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1. Chapter 59: Win x Team <3 Cuddles
2. Chapter 71: Win x Team <3 Love Confessions
3. Chapter 53: Win x Team <3 Scary Movies
4. Chapter 57: Win x Team <3 Pick Me Up
5. Chapter 66: Win x Team <3 Insecure Win
6. Chapter 55: Win x Team <3 Cookies
7. Chapter 61: Win x Team <3 Present

Between Us or UWMA AU fics (Each one is a different verse):

1. Chapter 37: Win x Team <3 A/B/O: Team Wants to Nest in Win's Room
2. Chapter 76: Win x Team <3 Hotelier/Lifeguard AU
3. Chapter 79: Win x Team <3 Incubus AU
4. Chapter 86: Win x Team <3 Bodyguard AU

I sigh in frustration as I fall back on my boyfriend’s bed feeling annoyed and not knowing what to do. As I lay there I look around the room. This is not just a room, it’s a reflection of who my boyfriend is. I survey the walls, seeing the varying movie and music posters covering his closet doors and walls, which describe some of his tastes. I look at the desk that is perfectly organized, which I know definitively because he freaked out the last time I touched something on that desk. 

Some people have a system of organization that is just complete chaos, aka me, but that is different with Hia because he actually does have a system. Though to be honest, that’s completely understandable since Hia is a straight-A student. He wouldn't have gotten there by being disorganized and existing in stressful chaos, but rather by practically defining the word organization. I look at the desk and see his favorite highlighters, post-its, a cup with pens, pencils, and varying other writing utensils. There is a laptop in the middle of the desk with a couple of notebooks stacked up beside it. Then there is his filing case beside the table, which is home to his varying files for family, school, and tutoring. At the thought of tutoring, I glance over at the file folder on the other side of the laptop that has his forms for tutoring and all the contact information as well as studying materials organized by name. I used to be in that folder, but now he just always helps with my homework when he can. Finally, I look above the desk and my eyes come to rest on his two calendars. One is completely littered with school-related things including those things related to the swim team, and the other is used for family, business, and the other more personal events that appear to endlessly multiply throughout Hia’s life. That desk gives form to his organized, aka anal personality trait, but that makes him a good student, co-president of the swim team, and senior, and just makes him, well…him. 

In between the desk and the closet, there is a bookshelf that has several books for school and varying other things, but it also has another personal touch. Many picture frames on the shelves show various parts of his life. Some of them have big events like his younger brother, View’s graduation, but then there are those like a silly photo of the three brothers making silly faces at the camera that showcase the lighter side of Hia's character. Then there are a couple of family photos of the brothers with their parents, and there is even a new addition to the shelf which has me in it. Pretty quickly after we became official I met his family, and I don’t think I have ever felt more like family with people who were strangers before than at that moment. I smile as I look at that particular photo again, seeing a sweet family photo. We are all smiling at the camera with our arms wrapped around each other, except View, who is riding on my back. Of course, there are more than just family photos. It also has some photos of friends as well,  and some other important trinkets that remind Hia of home. With all these, this shelf clearly describes his heart. 

I look to the closet and see the comfortable and nice clothing that my boyfriend wears. Honestly, if people didn’t know his last name, I doubt people would think that he is as rich as he is. He is more likely to seek comfort when choosing his clothes than consider the designer. Wealth doesn’t matter to him for day-to-day items, rather he tends to spend the money on trips or taking care of others, like me. Of course, there are still a few suits, and other more expensive pieces of clothing, specifically for family business events. I smile, thinking about the times I got to see how amazing he looks in a suit, and how similar he acts at those events, but with more care to his public image. On the other side of the room, noticing the small couch there makes me think of how comforting watching movies or cuddling on the couch is.  Then there is the dining table in front of it that reminds me of the various take-out meals as well as studying sessions that the table has been used for. Oh, and I almost forgot the mini kitchen where Hia can show off his incredible cooking skills, which surprised me since I thought that with having cooks and maids at home, he wouldn’t know how to. Though, I guess that it shouldn’t have come as that much of a surprise for me since Hia is such an overachiever, and that part of his personality simply makes me love him that much more. 

I cuddle further into the bed and feel the comfort of being right here, especially after noticing his two fish in the tank by the bed. They don’t have names, which I explained to Hia quite lengthily was not okay, so he gave me the job of naming them, but it’s hard to name two fish. My sister, Tan, who has always loved the American show, Powerpuff Girls, said I should name them Blossom and Buttercup, then convince Win to get a third, so I can call it Bubbles. I laughed at that and never told Win the idea because I don’t know how he would react to that. As I look around the room of my most important person, I feel comforted, and think about how much I love him, which makes me feel sad about what happened earlier.

😜 💙 ~ FLASHBACK ~ 💙 😜

Waiting in line sucks, especially when it’s for food and I'm feeling so hungry I could almost die and it seems like it's going to take forever. I listen to the two girls in front of me as they joke around and tease each other in that affectionate way that only close friends or those in romantic relationships do. I look at how close they are and at their joined hands and, then after a laugh from one of them the other kisses them on the forehead. Yeah they are most definitely a couple. This is the kind of stuff that makes me wish that I could have the courage to come out and not care what other people think. Our friends and family know about me and Win, but nobody else does. In the end, I really care about the opinions of those few people, and all of them accept us being together. I guess I am just scared that the fans of Win on the cute boy page or the fans of the swim team would hurt us or not like me for him. I want to protect him, but I also hate how sad he gets when he wants to comfort me in a way only a boyfriend can do and he can’t because we are in public. 

I sigh and then move forward in line and that’s when I feel the stare of somebody on me. Usually I don’t mind that, with the fujoshi, swim team fans, and Win, I am mostly used to it. This time though, I think to myself that the fans and fujoshi wouldn’t stare that directly, at me, and Win’s stare is a warm and comforting stare that just makes me feel giddy with love. No, this one is neither of those. Whoever it is kept on staring and it’s affectionate but in a slightly creepy way. I try to not look in the direction of where the stare is coming from as I focus on working through the line and I soon forget about it. Until I get to the food selections and decide on yellow curry and som tum because I absolutely love som tum. I get excited as I watch Auntie May put the food on the plate, a little extra because she loves me and I think she also knows that Hia steals food from me. I smile and am about to give Hia’s card over, the one he gave me for lunch since he knows I struggle with money sometimes, but there is someone beside me saying they will pay for it. I turn to them to tell them ‘It’s okay, I got this,’ though all words leave my mouth as I see my ex-friend from high school standing there. 

I let Auntie take his card even though she looks at me worriedly, clearly sensing that something is wrong with the situation. When the purchase is done and she hands me the food, she gives me one more look and then looks down at the food, where there is a little note saying, ‘Are you okay? Eat up and remember that you are great just as you are.’ I smile at her again and leave as the next one in line steps up. She gives me one more look before turning her attention to the next student. I sigh, feeling happy that I have her in my corner. She has helped me out since even before I was a student. She always gives me notes with my food, encouragement, and sometimes help. The sound of a throat clearing interrupts my thoughts so I look up to see Bank, the ex-friend, if you could call him ever a 'Friend,' standing there with a smile. I sigh as I finally ask, “What are you doing here?” I know it sounds rude, but I don’t care when it comes to him. 

As I thought he would, he pouts at my question, “Don’t you miss your best friend?” He smiles at the end which just makes me more frustrated as I watch his cocky smile come to his face. 

There is only so much time I can stand here talking to him, especially since my stomach feels like it will eat itself if I don’t eat soon. Also, even though we are not in line anymore, we are in the front of the cafeteria and I know we will be getting attention soon, as I look at my table Pharm and Manaow already look confused. I am freaking out a little because I know there is not enough privacy here for this kind of conversation but  luckily I feel that warm stare on me that tells me that  Win will be over soon. I wait, barely acknowledging the fact that Bank is talking to me until I feel that comforting presence beside us and turn my attention to Win., “Hi, Hia, I was coming over.” Win just smiles at me with joy, and affection, and what I could only hope is love shining in his eyes, which makes me feel so special. 

Bank, having enough of being ignored,  coughs loudly and introduces himself, “Hi, I am Bank, Team’s best friend, who are you?” I feel almost like laughing as I hear the jealousy in his voice because that is Bank for you. He hates feeling like he isn’t the center of attention, especially when it comes to me. 

I turn to look at Win as the realization comes to his eyes since I told him all about this particular ex...best friend. I know that Manaow and Del want to kick Bank’s ass for what he did. Pruk, Don, and Pharm want to put him in jail. Then last but not least, Win and Dean want to get a restraining order for me and bring everything they have against him as charges. Oh, and that is just my friends., When Tan found out she was terrifying., I have never seen my sister be that protective or angry before. Right now though I know that Win knows he can’t do any of that so, he just introduces himself while throwing an arm around my shoulder., “Hi, Bank. I am Win, Team’s friend.” I feel sadness go through me as he says that, though I know he is doing that just in case it would stress me out if Bank knew about us, so I smile at him. 

Bank seems confused at something and replies, “Well you probably have heard of me then.”

Win fakes a smile in the most ridiculous way, clearly trying to hold himself back as he responds, “Yes, yes I have, can you please stay away from the man I love?” I watch as Bank looks confused, though I know he is more frustrated that he can’t trick people anymore, into siding with him. 

😜 💙 ~ END OF FLASHBACK ~ 💙 😜

Now as I lie in his room, I sigh as I again feel the need for Win’s comfort, but I also begin to feel the urge to cry because of him as well. Recalling what happened with Bank simply made me even more certain that Hia would never feel the same way about me  as I do about him. I wish Bank and I had been able to talk privately so I could say my piece because I am tired of being scared of him. Immediately after thinking this, I hear the key in the door and decide that this talk will happen first instead. I watch as Win enters the room and looks at me worriedly, and I sigh and wait for him to sit before I start this conversation. He sits down next to me and nudges me, “Are you okay? It didn't  even look like you touched your food and you rushed right out of there.”

I can tell he is about to say more, but I stop him and ask, “Why did you say that back there?”

He seems confused as he stops in his process of putting my food on a plate to warm it up, and looks at me to ask, “Hmm? Say what?”

I sigh, thinking, 'How can he not know what I am talking about?' I decided to finally say, “That you love me. You could have come up with something more convincing than that, there are plenty of other lies that would have wor-”

Suddenly he interrupts by exclaiming, “It wasn’t a lie.” I look at him confused, because of course it was, how can he continue to keep my hopes up like that? He sighs and continues, “That wasn’t the way I was planning to tell you that, but yes I love you, am in love with you, and I don’t want anyone else but you. This is not me rushing you to say it though, so don’t feel pressured if you don’t feel it too. That is totally okay.” I smile at him affectionately and sigh as he worries his lip, which makes me just want to kiss him, but before I do, I need to give him my own confession. 

I take hold of his hand and wait until he looks me in the eye, and smile, “I love you more than you could ever know. I have known that I love you for a while, I just didn’t think you felt the same so I didn’t want to say anything, but now I’m especially glad that we are having this conversation. Thank you for protecting me against Bank, though I wish I could have told him off myself because I had a speech prepared and I would have done so if it hadn’t been so public.” He smiles and chuckles quietly and then just grabs my face and kisses me like he can say everything he wants to with that kiss alone.  I kiss him back just as passionately and this continues for a little, with just us getting comfort and reassurance from each other’s lips, and hearing the other’s wordless confessions. 

Eventually, he pulls away for air and I smile at the look in his eyes as he says, “I would love to hear that speech.” 

I laugh slightly and try to decide how to start. “I would have started it after you came over and after he mentioned us being best friends, so can you pretend like you are him?” He nods and I continue, "I would say, ‘Ex best friends, we used to be best friends...if you could call it that...and to be perfectly honest, no I don’t miss you, and don’t act that you really miss me. You think you do, but what you miss is your favorite plaything not us being friends. I know what good friends are now and I don’t need you back in my life. Usually, I would feel bad about saying things like this, but you were a shitty friend and I have the confidence now to be able to tell you that.’ Then I would take your hand, and continue, ‘He is lying, he is not just my friend, this is my boyfriend, and he has treated me better than you ever did. He would never use me for sex or treat me like I am a plaything. He cares if I want to have sex and knows that when I say 'No,' it doesn't mean I still want it...unlike you. Do you know that I was near ending it all, because of you? I thought that people would never want to be a friend of mine without any sexual or other benefit. Do you know that I was terrified for a long time to open myself to anything potentially like a friendship, and that is not even talking about romantic...that is something that never even crossed my mind for something I could have? You made me feel unworthy of anything except to be a warm place for somebodies dick. You are a shitty person, a shitty friend, and just plain awful.’ Then I would point to our table, and say, ‘Those people over there are my friends, are truly like family to me and are everything that you could never be, so stay the fuck away from me.’” I feel myself tearing up in the end and feel better as he wraps his arms around me, giving me the comfort that I so desperately craved.