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Team was fuming as he followed his less than happy boyfriend through their apartment.
“You're just going to leave?” Team demanded and Win scoffed. It was an ugly sound. One that Team had never heard directed at him before, and it pissed him off.
“It isn’t like we are getting anything resolved. You obviously need some space.” Win argued, shoving random clothes in a bag. Team was sure a few of his own shirts were mixed in but he ignored it for now.
“I didn’t ask for space, did I? Here you go again, assuming what I want instead of just fucking asking.” Team grumbled flopping down on the bed. Win stopped packing to glare at him.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Win’s eyebrows were furrowed in anger.
Team didn’t even know what they were arguing about anymore. All he knew was that lately all they had done was fight. About Team’s mess around the apartment, about Win’s work schedule. It had been going on like this for weeks.
Win voice held a tiny bit of hurt and Team softened.
“Nothing, I’m sorry. Ignore me, I'm just … upset.” Team sighed, running his hands through his hair. Win seemed to pause at Team’s metaphorical waving of the white flag, and he sat down next to Team on the bed.
“I’ll be back tomorrow. Maybe it’s what we need. A break from each other for a bit. I’ve heard this happens to couples you know; they get stir crazy from being around each other too much.” Win spoke hesitantly.
An ugly feeling built up into Team’s chest, and he laughed. It was a hard and cold sound even to himself.
“I remember a time we used to spend every waking moment together, wasn’t it you who wanted to move in together? I thought that’s what you signed up for!” Team shouted his eyes tearing up as he stood up from the bed.
“I didn’t sign up for us fighting every single day that's for sure!” Win yelled back, raising his voice for the first time in a long time.
“Well, I guess that’s it then.” Team gulped, tears leaking down his face. Win was quiet for a second.
“Don’t do that. Don’t you fucking dare .” Win whispered harshly.
“What do you expect me to do?! It’s better we learn we aren't suited for each other now instead of ten years down the line and it’s a divorce instead!” Team argued and Win scoffed again standing up, so they were on equal footing.
“Is that what this is about?”
“What?”
“Marriage. The fact that you can’t fucking commit to anything. Can’t commit fully to us !” Win was spitting venom and Team saw red.
“Can’t commit? I waited for you for two goddamn years while you were in school! If that isn’t commitment, I don’t know what is!” Team shouted back, stepping closer to get in Win’s face.
“Fucking prove it! Marry me!”
“Fine!”
Their faces were inches apart, both their chest rising and falling rapidly. Team watched Win’s facial expression morph into something gentler.
“Really?” Win asked and Team gulped once, refusing to back down.
“Do you have a ring?” He demanded. Win’s expression darkened once more.
“Of fucking course, I have a ring.” Win snarled, marching over to their deskside drawer and opening it to grab a small box before slamming it closed once more. Win opened the box and took a small circular item out and snatched Team’s hand towards him, and with a gentle movement that didn’t match anything about this situation slid the ring onto Team’s finger.
All of the air in Team’s lungs escaped him as the reality of the situation dawned on him. The ring was perfect, because of course it was, and Team marveled at how right it felt to see it on his hand. It was pure gold, not a scratch in sight and Team swore he saw engravings on the inside that he would need to investigate later.
Win’s hands were trembling from where he still held Team’s hand in his. A small laugh built in Win’s chest, and it wasn’t long until Team was joining him.
Then Win’s lips were pressed to his and Team sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Win’s shoulders.
“I love you.” Win murmured against his lips and Team beamed.
“I love you.”
Team held his hand out, seeing the ring at different angles and Win pressed his lips to Team’s temple.
The two were seated on their bed, Win holding Team from behind. Team just couldn't stop looking at his hand.
“It isn’t going to disappear if you look away from it, you know.” Win chuckled and Team was too elated to be bothered by the teasing.
“We're getting married. Hia, we are getting married .” Team whispered and Win sighed his lips traveling down to Team’s neck to press gentle kisses there.
“I know. Been carrying that thing around for months waiting for the right time.”
Team snorted, melting into Win’s hold.
“Great timing.”
“Got you to say yes, didn’t I?” Win whispered and Team turned around in his hold to press their foreheads together.
“I would have said yes no matter what.” Team whispered and Win’s eyes turned soft as he pressed a quick kiss to Team’s lips.
“I was so scared earlier. Thought I lost you.” Win’s voice was pained, and Team held his hand to Win’s cheek.
“Never. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“I’ll always want you.”
“I know that now. You really carried it around for months?” Team teased and Win threw his head back as a deep sigh escaped him.
“Don’t start.”
“Wow, Hia. You wanted to marry me that badly? How embarrassing for you.”
“You literally said yes.”
“Still, super embarrassing for you.”
“Shut up, you menace.” Win laughed, pressing their lips together once more.