𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥! Last chapt on hiatus

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"How am I going to face him after that?" Gun muttered. He was lying in his bed, stressed. Not about his schoolworks he missed, but because he can not face someone as of the moment.

School will start in 30 minutes, yet that didn't made him budge in the slightest to go make his way to the shower.

Gun didn't even had proper sleep. He stayed awake all night rethinking about his life decisions and time just flew by, then he just saw the sun rising when he turned to his window. He was certainly sleep deprived, and it was written all over his face. And under his eyes.

"I don't know anymore.." Gun turned around, hugging his pillow, burying his head as he curled his legs into it like a ball.

'Face him.' his subconscious said.

"No."

'Atleast don't miss your schoolworks. You're going to have to catch up on tons.'

"So?"

'Not only will you be a depressed brokenhearted shit. You're going to be a depressed brokenhearted shit that won't graduate!'

"...."

Gun thought about it. Somehow he was concerned why his subconscious could be one hell of a pain sometimes. But most importantly he was concerned at how his subconscious was such a great companion at times. It was strange.

"Fine.. I don't want to retake my classes for another year and see him again..!"

'Ha! Do you now?'

"Shut up."

Gun eventually sat up. However, the recollections of yesterday's events of course, eventually popped out of nowhere. He cringed in dissatisfaction.

• • •

"That's.. how we met?" Off took his moment before replying. And Gun was already hugging the school clinic's pillow tightly from embarrassment.

He swore! Gun promised! He swore on his life that he will never tell anyone about that damn dream!

Gun was never interested in men in the first place! So when Off made him blush like a psycho in the cinemas, he was flabbergasted! And jt was in a fucking dream too! Talk about weirdness. He didn't want to be judged by that. Yet he just blabbered nonsense after Jane asked him some shit. Fuck!

"Shut up! Don't even dare to tell that to anyone..!" Gun was yelling into the pillow. His face was buried in it.

Whilst Gun was dying from embarrassment, Off laughed.

Gun slowly raised his head when he heard laughter that could be heard loudly inside the room. It wasn't really that loud, but it wasn't also considered soft. But Gun knew one thing, it was music to his ears. Cringy as it already is, Gun's heart raced faster when he peeked from the pillow in front of him and saw the taller walk to his directions, still laughing his heart out.

"Hahahahaha.. Why are you embarrassed?" Off ruffled Gun's hair.

Gun closed his eyes and he felt his cheeks get hotter.

"What the fuck-- get away..!" Gun had a hard time trying to say the words. Not only was the pillow in front of his face muffling almost all of his words, he was hiding his face from Off.

And Off wasn't really sure why. He sinply didn't understand why Gun was hiding so Off decided to gently take the pillow away from Gun.

"Hey hey-- let's take the pillow away, shall we? Hm?" Off spoke in his most gentle tone, and expectedly, Gun was bewitched and was lost from the taller man's voice. Gun simply loosed his tight grip on the pillow and the next thing he knew was, Off was the one he was holding in front of him.