HEMP ROPE

30.

 

"Yeah, of course. Tomorrow, you go ahead and talk with the staff. I'll check on the kids."

 

The swimming club vice president swayed in his chair, talking to his friend. On his desk lay a large textbook, filled with marks and summaries. Though not in the examination period, the soon-to-be honorary student reviewed his lessons like he always did.

 

Tomorrow is the day of a university swimming competition. Dean and Win had to work late into the night to conclude their work. When Win heard another person's voice on the line, he shooed Dean to spend time with his boyfriend.

 

The jealousy!

 

Win hung up and checked his digital watch. He should catch some shuteye; it was 1 am, but…

 

The man spun his chair towards the door. Like he was waiting for something, he checked his social media until the door clicked after less than half an hour. Win placed his cellphone on the table and waited. A small smile flashed on his face; no questions asked, his arms wide open. The visitor headed straight into his arms, straddling him, his face lying on Win's shoulder.

 

An even breath indicated that Team had hit the sack. Win stroked the brat's back. Every time before the competition, Team's adrenaline skyrocketed, and he couldn't sleep, resulting in bad performance. Months ago, they found out that Win's room could lull him to sleep comfortably. So, Win had to lure him in at first. But now Team came of his own volition.

 

"Geez", Win wrapped his arms around a big lug. "Now how the heck do I carry you to bed, hmm?™

 

His mouth was muttering, yet his hands tightened on the junior's upper legs to get up and carry him to a bedroom. Damn him if he got a sprained waist tomorrow!

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PS

 

Team: Yo, Pharm!! Hello, P'Dean, cheer for me!! /bright and joyful/

Dean: I know, hurry up and warm up/shoo’s the junior/ Pharm: P'Dean.

Dean: Huh?

Pharm: What's wrong with P'Win? He's walking strangely.

Dean: /looks at his friend walking erratically, massaging his waist/

 

Uh….

 

Pharm: Team is cheerful today.

Dean:...Mhm.

Pharm: /glances at his boyfriend, cheeks reddening

Dean: /rolls eyes/ Don't think of anything pervy!!