The Secret

Chapter 5

Manaow and Team stay rooted to their spot, eyes questioning each other yet mouth remained slightly ajar. Team was befuddled as to why out of the blue this guy whom he sincerely didn't want to have anything to do with called him, let alone oblige him to follow him. Follow him? Did he heard him right? Who the heck he think he was to boss him around?

Team's thick brow flicked up, mouth curved into a frown one. "Who are you? "

Win's lips tweaked into an amuse one, crossing his arms on his chest, stance on a relax but still giving off a domineering sense, he replied. "Win, "

"I know, " if looks could kill, Team knew Win would be on the floor by now.

"I'm just answering your question, "

Team rolled his eyes in annoyance, and exhaled his boiling exasperation. "What I meant was, why are you asking me to follow you? "

Win's corner of his mouth perked up, eyes sparked dangerously. "I am not asking you. "

Puzzled, Team's eyes squinted, brows a notch higher. "What is it then? "

"Imposing you, "

Team didn't know whether to laugh or go ballistic. Who was he again? The nerve of this guy, he's really getting under Team's skin since the unfortunate beginning of their encounter. If this was about their encounter early this morning, Team thought, he shouldn't act this way for he was the one at fault. He was being cocky and Team did what he did because the latter deserved it. Was he going to ask Team to apologize? There was no way Team would. He didn't have a qualm apologizing if he was wrong, but if not, that's where the problem would start.

Irked, he mocked him with all the sarcasm he could muster. "Wow! " Team wanted to clap his hands for the audacity of the guy to impose on him.

"Follow me. " Win repeated.

"And why should I follow you? "

"Because, I want you to. " he shrugged, donning a presumptuous  grin that riled Team up even more.

"And if I don't?"

"You will, "

"Why? " the confident of this man was over the roof. Team thought to teach him a lesson.

"Two weeks ago. " Win paused, a sly smile was on his red lips, playfulness was on his eyes, and Team even more puzzled. The guy was more difficult to fathom than the Vinci code. Why was the guy suddenly mentioning about two weeks ago? Was he insane? He couldn't believe a guy like Dean associated himself with this egotistic  and fool person. "...the kiss."

Team's eyes widened, lower jaw dropped in a flash. The mentioned of the kiss sucked all the blood out of his body at once. Why wouldn't it when the only kiss he had in his years of existence happened two weeks ago. And Win, specifying about it meant he knew something. Since he was a guy, a kiss shouldn't be a big deal but kissing your friend's lover is. It was something he wasn't proud of so he tried his best to forget everything about that night, and fooled himself that he didn't let go of his first kiss easily, not that he cared, but still. He kissed a guy, a GUY! And he found out that it was Pharm's boyfriend — Pharm his bestest friend cause he cooked delicious meal. He had to repeat it to put more emphasis. Team wondered what he got himself into.

"With..." Team jumped on his feet, he was at Win's side in no time, and covered his mouth. Leaving Manaow dumbfounded, eyes suspiciously eyeing him, without a word, her eyes glimmered with a lot of questions, Team bet the latter just didn't know where to start, and if she did, Team didn't know the answer neither. Pushing Manaow's potential questions at the back of his mind because she was last on his priority for now because the real danger laid on this guy whom's mouth was tightly shut by him.

"Manaow, you go ahead. I need to murder this man first. " trotting out, he dragged Win away.

"Just call me when you need help with the body, okay? "

Team raised an okay sign while he kept on yanking Win away with him. His heart beats fast, he was too scared about others finding out. His eyes scoured the student center area, and decided to stop in a farthest corner covered by the bush, away from everybody's earshot.

Team whipped his head left and right to make sure, it was safe to release Win, but before he could do so the latter licked his fingers. He was so surprised that he let go of him in a flash as if he was burnt.

"Shiaaaa! Did you just lick my~?" rubbing his licked fingers firmly against his pants in an attempt to clean it up.

He saw Win, spitting out an imaginary saliva, face crinkled, rubbing his tongue with his finger. "Filthy fingers, do you even wash your hands? It's so damn salty. "

"Who told you to lick it anyway? " serve him right, inside Team's mind he was glad to have pissed the guy.

"You gave me no choice. "

Team widened his eyes for the umpteenth time because of the ridiculousness of the guy. "Others would have bitten it, you could have bitten me."

The logic of his thought weirded out Team too, but licking was definitely not normal. Who would lick another person's finger or whatever out of the blue? Only this guy, and in Team's opinion, Win gone mad.

"I didn't know you prefer the rough way, but I'll take note on that. " licking his lining of his lips at a slow pace, Win answered.

Team felt his anger was slowly consuming his sanity. He closed his eyes, and slowly inhaled and exhaled to calm himself down for if not, he would definitely end up strangling the man right here and then, he's not worth a life sentence inside a prison or worst a death penalty. Also, it was a  hassle to dispose of the body.

Suppressed anger, Team opened his eyes, gritting his teeth, and quietly asked. "So what do you want? "

"Stay away from Dean. "

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