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Team was real attractive, he had a sweet smile and round cheeks, nice hair and a good body. He had more admirers than he realized, too. Of course, Team was used to being shipped with Pharm at the start of the year and showing up on the Cute Boy Page, but since that was the only thing Manaow paid attention to, he never heard about his fans once Pharm and Dean started going out. Manaow just didn’t talk about it.
But Team had an easygoing look about him, his tie was never put on right, his shirt always open. He was one of the best freshmen on the swim team and people came to the stands to watch him every time they could. Team was totally oblivious to this fact. He thought, because he wasn’t adorable like Pharm or sexy like Dean, no one paid him any mind. Little did he know, there were girls and a few guys with crushes on him.
One day, after swim practice was done, Team and the others were milling about talking by the side of the pool. A small group of onlookers had come down from the stands to see them, all giggling and gently shoving each other to get closer. This wasn’t really out of the ordinary, when all the guys were together and wearing nothing but swim trunks and maybe their team jackets, people always got shy. A girl in the group shyly approached Team.
“Hi...” She said, then immediately looked down, blushing when Team looked over at her.
“Hello,” he lifted his hands in a wai to her. She squealed. Team looked over at the other guys and they all shrugged. “Can I help you?”
“Um... um...” She lifted a bag which was filled with snacks. “I brought you snacks!”
There were so many in the bag, Team just assumed it was for everyone and he was just the closest person to approach. “Oh, thank you!” He smiled warmly at her and accepted the bag of snacks. Opening it up, he pulled out a bag of potato chips and beamed. “Oh! These are my favorite!” He thought it was just a coincidence.
The girl blushed darkly and giggled. Her friends gave her little shoves and they all squealed. “Enjoy them, Team! Uh... Su Su na!” Then she ran away, leaving Team turning to his teammates and shrugging. He looked back into the bag and offered it to the others.
“Oh no, those are definitely for you,” one guy said, laughing.
“What do you mean?” Team tipped his head, confused.
An arm suddenly appeared around Team’s shoulders and he looked over to see Win standing there, lacking his usual carefree smile.
“Looks like someone has a crush on you.” Win said, his voice teasing, but it didn’t match his expression.
“On me?” Team pointed to himself, still confused.
Win nodded in the direction that the girls ran off. “Yeah, why else would they buy you snacks?”
Team looked down at the bag, over to his friends, then back to Win. “For everyone?”
“She just gave them to you,” another teammate said, laughing. “She has a crush.”
“Oh...” Team’s brows furrowed, as if none of it made any sense. “Someone has a crush on me? But why?”
Win brought his lips to Team’s ear and spoke in a voice only he could hear, “Because you’re good looking.”
It sent a shiver down Team’s spine, which he would claim was just the cold air on his wet skin. It wasn’t, though, and Win knew that.
“Should I tell her you’re taken?” Win asked, now his grin returned.
“Hia!” Team turned his head to glare at Win and shoved him away. No one else heard what Win said and the other boys assumed he was just teasing Team, like he always did. Team glanced at Win, glanced away, and back again a few times. “I’m gonna go change.” Then he stalked off, his feet slapping against the wet ground the whole way to the locker room.
Win licked his lips as he watched Team go and sighed. Dean approached and the other boys on the swim team ran off to go get showered and dressed as well. Dean leaned an elbow on Win’s shoulder.
“You’re getting more obvious.”
Win shrugged his unburdened shoulder. “He’s too much fun to tease. Besides...” He looked up at Dean. “I don’t get to be all lovey dovey like you and Pharm all the time. Gotta make sure he remembers he’s mine.”
Dean smiled and shook his head. “So it’s official then?”
“Mmm...” Win hummed and seemed to consider that question. Or, perhaps, just considered whether he would answer it. He stepped away from Dean and spun around, grinning at his old friend. “Not telling.” Spinning back, he sauntered off to the locker room.