Dream sat lazily on the plush couch of their shared mansion, the glow of the massive flat-screen TV casting soft light across the sleek, modern living room. The walls were adorned with awards and plaques—Naomi’s countless Grammys and world tour memorabilia hung beside Dream’s gold and diamond YouTube play buttons. It was a surreal reminder of their two entirely different worlds somehow crossing paths and sticking together through everything. The video on the screen was pure chaos—TommyInnit’s face was red with frustration as he yelled at some random internet provocateur who had supposedly harassed his mom. Dream let out a soft chuckle, his head resting in the palm of his hand, elbow propped up on the armrest of the couch. Beside him, Naomi’s head rested on his shoulder, her jet black hair falling effortlessly in silky straight waves over his hoodie. Her presence was calm yet ever-casual, as if the K-pop world’s biggest star wasn’t sitting there in grey sweatpants, a black shirt and a capybara plushie in her lap which she was hugging. Dream smirked, his voice carrying its usual dry sarcasm. “Thank god we don’t have much to do with Tommy anymore. He’s kind of had a glowdown since he turned twenty. No good content, no clout… It’s sad, really.”

He chuckled again as the video cut to a ridiculous clip of Tommy trying—and failing—to defend himself, his arguments devolving into a high-pitched rant. The other guy’s smug retorts made it even more ridiculous.

“Seriously,” Dream continued, glancing briefly at the TV before turning to Naomi’s relaxed figure. “Remember when this guy was the king of content? Now he’s, what, beefing with randos on the internet? Feels like we dodged a bullet not staying too close after the SMP died.”