𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ

𝚝𝚠𝚘 | 二

As if the world doesn't hate him enough, his phone vibrates on his left pocket, once again succeding to remind him of his life choices. He would've fallen into another round of hysterics if it wasn't for the warmth of Wilbur's shoulder against him.

They left the bakery some time ago, the two of them now lying comfortably at the older's bed with blankets thrown at their feet as the air from the fan and the twinkle of rain slowly lulls them to sleep. Wilbur fumbles with his guitar, humming an unfamiliar song under his breath. His hand itched to reach inside his pockets so he opts to tap his fingers on his thighs instead, matching the beat to the soft sound of the strings.

Wilbur glances at him before turning back to the frets of his guitar, burying his body further on the mattress. Dream does the same, sharing warmth with each other.

"Are you still... sick?" Wilbur asks, voice soft as he mumbles.

Dream purses his lips, unsure of what to say at all. "I don't know." He fumbles with the loose threads of his jeans. "Maybe I've always been."

The silence stretches further and so was the strumming, just enough for memories of raven hair and scraped knees on playground.

"I-I'll get over it soon, I'm sure." Dream shakes the thought off his head, the thread digging painfully on his fingers, the pant leg embracing his thigh in a tight squeeze as he tugs on it.

"You don't have to worry." He smiles, not quite reaching his eyes.

The thread snaps softly and yet it still corrupted the silence, opting the older to steady his hands on the frets of his guitar.
"You're not sick, Clay." Wilbur tells him, a hint of emotion Dream couldn't quite place a finger on, heavily evident on his voice.

The blonde swallows audibly, fidgeting with the severed thread between his fingers. Wilbur must've known by now, he's sure of it; the older is far more observant than he lets on. And quite frankly, he couldn't bring himself to care anymore, the very last of his hysterics from earlier leaving his frantic mind.

"And even if you are..." He watched as the brunette put down his guitar on the floor to turn towards him, calloused hands reaching to entertwine with his own. It leaves a scorching burn on his skin, he wants to pull away and yet, the hunger for affection makes him still, making the older hold his hand tighter.

"I'll be here to take care of you, no matter what."

Dream feels his hands shake, eyes fogging with the telltale of tears.

"Clay," he avoids his gaze, a lump stuck in his throat. "Look at me."
Dream gathers what was left of his courage and looked up from the floor, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.

"You're my best friend-- my brother, even-- and nothing would change that. We've been through so much; we grew up together. Hell, we even got our tetanus shots together!" Wilbur shakes his shoulders. "Do you think you fancying a bloke will change that?"

Dream lets out a hiccup as he shakes his head, burying his head on the older's sweatshirt, hands balling at his chest as he finally lets out his tears. He melts as Wilbur cards his fingers through his hair, combing the tension away with comfort as he embraces him warmly.

"I know it's terrifying discovering parts of yourself but you best believe me that there's nothing ill about you. You're a good person, Clay." The older speaks with careful familiarity, as if he had said this countless times before; a genuine, heart-felt script memorized by heart.

They allow the now heavy rain to overcome the silence of the bedroom, soft hiccups turning into sniffles as Dream dries the very last of his tears.

He doesn't feel vomit coming up his throat nor feel heavy at the loud drumming against his chest... he felt the tension on his shoulders lighten on its weight.

Wilbur allows him a moment to compose himself before drawing a teasing grin.

"Now, why don't you tell me about him?"

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hi there! just a short author's note before the chapter ends.

i just want to thank you guys for the 300 reads!! i can't believe that people actually like what i'm writing, i appreciate it a lot!! ♡

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