꧁𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕_𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤꧂

i.

"imagine george being a ballet dancer and dream is a singer. dream watches george practice every day, but one day he gets caught and runs away all flustered and leaves some of his songwriting papers behind. one day dream comes back to apologize, completely unaware that george has his papers, and george returns them to him. george teaches dream how to dance while dream sings softly."

idea made by— vinnieley.

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Dream had never thought that being in such a big university would be so stressful. He had expected it to be like it was in the movies: young adults being hopeless romantics, cliche "coming of age" stories, professors being lousy at giving out homework and watching out for their students, etc. 

Dream had wanted to be a famous, worldwide singer ever since he had been only six years old. He would sing small lullabies and he would jump around while singing to his parents. His parents would laugh and smile at him while his sister would just shake her head fondly at his crazy shenanigans. He had grown up all of his life in choir, joining all of the singing camps that he could attend.

Apparently, university wasn't as nice to him as he thought.

Dream ran down the hallway, clutching his paperwork. He was very stressed, not to mention that he was about to be late to his tutoring session with his best friend, Sapnap. He was absolutely failing in his science class.

A gentle flood of music swam into Dream's ears, a relaxing tune that he recognized as Mozart. His parents made it a tradition to listen to classical music every Sunday. It had always calmed him and his sister down when they were stressed. He looked over to a bold label with the words 'Dance Studio' shining brightly to the right of an open door.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look, Dream thought. Sapnap would understand, right?

Dream walked into the studio, sitting on one of the chairs that was more nearby the door. As he looked around the room, taking note of the many chairs, black floor, white colored walls, a wall that was made out of a giant mirror, and speakers, a young man about his age took his eyes' captivity. Dream almost felt like he was in a trance, unable to speak or look away. Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Flowers" turned on, the young man began to gracefully move along the floor, his ballet shoes making no sound as he moved across the room. He twirled, raising his arms and then lowering them, bowing as the musical piece came to an end. Dream was awed by this man. He was so mysterious to him, his brown—almost black hair and dark brown eyes mesmerizing him. He had a short and lean figure with a pale complexion. He wore a baby blue tank top that was tucked into his black leggings, black ballet shoes covering his feet. He looked so kind and cuddly, even adorable, Dream had to admit. Dream turned to look at his watch, a silent gasp escaping his mouth. He was 30 minutes late!  He scrambled out of his seat and ran down the hallway, an angry and confused Sapnap waiting at his dorm.

... ... ...

Dream had made it his mission to watch this mysterious man whenever he had the chance to. He had dance along to all kinds of music. He had even heard his voice, a young and British accent erupting from his lips. It was soothing and sometimes it made Dream want to fall asleep. But no matter how hard he tried, Dream was too scared to approach him. What if the boy wouldn't let Dream watch him dance anymore? What if he hated him? There were many possibilities that Dream had rather not want to experience. He had managed to watch him dance for 3 weeks now. It was the only thing that soothed him.

It was all going well until today.

Dream had successfully sat down in a chair, watching the mysterious man dance, until all of the sudden... BAM! His notebook full of songs he had written had crashed onto the ground and spilled out. His chair made a loud squeak against the ground, the boy getting startled as Dream hurried to collect the papers. He had managed to grab most of them before he turned around met the boy's frightened gaze. 

"I-I-I.. I-I'm s-sorry!!" Dream spluttered, his neck, ears, and face burning red as he ran out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

... ... ...

"You should really go back and apologize to him, Dream." BBH, his roommate, told him. "He's probably really confused and maybe even a little scared. He probably thinks he's done something wrong." 

"I'm too scared, BBH! If you saw that precious look on his face, you'd be too embarrassed to go back and apologize!" Dream said, his hands pulling at his dirty blonde hair.

"He's right, Dream. You've got a crush on him, don't you?" Sapnap said.

"Maybe, maybe not." Dream replied. His cheeks began to burn a rosy red.

"The guy won't like you back if you don't apologize for running out of there. You don't even know his name, for god sakes!" BBH told him. Dream sighed.

"Fine, I'll go apologize after my science class today. It ends later on than normal and he will probably be there." He said.

His friends nodded at him, Sapnap muttering about "Old teenagers these days."

... ... ...

Dream made his way into the studio, nerves clawing at his insides. All you have to do is apologize and then you can leave, he told himself. There was a soft melody of a harp playing, although no one seemed to be in the studio. He walked over to the front where he would see the young man dancing. 

"You lost these." A gentle, soothing voice murmured from behind him. Dream swirled around, eyes going wide as the mystery boy held out three pieces of paper to him. They were covered in writing, small notes with big and bold lyrics underneath or above them. It was his handwriting.

"I w-was wondering wh-where that w-went." Dream stuttered. 

"You're Dream, right? You're the one that I caught watching me dance about a week ago." He asked him.

"Y-yes.." Dream murmured. His stomach filled up with butterflies as his name rolled off of the man's tongue. He felt himself blush.

"Would you like to dance with me?" He asked him. Dream gulped.

"S-Sure.. Uh.." 

"George, my name is George." The smaller man grinned up at him. Dream nodded.

"You don't need to be so nervous. I'm not going to bite you." George giggled. His lovely laugh filled Dream's ears, his heart fluttering at the sound. He took a hold of Dream's left hand and put it on his waist, his right hand had found its way to Dream's shoulder. George's left hand grasped Dream's right hand and was held a little high into the air.

"I'm a b-bad dancer, sorry.." Dream said.

"No need to apologize. People have to start somewhere, right?" George replied. Dream nodded, his green eyes focusing on the smaller man's face.

"You have a lovely voice. I've watched you sing many times.." George murmured, his eyes closed as he focused on dancing. Dream's heart did a lurch, his stomach fluttering with butterflies.

"Y-You watch me s-sing?" Dream asked. He hated the way that this boy he had just officially met made him stutter. It was so embarrassing.

"Of course I do... I had my suspicions when I saw you watching me dance once. You tend to zone out a lot, don't you?" George told him. Dream's face burned like a tomato, along with his neck and his ears.

"Would you sing me a song?" George wondered. Dream nodded. He took a deep breath as he began to sing Visions of Gideon, a song that he liked very much. Both of the boys closed their eyes, enjoying each other's presence as they swayed along to Dream's voice. 

Dream couldn't help but wonder if the boy felt the same as he did.