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If We Tell You Our Secret

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Something’s off.

Champ is a simple man but he’s not dumb. He knows his friends well enough to notice when things change. First, it was Techno going all weird and ignoring Type for over a week, and now, they are the closest he’s ever seen them. Literally. They are standing with their shoulders touching and he’s pretty sure Techno is red from more than the heat from practice.

What the hell?

The thing is they are acting as if mostly nothing has changed, except it obviously has. Champ can tell he isn’t the only one to notice it. The entire team has been giving him questioning look as if he knows what’s going on with their captain and co-captain.

It gets more complicated when Tharn gets added to the equation. At the same time those two got extra close, Tharn started spending more time at their faculty and at the field. That wouldn’t have been strange (he does that from time to time) if it wasn’t because he’s not there ogling and being lovey-dovey with Type, he does it with No. Right now, Champ can see Tharn sitting on the stands, his eyes trained on No’s body and a soft look on his face.

Just like how he looks at Type.

The more days that pass, the more Champ wonders what exactly is going on between his three friends. It doesn’t take a genius to see the heart eyes on Techno and Tharn’s eyes (even Type’s though a bit less intense). Champ can tell there’s more than friendship between them but he’s not sure if they are dating or just obviously like each other.

So, he starts paying more attention. That’s when he sees Techno hardly ever – if ever – drives his bike to school anymore, getting rides with Type and Tharn instead (unless Tharn has band practice). He also sees how they are always touching, whether it’s shoulders bumping or arms draped over shoulders or knees touching under tables. Champ is confused still though; those things don’t really clarify their status.

That is until they’re at the canteen one day, the four of them, and Champ sees Tharn’s hand on No’s thigh as No tells some funny story they’re all laughing at. Type is not touching No but even though he’s rolling his eyes, his gaze is what Champ would call fond – and Type has never looked at anyone but Tharn like that.

Oh, so that’s how it is.

Champ smirks to himself. Well, he’ll have to wait and see when they decide to come clean, though he can’t wait to make fun of them with how bad they are at hiding.


Ae & Pete

Pete is waiting for Ae after practice on the edge of the field.

There are still team members practicing, including the captains, but Ae told him they could go home anyway. Pete waves as his boyfriend walks up to him and sees him turn to bid good-bye to his team before chuckling.

“Ae, is something funny?” Pete tilts his head, curious as to what made Ae chuckle.

“Nothing Ai Koon Chai,” Ae smiles warmly at him, caressing his cheek.

“But you’re smiling? Oh it’s P’Techno,” Pete waves at the senior when he catches his eye. P’Techno waves back, making Pete smile and blush. Pete always liked Ae’s senior, he’s funny and kind, though lately, he has noticed something whenever he sees him at practice, “Ae, don’t you think there’s something different about P’Techno and P’Type?”

“Very different.”

Pete looks at his boyfriend with interest, “does Ae know something?”

“Just what I can see,” Ae chuckles again.

“See?” Pete asks confused. Something he can see? Pete looks back towards P’Type and P’Techno, trying to catch what could Ae be talking about. It’s not until he focuses on the way they look at each other that Pete gets it. “Oh! I see too.”

“Do you?” Ae raises his eyebrow in question.

“P’Type looks at P’Techno like Ae looks at me,” Pete shyly meets Ae’s soft eyes from under his bangs, a light blush on his cheeks.

Ae pats Pete’s head lightly, “that he does.”

“What about P’Tharn though?” Pete has only met Type’s boyfriend a couple of times but he seemed really nice.

“Same,” Ae shrugs as he takes Pete’s hand and leads him towards the car.

“Oh! That’s so cute! I hope they’re all happy,” Pete smiles widely.



“Type, can you watch the freshman?” P’No asks as he starts walking away towards the lockers.

“Sure,” P’Type nods, already turning to glare at the running juniors.

That’s the third time the captain has asked for something and the co-captain has done it without an eyeroll or snarky comment. Good knows because he’s observant. It comes with being quiet. He likes to observe because a lot can be learned from people by watching them.

That’s how he figured out that Ae and Pete are dating before they said anything, that Can is in love with Tin no matter how many times he said he hated the IC student, or that Tin is not really cold and emotionless but more of a hurt, afraid and vulnerable person.

Lately, he’s turned his skills to his seniors and noticed the changes in their treatment of each other. For example, P’Type is way more indulgent with P’No than he used to be, and P’No seems happier around P’Type than before. They are not things that would be obvious to anyone outside people who spend time with them or know them well but if you are one of them, it easy to see. It’s not like Good is going to say anything. He’s happy that P’No finally has someone who loves him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Good sees a figure sitting on the stands. P’Tharn. He’s looking at his boyfriend and his friend, a smirk twisting his lips. Even from the distance, Good can tell how soft his expression is, and, as he looks between the senior on the stands and the two on the field, he can also tell he was originally wrong in his assumption.

It seems, Good thinks, P’No has two people who love him.


(Bonus) Can & Tin

“But Tin, I don’t understand.”

“When three men love each other very much…”

“Oi you don’t have to be an asshole!”

“And you are being stupid.”

“Because I don’t understand. How does it work?”

Tin sighs for the hundredth time contemplating whether to slam his head on the table or his boyfriend’s.