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1.
neither of them expected to end up like this. win didn’t want to even imagine himself with team in this situation. he has had his eyes on him since the swimming tryouts, now team is panting on top of his (well resort’s) bed.
his chest is rising up and down with an arm covering his face as he tries to wrap his mildly intoxicated brain around where exactly he was and who the fuck was hovering him. “h-hia win,” he cries out loud. team isn’t crying, just a little whiny due to their compromised position.
win is hovering over him as he leaves the softest kisses over his chest and neck while his fingers slowly work him open. “hey hey hey, are you okay n’team,” win removes the arm from team’s face as he brings his face in closer to get a better look at him. “i’m- can i-,” win wraps his hand at the base of team’s neck and kisses his cheek.
“baby... we don’t have to do anything,” team gulps, “i can leave and sleep in someone else’s room and we can never talk about this again.” win was sweet, everyone around him told him how win was this playboy who didn’t have a single thought inside his head but was really good in bed, how he was a good for nothing except for giving head.
team refused to believe that even before tonight. win had barely known the new swimmers on the team when he was already offering his notes from previous years to new juniors and tutoring lessons to those who felt they would need them in the near future. these people weren’t exactly wrong about the bed part, but he didn’t expect win to be like this.
“no, don’t you dare leave, you offered to help and it’s clear that you are helping,” team raises his voice a little to assure himself more than he is win. “are you sure, is this your first time with a guy,” team stays quiet. “or is this just your first time... with anyone?”
team takes it all back. hia win is the worst possible person to have your first time with. “it’s alright, you are in control baby, just tell me what you want and i’m happy to oblige.”
team is afraid to admit it but.. he likes it. having his senior says these nice words to him, and he does like being called baby. originally, he thought he would be the one on top for tonight, but team doesn’t mind.
“can you please continue umm calling me that,” team feels a little embarrassed. win presses his fingers deeper inside team and he lets out a moan. “anything for you baby.”
team may not know it right now, but he is beyond fucked.
2.
the more they started hanging out together, and more did their feelings bloom, the more times win let team sleep in his bed.
team liked sleeping in win’s bed. he had nice soft sheets and fluffy pillows and win just so happens to like holding him tight and flushed close to him. him and win had a routine, come back to the dorms after swimming practice, team would go back to his dorm for a change a clothes or a shower if he didn’t have time, win would wait for him at his dorm, and team would wiggle into the sheets and talk to win until he felt a comforting sleep take over him.
tonight was an ordinary night. win would hold team close where he could team breathing onto his chin and where he could easily feel team flinch if he started having a nightmare.
they were doing so good for a week, no nightmares, no crying, and no staying up so late that the sun would barely be peeking over the clouds.
team couldn’t breathe, his throat was scratchy and it felt as if cotton balls were filling up his lungs. all he wanted was to cry out and look for win but he couldn’t move.
panic filled his head as he tried so desperately to move around or wake up win to run a hand through his hair and comfort him.
“hey team, look at me,” there he was. the voice that kept pulling him out of his nightmares and the one that would lay with him until he felt okay. “h-hia, p-p-please,” win cradled team in his arms, team sobbing into his neck. “i couldn’t move, i couldn’t hear you o-or feel you,” win shushes him, rocking him back and forth. “my sweet boy, i’m here,” win had an ability where he could just be there and team would feel safe.
with win, he knew he was safe. “my sweet sweet boy,” win kept calling him that. team was never fond of being called pet names, he found it rather cringed whenever his friends would call their significant others pet names. ‘no offense pharm,’ team thought, ‘ if i hear p’dean call you good boy one more time i will scream.’
but it’s win, the same win who shares his bed and annoys him and who he knows he likes. maybe he gets it now. that feeling pharm is always talking about, whenever win is calling him baby or in this case, sweet boy, he gets it. “that’s a new one,” team mutters against win’s bare shoulder.
“what’s new, your nightmare,” team shakes his head and win stifles a laugh. “no, you calling me sweet boy, i like it,” win turns his head so he can see team, but only for a split second because team is already looking away. “you like it,” win asks. “you usually never tell me when you like something,” team scoffs.
“you turned such a nice moment so gross,” team tries to shove win away but win still has a death grip around team’s waist. he shoves his nose into team’s hair and breaths in. “mhmm my sweet boy.”
‘yours,” is all team can think at this point.
3.
win is on a murder spree.
he doesn’t exactly know who is killing yet because team won’t tell him, but he will kill whoever decided to give team a hard day. “for fucks sake,” win sighs. they had just gotten together. team finally is brave about his feelings and tells win that he wants to try being with win because “i want to and you are perfect and fuck i want to kiss your stupid face right now.”
and the first day they are back, some asshole professor and some asshole swimming president (dean) wanted to ruin his day. maybe he will kick dean around for making team work a little harder than usual since win wasn’t there today to monitor him, but who he really has his eyes set on his team’s professor.
he doesn’t even care to remember what subject this professor taught or his name really, he just knew that team broke down in his dorm and now that they were dating he felt it was his responsibility to protect him.
he had taken a walk to calm himself down while team took a nap in his room. “i can’t do anything drastic, team wouldn’t like that,” he says as he walks towards to building.
“he is probably still sleeping,” he unlocks the door to see team on his bed, staring up to the ceiling. “hi angel,” he sit down by team to hover over him a little.
“hia win,” team sits up to try to explain to win what had happened throughout the day. team had barged into win’s dorm in a frenzy of anxiety and tears and broke down right after win closed the door behind them.
“hey angel, do you want to tell me what happened,” they sat down on the floor by the door as team let out sobs that were collecting throughout his hard day. “professor.... swimming... need..... tired,” is all win can make out through team’s sobs.
“alright angel, let’s get you to the bed so you can calm down,” and that’s all that happened before team feel asleep on win’s lap and win had left to walk out the anger in his body.
“my stupid professor and stupid dean,” team pouts. win brings his hands to team’s face and squishes his cheeks together.
“can you tell me what happened before you start calling people stupid,” he leaves a quick kiss onto team’s forehead. “my professor gave me back an essay i did with notes overflowing of what i did wrong, but i did that essay with your help and i’m sure everything on that stupid essay was close to perfect, so i looked over it and it’s the most bullshit notes i’ve ever seen,” team huffs.
win can understand where team is coming from. “do you want me to talk to your professor,” team shakes his head. “you aren’t my dad, i can do it, it just upsets me that the i finally do something i’m proud of and this stupid professor shits on my confidence.”
“now can you tell me what happened with dean,” team eyes become dark and his pout deepens. “did i do something to make dean upset, because i swear i was the only one who swam as many laps as he made me do, as well as some stupid hard drills,” team leans forward to rest his chin on win’s shoulder.
team lets out a shuddering sigh, and win is quick to wrap his arms around his waist. “oh angel come here,” team is back to crying. “i’m so so tired hia win,” win runs a hand through the hairs on the nape of his neck.
“i know angel but it will get better, i’ve got you now.”
4.
team was never one to be affectionate in public. in the comfort of the dorm rooms, he was able to hold win close, give him random kisses or hold his hand,but never in public.
team had just told gotten the courage to tell pharm about what he and win truly are besides friends who casually fuck sometimes. he explained everything that had happened over the past few months and why he wanted to be with win.
their group dynamic didn’t change. win assumed team or pharm told manaow by the way she would constantly stare at them while they ate lunch together. they talked about their classes and clubs, manaow or del would occasionally tease them, but besides that there wasn’t an opportunity to be affectionate.
team appreciated that win respected his wishes of being more casually out in public, with the occasional wrapping pinkies together underneath the table.
so imagine win’s surprise when team holds his hand on top of the table and rests his leg on top of win’s leg, team rubbing his foot against win’s calf.
“team, are you okay,” team looks up at win from where he is eating his lunch and nods, his eyebrows furrowed. “mhm why are you asking,” team swallows his food and shifts closer to win where he is able to lay his head on win’s shoulder.
win hesitantly raises a hand to softly caress his hair. “you are like a little kitten today,” win smiles.
a little while later, dean and pharm appear to join their friends for lunch. pharm sets his yellow bag on the table in front of team and gives him a look. “what are you doing”, win’s hand has shifted to rest around team’s waist.
“nothing, i’m just tried and hia win’s shoulder is comfortable,” he smiles.
team and win finish their food right after each other so when win tries to get up to out their plates, team whines and pulls on his hand.
“team i need to go put these back and i’ll be right back in no time,” team pouts slightly and nods. win looks around and bends down to press a quick kiss to team’s temple. “i’ll be right back kitten,” win says rather loudly and team’s eyes widen.
the school day ends, there is no swimming practice so they are back to the dorm earlier than normal.
team unceremoniously flops onto win’s sheets and lets out a groan.
“hia win come back to cuddle me so i can take a nap,” win walks backs to the edge of the bed and taps on the back of team’s head.
“what do you want,” team is muffled. “why did you hold me hand,” win’s tone is accusing but there is no real bite to his claim.
“i had my whole leg on you and you are asking why i held your hand,” team scoffs and rolls over to his back so win can see his face.
“some girl wanted to make a move on you and i got jealous,” team deadpans.
“that’s all that happened,” win is amused. “no, she was already standing up when i grabbed your hand, she was on her way over here and i- i don’t fucking know okay?”
win sighs through his nose and lays his head on team’s stomach. “you’re cute, i like that part of you,” he turns his head to kiss team’s stomach and team giggles a little.
“it wasn’t cute and who the hell told you to call me kitten in front of dean and pharm,” team hits win in the face with a pillow and win gets up quickly to straddle him.
“aw kitten you liked it,” win pinches at team’s cheeks and team tries (not really) to push him off.
“no i don’t,” team pushes win against his pillows and lays at his side, head nestled into his shoulder. “maybe i do,” team whispers.
“my kitten,” win pulls him closer. “shut up and let me sleep.”
5.
win likes to spoil team to no end. he likes the little sparkle in team’s eyes when he bring him a snack for an extra king day in practice or surprises him with a hoodie that smells like him.
dean never fails to mention it at every waking moment. “you are going to go bankrupt if you keep spoiling team,” dean looks over to win and back down at the stack of papers at the table.
“i will not, it’s not like you aren’t any better, you know one of these days i’m going to tell pharm you are already looking at houses to buy him.” dean raises the pen as if he was going to throw it at him.
“i’m not saying it’s a bad thing but at this rate you are going to run out of things to get him.” win scoffs and focuses back at the papers in front of him.
dean is an asshole. he truly is. their first year anniversary is coming up and win has managed to run out of things to buy him. well not technically.
there was one special gift that win had in mind.
win keeps the day of seeing the christmas lights near and dear to his heart.
that was the first time win felt like they were finally going somewhere and making progress in their relationship.
he remembers team kissing him quick under the “mistletoe”, he remembers walking around and talking with no sense of uncomfortableness, that day was magical in win’s eyes.
win clearly remembers something else that occurred that day.
team walked around the stores to window shop when his eyes caught onto something.
a necklace, it was simple. just a small gold chain with a small hoop attached. team looks down at the price and winces.
“nice necklace,” win comments. “yeah, can’t afford it though,” he pauses, “reminds me of you.”
win looks up at team, “hmm, how so?” team takes a moment, “gold, the color gold, it reminds me of you.” win feels his chest warm up.
“makes me think of your hair,” team starts walking again and win stays behind to look closely at the necklace, then he leaves.
it’s been over a year since that moment but win remembers it fondly. ‘he was thinking of me even before we started dating.’ team slips out of the bathroom and sits at the foot of the bed, his hair damp from his warm shower.
“it’s almost our anniversary,” team says as he dries his hair. “hmm have anything planned,” win looks down at his phone where he is scrolling through necklaces.
“just want to spend the day with you, we don’t have to plan anything, we can stay her or go to a park or just walk through a mall together, but i just want to be with you,” team smiles, his back turned to win.
win hums , “am i allowed to get you a present,” team turns his head and scrunches his nose.
“but that means i would have to get you one too,” team flops atop win’s legs.
“you know i like spoiling you, i like to treat you like a prince,” team shuffles closer to win and he ends up in his arms.
“i know you do,but i also like just spending the day with you and you are already my gift,” team says. win knows team was joking with the whole ‘you are my gift’ but he knows team secretly means it.
“hia, you already buy me so much stuff and i have a feeling you are running out of stuff to get me,” win groans as he is reminded by dean saying the same thing.
“fine no gift, but i will tell you what i was going to get you, who know maybe you will change your mind prince,” team rolls his eyes. “a new pet name, calling me prince makes me seem spoiled,” team whines.
“first of all you are spoiled and second you are my prince, no one else’s, mine all mine,” team smiles and nods.
“fine, what were you going to get me,” team pulls at win’s fingers, wrapping their fingers together and then letting go.
“the necklace you saw a year ago when we went to go see the lights,” team shoots up and shakes his head.
“no matter how much money you have, you are never allowed to get me something that expensive, i won’t allow it,” team’s voice is stern and win sighs.
“even when we are older and have jobs and a house together i will not let you,” win gasps.
team doesn’t take it back, he doesn’t take back what he said. “a house together?”
“yes, and i’m not explaining it further, this isn’t about me, this about you being stupid and buying me this stupid necklace that costs way too much.”
win pulls team down for a soft kiss and smacks his head a little.
“it’s more than that, you said something that day that makes that ‘stupid’ necklace special,” team tilts his head like a curious dog.
“you said that the color gold reminded you of me, that was the first time you ever said something sweet to me, you made me feel special and .. wanted,” team wants to cry.
team doesn’t remember and he maybe he doesn’t remember because it seems insignificant to him but to win it wasn’t.
“hey prince, look at me,” team looks at win, “i’m so hopelessly in love with you, thank you for this year.”
“im so in love with you too.”
+1
team doesn’t know how to express his love for win.
win doesn’t care much for how team expresses his love, he knows, but it tears team up inside.
team is constantly reminded by how much win loves him everyday. the gazes, the touches, the pet names, it’s too much for team’s internal struggling with affection.
team tries a lot to pull himself out of his hole, he already has win as his boyfriend, this shouldn’t be difficult.
but it is, it’s beyond difficult because team has never done this before.
he would ask his friends for some guidance, but they have their own ways they’d how affection to their partners that leave a sour taste in team’s mouth.
nothing comes easy to team when it deals with showing affection.
he figures an easy way would be how win shows it, well one of the many ways he does it. ‘fuck win, why does he have to be such a great boyfriend.’
win is a great person, so it doesn’t surprise team that on his off days, he would spend the day tutoring his juniors.
win groggily walks inside his room and throws down his backpack onto the floor.
he is quick to toes off his shoes and let his hair down from its ponytail.
‘here goes nothing, i can do this, it shouldn’t be hard,’ team holds out his arms to signal win in for a hug that win so gratefully accepts.
“thank you for this.”
“how was your day baby.”
win immediately pulls back.
“did i hear you correctly or am i just tired right now,” win has a hold on team’s shoulders and team pouts.
“hia,” he whines, “i wanted to be sweet and i.. i like it when you call me stuff like that so i just.. i just.. i wanted to do the same to you okay?”
win grins down at him and pulls him in for a kiss on his forehead.
“you are so sweet my love,” win crawls on the bed to lay down. “hia~ why does it come so easy to you... can i call you stuff like that more often,” team lays his head besides win’s and win closes his eyes.
“i never said you can’t angel, i like it,” win moans in comfort and turns so he can wrap an arm around team.
“thank you baby,” team says.
win smiles softly to himself as he watches team slowly fall asleep.