In Tune: A WinTeam Story

Chapter Two - C(rush)

A/N: Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed chapter one. I've been trying my best to crank these out expediently without rushing them. The chapters will likely get a bit longer than this as the story progresses and we get deeper into the plot, so please don't worry! Thank you for reading. Enjoy chapter two!

~Mimi xoxo

Songs used in this chapter:
It's You - MAX feat. Keshi

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The show was a much bigger success than Team anticipated. It doesn't matter that every single song he played didn't belong to him—adding his own twists and flares to the covers kept all eyes on him the entire performance. He could cry, thinking he doesn't  deserve the unexpected accolades and the applause.

Before the show, he was so nervous it nearly made him ill. Without his friends' support, there's no way he would've been able to go through with it. As much big-game as the troublemaker kid likes to talk, deep inside, he knows the painful truth.

He's more insecure than anyone in that room.

Though annoying to admit, that weird blonde kid P'Win staring at him the way he did was encouraging on his own. His eyes silently cheered Team on. The action was unexpected, and strange, and confusing—but it worked. Team wonders if P'Win has dealt with this kind of thing before.

He smiles downward, gripping the sink for stability as the satisfaction of the accomplished night sets in. "Good one, Team.", he whispers.

A gentle sigh falls from his lips, and he gazes at himself in the mirror, seeing the beauty that could be there, the capability that could be there, for just a small moment. "Team Fighting.", he whispers, holding a careful fist up, touching it to his reflection's in the mirror.

"Is that how you hype yourself up every time you play?"

Team jolts out of his own headspace as the voice and the reflection behind him startle him out of it. "Shia! When did you get in here?"

Win's lanky arms fold over his chest with a shrug of his eyebrows,  head briefly hanging in amusement. "Is this your kingdom? Am I not allowed to take a piss?"  He steps forward, leaning down to Team's eye-level. "I didn't follow you, if that's what you're worried about, Princess na."

The elder rolls his dark eyes, slipping away into a stall without another word, leaving the stupid scowl on the kid's face. It's a damn adorable scowl. Team's lips get all puckered, chubby cheeks puffed out, brows stern... He appears even younger than he already is. It makes Win want to ruffle his hair and poke those chubby cheeks of his.

An annoyed pout grows on Team's face as he shifts his body to lean against the wall, arms folded against his abdomen. "Still a brat, I see, P'Win na."

As instantly as Team turns his body to leave, Win is already exiting the stall. There is silence in the air, aside from the running water the blonde uses to wash his hands as they glance at one another in the mirror.

"Waiting for me now? Need your daddy to walk you out of the bathroom?"

Team glares at the older male through the looking-glass, pressing his tongue into his cheek without a word to say to that. Shia, this jerk continues to catch him at his most vulnerable, stealing the speech right out of his throat.

"You know? What if you're the one following me, P'?You bug me at work, and now you've gawked at me for an entire set. What's your angle, na? People were watching! They made space for you. You know what kinds of ideas were probably in their heads?"