putting the plates on the counter and running warm water in the sink to wash them in. A good way to get humans thinking was to remove some distractions and the annoying mess was a possible distraction. I basically felt my ears twitch when the chair screeched back and he stood up.

"I'm going to go to my room." He informed me, glancing over his shoulder.
"You think of something?" I asked in response, watching as he began walking with a sense of purpose over to the staircase. I acted as though I was not bothered but when he didn't respond I added more concern. "Dream?"

I didn't move to follow him, watching as he hesitated with one hand already holding the railing. For a moment he just swayed there and I continued to wait patiently, almost being able to hear the beating of his heart as it throbbed with love and confusion. My head cocked itself to the side.

"You've been so polite." He sighed. "Both you and Karl have and I've tried to be polite back but… I'm clearly not as good at it." I was confused as to why he thought this was an issue and so I asked him 'what do you mean, Dream?'. "You are doing the dishes in my house as my guest."

"I just feel as though you have both been nothing but nice since meeting us and I've been hostile." Dream confessed. "All because I'm jealous."
"You haven't been hostile." I left the dirty dishes to approach him.

His cheeks began to tint red with a slight guilt and he gave me a side glance. "Not hostile on the outside, but I've been thinking about it. I've been pissed at your friend Karl." That hurt. That actually stung hearing that and feeling my chest constrict in response. I had to clutch at the counter to avoid a bigger reaction.

Just the mention of slight hatred towards my perfect Karl was enough to set me off. My perfect soulmate was nothing but sweet and kind and perfect. Then Dream had insulted him in such a simple, casual comment, as though it was normal for my beloved to be hated.

“Are you okay?” The blond asked, finally acknowledging my anger. “You seem kind of tense.” He paused for a moment as he studied my expression. “Is it because I insulted your friend… cause I didn’t mean anything I am just annoyed that George seems to be in love with Karl.” My brows furrowed and I understood where he was coming from despite the fact I was still annoyed.

When I didn’t say anything else he turned and left, hurrying up the staircase before I had the chance to follow him I reluctantly returned back to the kitchen and decided to keep cleaning, listening as the footsteps faded away and one of the doors upstairs opened and closed. I went back to my thoughts of earlier as a way to push Dream to apologise.

Dream POV.

“Shit…” I grumbled, shutting the door of my bedroom and falling back onto my bed. In the span of one ten-minute breakfast I pissed off everyone in the house, except for Karl however I was pissed at Karl instead of him being pissed at me. I just wasn’t sure what exactly I should do from now on.

I wanted to apologise to George, since it did hurt me to have been mean to him, plus I should also apologise to Sapnap for being rude about his best friend. It was unfair of me to do so and I was the first to admit that. Yet I couldn’t at the moment, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the room as I mulled over what had happened.

Instead of leaving I pulled my phone off of the side table, opening up TikTok and beginning to mindlessly scroll through the app as a distraction. After all, it had been a while since I had been on here and so maybe I could give my TikTok followers the honour of a video, all that I had to do was find a decent sound to use in the background.

After scrolling for a while I found one that sounded somewhat alright, clicking on it before going to record a video. All that I planned to do was just maybe make some funny faces and lip sync along with the sound, but before I had the chance there was a knock on the door.

I took my time to walk over, still feeling guilty about what had happened. When I reached my door I slowly pulled it open, being shocked to find that nobody was there. All that was there was a small box with a note attached in George’s familiar handwriting.

Sorry Dream for how I had acted. You are an amazing person and I am sorry if I made you feel otherwise. I hope that you enjoy these chocolates as an apology.
With love
-George
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I281 words

Isn't it sweet George got him a box of chocolates?