" Dream, what do you work on at night?" The tall figure came up behind him, leaning down to press a soft kiss into his wavy hair.
"Selling weapons."
The pale boy tilted his head left and right, playfully dodging, making the one watching break into an uncontrollable smile at how adorable his fiancé was.
"Huh? So you're doing something illegal?" Kind raised a brow. He wasn't naïve enough to believe those random words, but he couldn't resist the urge to bury his nose against the soft skin at the nape of his neck.
Chu~
"Quit teasing! What, if I really worked in the underworld, would you stop liking me?" Dream turned his fair face, meeting the gaze of the man who had pulled up a chair to sit by his side.
"No. I'd still love you, but I'd have to visit you in prison every day, bringing you food and taking care of you." His long finger traced the curve of Dream's nose, eyes fixed on those lips that made him recall last night's heat all too vividly.
"If you hand me over to the police, then you won't get to sleep with me again!" The smaller one muttered, pretending to focus on his screen, though the large hand at his back kept caressing him lazily.
"Does that mean you want to sleep with me every night? Just one night and you're already hooked?" Kind teased.
"Get lost, idiot!"
"Dream… do you have some kind of problem? Any childhood scars you've never talked about? You can tell me, you know."
"No. I just hate how fast the world spins. I don't want to run after it. I just want to sit still and die quietly someday."
"I don't want you to die. I want my partner to stay with me for a long time—healthy and happy, not sick before his time."
"You're trying to sell me your stupid herbal supplements, aren't you? Sorry, I won't eat them. They taste bitter and smell gross."
Kind chuckled softly. "Dream, you're engaged to the owner of that company. You don't need to buy anything. Just taking what I give you makes me happier than anything."
"Are you really the same age as me? Sitting here next to me, you act like some spoiled kid."
"Do I seem old then, selling things like that? Embarrassed of me?"
"No… it's just… you're too good at what you do. I'm jealous."
"Why be jealous? Isn't it a good thing for your boyfriend to be capable?"
"One day you'll find someone better. Who'd put up with someone useless like me?"
"That sounds a lot like jealousy. Do you… maybe like me a little now?"
"We already slept together. You didn't force me. And we're engaged. What do you want me to say?"
"So you do feel something for me? I'd really like to hear you say it."
"I'm simple. If something doesn't make me uncomfortable, I'm okay with it."
"Which means you're comfortable—both in body and heart—with having me as your boyfriend."
"Whatever. Imagine whatever you want. I'm going to play my game."
"Wait, weren't you supposed to be working?"
Tak tak tak tak — the sound of keyboard keys filled the room.
"Dream~"
Tak tak tak tak tak
"Dream."
"What!"
"Go to bed early tonight, okay? Tomorrow we'll go see Grandma together, and then I'll take you to my office." Kind sprawled onto the bed, lying on his side, calling out as if just to annoy him.
"I already promised I'd only go see your grandma, Kind. Don't push it."
"I have to go into the office, and I want to introduce you. You're my adorable fiancé—I want to show you off."
"Oh my god. Your taste is terrifying."
"Why? Isn't it great? A boyfriend who stays home, doesn't party, doesn't fuss about brands or appearances, eats whatever's given to him… simple and perfect. It's exactly what suits me."
"…Damn it, it feels like you just dropped a crown on my head or something."
"Come to bed."
"It's barely midnight. You can't expect me to sleep this early."
"I'll lull you to sleep myself."
"I'm not sleeping when you do. You go first."
"…Are you scared?"
"Scared of what, dumbass!"
"Dream"
"What now!"
"…Do you want a sausage?"
"Ugh! You're so annoying!"