WinTeam Week 2020 & 2021 - Short stories (WinTeam - HempRope - BetweenUs)

Falling For You Is My Mistake

MISTAKE?

Let me show you how I caught you now
You can't get out
Won't let you escape from what you're a slave to
Your every word I use and abuse so
Follow me
~ Dear Agony – Follow Me ~

"Fuck this traffic. We are going to be late." Dean, his manager, drove the car skillfully among Bangkok's chaotic traffic but even he can't work miracles. They will be late for the next meeting nonetheless. Dean tried to call the dance teacher that they were on their way to but the man didn't answer his phone.

"I'm sorry for this. If only the photo shooting hadn't stretched so long. I calculated today's schedule completely wrong."

His manager rarely got anxious about anything, so Team wasn't surprised that a possible delay didn't get the man's strict demeanor crack. His appreciation for his manager had increased during each tough situation they faced. Dean had become his manager when he had moved from modeling to acting. And he was overly grateful for that day. The few years older man was a strict and cold-blooded guy who didn't let anything discompose himself. Team trusted him completely and was quite sure that the man could move the mountains if he so wished.

"Luckily for us, Win is the easy going guy and probably not getting upset about the slight delay even though his schedule is fully booked."

"Are you sure?"

"Well... At least I hope so." Dean cast a tight lipped smile in his direction through the rearview mirror.

"Not convincing..." He sighed and leaned against the back seat of the car. Giving a bad first impression did not calm his nervousness.

Once again, he wondered if he had made the right decision. The fact that they had difficulty reaching an appointment with the dance teacher was already a clear sign that he should reconsider. The model's work had been easy, it had come from him naturally. Likewise, the transition to acting. Singing and playing had always been his hobbies. Already in model times, he sometimes held IG live performances for his fans, where he played guitar and sang his favorite songs, sometimes even his own compositions. The number of fans had grown after he became an actor and Dean had figured out that he could have a real concert to their delight.

To his horror concerts also required dancing, which was certainly not his field. He was frankly miserable in it. He was quite sure he had been born with two left legs. But Dean had had a solution for it, too. He had hired a professional dance teacher for Team with a quick phone call, and not just any dance teacher but the best one in the whole Bangkok. He had, frankly, groaned in despair after hearing it. But Dean had just smiled contentedly and marked training times on Team's schedule. At times, he felt like his manager was a sadistic tyrant.

For a good fee, the dance teacher, Win, has agreed to tweak the training times for Team on his busy schedule. He has gained a lot of reputation for his skillful style of education and the fact that his choreographies were hot and sexy without being too vulgar.

"We'll be there soon. We are about 10 minutes late on schedule. I'll leave you in front of the dance school, go inside to sign up for Win while I'm looking for a parking space for the car. And remember that he doesn't know that his new client is you." His cruel manager orders.

Great... Just great. He just hated the idea of dancing and now he should meet some random dance teacher without the security of his manager. The famous dancer who didn't even know that he was supposed to teach dancing to the newest rising star of Thailand's entertainment business. But knowing it was pointless to argue against Dean, he prepared for the coming ordeal by taking a deep breath and trying to calm his prickly nerves.