Can you mend a broken heart?

A Wrong Move

A/N: hello my loves!! Hope everyone is well! Sorry for the late update!! I hope you like it! (Yes by the end of this chapter you will know how much I enjoy torturing Win-please don't hate me)

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The cold morning breeze accompanied with an unsettling feeling brought Team back from his sleep, he laid awake for a few minutes, mind trying to put pieces of his last night's actions together but to no avail. The anger he felt from the night before was still coursing through his veins albeit slightly. Throughout the night all he could dream of was the way Mew had made Win laugh, the way they interacted with each other like there was no other person in the room.

The sane side of his conscious mind kept screaming at him that the two boys were only friends but he couldn't help but think if Mew had any other intentions that being a friend. Hypothetically he knew that was not even a possibility. He knew that since he was Win's person of affection, the time he spent being around Win he learned the little ticks about the older boy about his behaviour and reaction towards the people he considered as friends, and towards the person who had a special place in his heart.

The soft breathing coming from next to him told him that the blond was indeed still fast asleep. Just as he wanted to indulge in the beauty that was Win for as long as the day would allow him, the door opened with a soft knock, with Dean's head poking inside,

"Team, mind coming down for a bit?"

He mouthed 'email' when the younger man gave him an expression of confusion. His blood ran cold as he clenched his fists, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he carefully got out of the bed, so as to not alarm the peacefully sleeping boy next to him. He joined Dean to walk down the stairs, heart thudding wildly in his chest, he was eager to know what the email said but a part of him was beyond terrified at the way he would react. Win's father had taken away his phone and laptop, making sure to limit his access to technology as much as he could so he wouldn't come across anymore of those unsettling images or anything that related itself to the problem at hand since they all knew that Win would most likely go into another panic attack,

Win's family was seated at the kitchen, the farthest place from Win's room, Win's father slowly slid the phone towards him, but instead of the cold fury he expected, all he felt was the dreadful fear settling in his bones,

The picture was of Win sleeping in his room, there was no doubt it was taken the day before when the rest of them had gone to Team's apartment to inspect the damage from the break in, But what sent chills up his spine was the words written in the email,

"Even when you are a broken mess you are so pretty, did I break you enough yet my darling? Soon you'll be mine and I will have you locked away... so far away... we will finally be together"

B-

"This was yesterday"

It wasn't a question, rather it was a statement and the few words were deep enough to make Team clench the small device in his hands, however mad he may be he had remind himself that he was at the presence of Win's father, he couldn't risk crushing the phone or chucking it against the wall like he wanted to and have the man grow to dislike him. One thing that caught his attention however was the way Wad was suspiciously eyeing his facial expressions and the phone in his hand. He did not like it.

Team quickly pushed the phone to Dean and turned his haze towards Win's father,

"Uncle? Do you have anything in mind?"