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TO SWIM
There is a fire raging in him. Or perhaps it's the weather outside that's hot.
Beneath the dark sky, but surrounded by bright lights. Drenched in water, but engulfed in flames. Every contradiction that ever exists is inside of him too. He wants to burn them all; he wants to save them in memory forever. He wants to shut his eyes and pretend this isn't happening; he wants to never close his eyes again.
He hears the voice over and over again, echoing in open space and inside his head.
Blonde hair tied in a bun. Cool as blue. Sin as scarlet.
And so Team follows Win to his room.
TO COACH
He needs to check on the boys and make sure they're not being stupid. He needs to update the accounts for the trip. He definitely needs to annoy Dean about his first year boy. He needs to prepare…
Far by the bushes, hidden in all that green, stands a boy drenched. Confused and cute as hell! But a closer look tells the whole story and a voice in his head whispers, "not just cute."
Dark eyes searching for answers. Rich as gold. Fresh as a flower.
… he needs to devour.
And so Win tells Team, "if you can't bear it anymore, come to my room."