The Secret

Chapter 17

Light sleeper, my ass.

Win cussed in his mind as he heard every move Team made as the latter was long in deep slumber. It felt like every god damn time he was finally going to drift into dreamland, Team intentionally hustled, tossed and turned around to make sure he snapped out of it. Pillows falling down and feet hanging on the bed - hitting Win's in the process. The silence of the room was broken by the creaking sound of the bed from time to time causing Win to be disturbed by it —unable to have a shuteye.

Is this what he call a light sleeper? He sighed.

Win wanted to tie down Team's hands and feet to the bed frame just so he would stop shifting positions but he was told not to bother Team as he said he was a light sleeper. Win smirked at the thought, he was left with no choice but to wait until Team would settle down in his bed but it was like waiting for a rain during a long drought.  For he didn't only wait in vain, the latter even had the nerve to hit him right on his face when Team's hand stretched down towards him. Whatever drowsiness he felt was blown away. A moment later, his body followed suit. Win wanted to be close to Team but not this way.

He hissed in genuine pain as Team landed on his shoulder cheek down and arms on his stomach. It completely made his sleepiness kept at bay. What even more puzzling for Win was despite of what he thought was a bad fall, he could still hear Team lightly snoring, lips moved into a pout for a moment before it settled to a slightly ajar one. As Win fixed his gaze to Team who's face few centimetres away from him, and breathing fanning his right ear. Be that as it may, he couldn't bring himself to get mad at the latter especially when he sported a harmless, a complete contrary when he was conscious to what he looked when asleep.

"Why are you in my bed? " 

Win heard Team asked when the sunrays flickered through his window curtains after almost successfully restraining Team in place. The sun was already up but he only managed to take a nap when Team's hoarse voice echoed in his ear. 

"Why don't you answer that question yourself? " of course, sarcasm sat in every word of that question from Win. His entire body was sore.

Team still in a daze, eyes slowly fluttered open and close repeatedly, adjusting to the blinding light from somewhere over their head. He groaned but made no move. He was still for a moment before the situations he was in, registered. He was almost but not quite hugging Win, right arm sprawled over Win's chest and a leg snaked around the latter's thigh. Strands of his long hair tickling his cheek as it was draped sloppily on the pillow. Team thought that Win looked exceptionally well with his golden hair down and unkempt. In his eyes, Win looked lovely for lack of better word. Of course, he wouldn't dare say it out loud. Team found himself staring at him.

"This is definitely not a romantic way of waking up, is it? "

 Win whipped his head slowly towards Team causing their face to be an inch away from each other. He saw the evil smirk on Win's lips. Their gaze met and Team inexplicably couldn't understand why he didn't move away at once. It was like he was in a trance as Win's stare landed on him. As he was only wearing a boxer so as Win, they could feel the warmth from each other skin to skin. It was inexplicably comfortable.

"Aren't you getting off me, yet? I feel like you're taking advantage of the innocent me. " Team watched Win's mouth turned in every word. However, as the realization sank in, he wanted to kick Win so much.

The nerve of this guy. And, why does he always end up clinging to Win these days?

He quickly distance himself, and sat. "As if. " Team said, stretching his body.  Doing so, he saw the red mark on his waist, arm and leg. His eyes widened as his imagination ran miles away. He kicked Win's legs. "What did you do to me?"

"More like what you did to me." Win shoot back at once, stretching his stiffed shoulder before he turned to lie on his stomach and propped his head over a cushion. The action flaunted his back almost covered by tattoos. It ooze with so much arrogance yet it was pleasing to his eyes. He almost ran his fingers over it but he controlled himself.

"Why am I here? " diverting his eyes he asked, he realized he was on the floor.

"What else? You threw yourself at me. Again." Win said, eyes closed as he was about to go back to sleep, voiced muffled by the pillow.

Team eyes glared at Win's back, but the latter couldn't care less. "Did you do something to me?"

"You wish. Even if you beg, I won't do something to you. I'm not cheap." his voice was sleepy yet taunting, lips jeering.

"Your arrogance just knows no time, eh? Still early in the morning, yet it is already overflowing." 

Win chuckled softly, it was like music to his ears. It irked him. 

"Did I do something?" Team asked instead, horrified at where his thoughts were leading.

Win lazily hummed. "Hmm. "

"I don't believe you."

"Then ask me not." 

Team nudged him with his foot forcefully. "Stop lying."

Win grunted, "Stop asking, you won't believe me anyway."

"What did I do?" Team probed insistently.

Win opened his eyes, turned and sat. Their eyes leveled, one probing, the other glaring. "You want to know?"

"No, that's why I'm asking." gritting his teeth, he fielded the question smugly.

Win tilted his head forward, almost closing the gap, the latter floored -- stayed rotted to his spot and before Team knew it, Win pushed him down the bed and straddled his legs on either side of him. 

"You sleepwalked and you did this," Win muttered as his eyes gazed every nook and cranny of Team's face before cupping his face. "You held my face, " he continued, the latter still unable to have his consciousness back. Win knew it so he took advantage. "You stared as your lips was nearing mine." Team heard his heart slowly coming to life as it beat from slow to fast. Win was doing whatever he was saying-- leaving the latter in disarray. Eyes boring at each other, Win went on. "..and you said, I love you!"

Team had long lost it. He felt he was going to go deaf as his heart beat drummed loudly in his chest. He had no idea why but his heart was misbehaving.

But..

Wait, what? I said I love you?

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Are there souls still waiting? Feeding you with this one.. about time for the feelings to start.