Teller yawned and nuzzled into the soft pillow beneath his head. Wait. I swear I fell asleep in the sound room. His eyes blinked open after a few tries, taking in Tay-Yun's bedroom and the expanse of the empty bed beside him. 

Sitting up, he looked around the dim room and frowned when his eyes came upon the empty barstool where Mi-Yoh had been sitting. It must still hurt too much to see him. He thought as he stiffly got out of bed. The floor had definitely not been his best decision to sleep on, and he made a mental note to take the sofa next time he felt Tay-Yun needed some space. 

Grabbing some clothing, he headed for the bathroom, surprised that he didn't hear the TV on or anyone practicing. In fact, he didn't hear anyone at all. Perhaps they went out? He thought as he got himself situated in the bathroom, relieved himself, and then got busy washing. 

Once he was done, he got himself dressed and brushed his teeth, then put away his dirty clothing from the other day. He'd need to do laundry soon. Hm, I think I actually saw a laundry machine tucked away downstairs somewhere. With that thought, he picked up his bag of dirty clothing and headed down to find the machine. 

He located it tucked into a little nook beside the sound room. Thankfully, the washer was empty and he hurried to load it and get it started. He didn't change any of the settings, not wanting to cause any problems if someone didn't think to look to change them back before doing their own laundry. 

Straightening back up, he pulled out his phone to check if anyone had called when he heard the sound of several sets of footsteps above his head. They're home. He hurried to the spiral staircase and headed up, meeting them near the kitchen as they all came in with bags. 

"Teller!" Sahn-Re yelled as he dropped his bags and ran over, wrapping him in a too-tight hug. 

Thank god he seems like he feels much better. 

The guy released him a moment later, a giant smile on his face. "We got you some stuff!" 

Stuff? 

"You are feeling okay now, yes?" He asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet before he turned to the bag he'd set down and quickly pulled out a nice dark red hoodie with blue arms and a white hood. 

He nudged it against Teller's chest, then jumped. "It's going to look so good!" 

Sahn-Re pushed the hoodie into Teller's arms, then turned and grabbed the bag Tay-Yun was carrying. "Tay-Yun said he could guess your size pretty well, so he picked out a few of the other things, but it was a team effort on the wardrobe." 

What? Wardrobe? As in, multiple sets of clothing? 

He had money to technically pay for it, though possibly not, since what Sahn-Re started pulling out looked to be from an expensive brand. 

"Better just let him play dress up with you. We haven't let him do it in forever and he's finally feeling better. He'll get you one way or the other." En-Ti said, clearly holding back a smirk as he turned into the kitchen, leaving the bags he was carrying next to Sahn-Re, who immediately switched to digging in them. 

When he seemed content with what he had managed to pile into his arms, and Teller's, he ran toward Tay-Yun's room. Teller frowned and looked over at Tay-Yun as he came out of the kitchen with a container of food. 

"He always uses my huge room when he's serious. Have fun. We'll watch... and probably laugh a few times." He said, making Teller scowl at him before turning to walk down the hall. 

I'll just lock them out. 

He did just that before carrying all of the new clothes over to set them down on the sofa. He'd never been great at figuring out things to wear together, so he just stood back as Sahn-Re descended on the pile of clothing, pulling this and that out until he set down the first outfit Teller was to try on onto the big coffee table. 

Wait. Is he expecting me to strip right here? 

The door handle jiggled after he finished his thought, making him smirk until it turned and En-Ti, Tay-Yun, and Wan-Nu all walked in. "You can open the door with a coin." Tay-Yun said, his accent strong as he spoke in English. 

Stupid cheap doorknobs. And stupid cute accent. 

Crossing his arms, Teller watched the group take spots on the sofa around the clothing, and the other seats available. He stared at each of them, then returned his gaze to Sahn-Re. 

"I'm not stripping in front of you guys." He grumbled. 

Sahn-Re seemed confused as to why, but after a moment of thinking, he pointed over to the bar. "That should be high enough to change behind, yes?" He asked. Technically, it would block his lower half... at least. 

"I guess." Teller conceded. 

The gleam in Sahn-Re's eyes told him that he likely wouldn't get away with not letting him dress him up. Taking the outfit that was already in his arms, Teller walked over behind the bar, then began tugging off his clothing. 

He was pleasantly surprised that the pants did fit him really well. He didn't even think that he'd need a belt for them, like he usually did. Accompanying the black jeans was a dark green shirt with an extremely loose collar that opened enough for the top of his chest to be seen. It seemed weird, but when he looked into the tiny mirror above the bar area, he was surprised to see that it really did look good. 

Teller walked out carrying the hoodie, only slipping it on after Sahn-Re had walked around him a few times, his smile growing every time he completed a circle. When he added the hoodie, Sahn-Re stopped and clapped his hands together once. 

"Perfect!" He said in English, making Teller chuckle. 

Another outfit was suddenly pushed into his arms. Resigned that he was going to be putting on a fashion show for a while, Teller hurried back behind the bar. He glanced over at the guys as he tugged his shirt off, a bit surprised to see that Tay-Yun was staring, his head leaned back against the sofa, turned just enough to look straight at him. 

Teller felt his heart start pounding immediately and turned away to finish changing. The feeling of being watched didn't leave as he turned back around after having pulled on a pair of slightly torn blue jeans and a long sleeved shirt with the elbows cut and partially laced back up. 

The sleeves covered his hands a bit, but when he tried to roll them up after walking back over to them, Sahn-Re stepped forward and swatted at his hands playfully. "No no. Is right that way." 

Oh. 

It felt a bit weird, but he didn't bother arguing. Sahn-Re looked like he was having too much fun, and had felt so badly before. They went through four more outfits, two pairs of shoes, and two hats. He didn't need to try on the sunglasses, but there were two pairs of those, too. Both definitely more expensive than any pair he'd ever owned. 

"Great! I like all of it. You can keep." He said when Teller had finally finished and changed back into the first outfit, per Sahn-Re's request. 

Wait. 

"I can't afford all of this..." Teller said, only to get a chuckle from Wan-Nu and En-Ti. 

Sahn-Re grinned and patted him on the shoulder. "Keep. I was feeling down and wanted to buy things, but I have too much. So you made me feel better, so you keep it." 

Not sure what else he could say, Teller nodded. "Thank you." He said awkwardly as he tugged at the sleeve of his shirt unconsciously. 

"You are welcome!" Sahn-Re chimed right as the buzzer for the doorbell sounded. 

Ike. 

He'd lost track of time. Stealing a glance at the clock on the wall, Teller noted that it was, indeed, time for Ike to come over. 

They all gathered in the living room, taking the same spots they had before while Wan-Nu went to open the door. Ike came in, smiling slightly and shaking his head when he saw the same set up. Without arguing, though, he settled himself in the middle of the sofa and nudged his sunglasses a bit further up the bridge of his nose. 

After Wan-Nu took his spot, Ike drew in a deep breath, then relaxed back into the couch. He looked really tired, but Teller kept quiet and just scanned what he could see of Ike's body. 

There are new bruises. I bet he's got at least one black eye, too. 

Ike was wearing a long sleeved shirt, which Teller knew he highly disliked. A faint purple mark was peaking out from beneath the fabric covering his left wrist. 

"What day and time is the next show?" Wan-Nu asked, drawing Ike's gaze with his question. 

"In three days. At the convention center." 

Teller thought that they'd be fine with it, but Wan-Nu actually seemed to hesitate. "We will have him text you our decision." He said, surprising Teller, and Ike. 

He looks worried, or really... scared. 

He'd know the look of fear anywhere, and Wan-Nu seemed to catch it, too, even though Ike was wearing sunglasses, because he stood up and offered Ike a hand up, which the guy took without really changing his expression. Wan-Nu gave him a small smile and looked toward the kitchen, drawing Ike's attention in that direction. At the same time, Wan-Nu moved his free hand over to Ike's wrist and pushed the sleeve up. 

Everyone's gazes turned to the dark purple marks moving up Ike's arm before he jerked the sleeve down again. "Just text me if he can come or not. As soon as you know." He said as he turned and started for the door, only to be tripped intentionally by Tay-Yun's foot. 

His shirt rode up a little as he fell, revealing another large smudge of purple and black on his lower back that drew a hiss and wince from Teller and Sahn-Re. Ike seemed to have trouble just getting up from the simple fall, making Teller's stomach twist with worry. He'd never liked Ike, but the guy didn't deserve to get beaten half to death. 

Tay-Yun was just leaning over to help Ike up when Wan-Nu stepped in, waving him off. "I've got him. En-Ti, can I borrow your room for a bit?" He asked as he carefully got Ike's arm over his shoulder, then helped him lift his weight. 

Did he lose weight? 

"Yeah. I need to go force Sahn-Re to take his medicine, anyway." En-Ti said, immediately triggering Sahn-Re to dash toward his room. 

En-Ti waited until the door slammed shut and they all heard the click of the lock before he fished a small coin out of his pocket and flipped it in the air before catching it. 

"Have fun." Tay-Yun joked, earning a chuckle from En-Ti as he slowly sauntered down the short hall to Sahn-Re's room, picked the lock, then let himself in before shutting the door. 

Teller stood awkwardly in the living room for a moment before Tay-Yun laid down on the sofa, stretching out with a tired sigh. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, drawing Tay-Yun's eyes up to him. 

He looked tired, or stressed. Probably both. 

When Tay-Yun gestured him closer, Teller hesitantly took a few steps, until the fronts of his brand new black and white striped shoes pressed against the fabric of the sofa. His heart was beating harder and harder as Tay-Yun motioned for him to lean over as he leaned up on his elbows to be able to whisper in his ear. 

"Go get something to eat." 

Blinking, Teller leaned back up, frowning as Tay-Yun chuckled. 

I think he just played me. 

Turning his frown into a scowl, Teller turned and stomped off to the kitchen. 

Wan-Nu found the medicine he needed sitting right on En-Ti's desk. Thankfully, the guy hadn't put it away just yet after needing it for Teller, or he'd needed it, himself. Either way, he was grateful not to have to dig through his things or try and get him, because it sounded like he was having quite a lot of trouble trying to get Sahn-Re to take his medicine, if all the sound they were making in the other room was any indication. 

Turning back to Ike, who had settled on the bed on his belly, Wan-Nu pursed his lips. If his face wasn't pinched slightly from pain, he would have thought that he'd already fallen asleep. 

"Can you take your shirt off, please?" Wan-Nu said, trying to enunciate his words as clearly as he could, knowing that he wasn't too easy to understand when he spoke in English. 

Ike opened one eye to glare at him, making Wan-Nu assume that he didn't want to cooperate. He sighed, walking over to the edge of the bed next to Ike. 

"I suppose I will have to call hospital." He said with a raised eyebrow, using the same trick he'd used on Teller to try and get Ike to just cooperate. 

The guy scowled for several seconds before reaching down to the bottom hem of his shirt and awkwardly pulling it over his body. He got it about halfway off before he had to stop and catch his breath. Wan-Nu couldn't blame him. He looked surprisingly worse off than Teller had. His entire back was either black, purple, or on its way there. The only unscathed skin Wan-Nu could see in that area was the back of his right shoulder. He only needed one arm to hold the mic...

"Your boss is garbage." He growled in Korean as he leaned over and gently began working the shirt over Ike's head. Thankfully, the guy made it easier on him and stretched his arms forward, allowing him to pull the fabric straight toward the headboard of the bed. 

He tossed the shirt aside onto a nightstand once he got the it off, then squeezed a good bit of the medicine onto his hands. Setting the tube aside, Wan-Nu leaned forward onto the bed with one knee and began working the medication into Ike's skin as carefully as he could. 

The guy tried to act tough, but Wan-Nu could feel his muscles flinching under his fingers as he moved them along the dark bruises. They were both silent as he worked. Wan-Nu was considering how he could possibly get Ike to stay with them for at least the night, so that his body could heal a little, but he didn't seem to have needed to worry. 

Ike's quiet snores drew Wan-Nu's lips up into a slight smile. He carefully finished up Ike's back, then softly, as to not wake him, massaged some of the medicine into his injured left arm. 

When he had finished, he capped the medicine tube and set it back on En-Ti's desk, then walked back over and slid Ike's sunglasses from his nose to set on the nightstand. He wasn't surprised in the least to see a black eye and dark circles from lack of sleep beneath both of them. 

Shaking his head, he made his way to the door and turned off the light. He'd talk with Ike when he awoke. This abuse had to stop, and he was going to make sure that he did his best to be the one to bring down their pathetic excuse for a manager. Even if he didn't have photos of the bruises, he could use the surveillance cameras he had around the house. They would have definitely picked up Ike's back when he'd been tripped, at least. That would get police attention, and then they could go from there.