(I have a bad habit of torturing my characters a bit) 

"I swear... will you stop stealing the damn blanket? There are two for a reason! And the reason is not for you to have both!" Wan-Nu hissed as he tugged on his comforter for the tenth time. 

"I'm gonna kick you off the bed if you don't chill out." Ike grumbled, his voice nearly unintelligible with sleep. 

Glaring at the clock, Wan-Nu let out a frustrated sigh and reluctantly pushed himself up. He knew that he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep besides Ike. He'd taken the guy in as a favor until he was somewhat recovered from his injuries, yet it almost seemed like he'd moved in, claiming Wan-Nu's tiny room, and everything in it, as his own. 

Climbing out of bed, he stalked over to the closet and pulled down his last extra blanket. It wasn't nearly as comfortable or warm as his comforters, but it would do. 

Hugging it to his chest, Wan-Nu slowly made his way out of his room and to the sofa. He didn't hesitate to stretch out on it, rolling up in the thin blanket to keep the chill from the air-conditioner at bay. 

He awoke three hours later, always the first to get up so that he could make sure everyone else was ready for their scheduled days. Well, not recently, but it was one of his main duties. 

Wan-Nu stretched carefully, worried that he might fall off the sofa if he moved too much, but when his chest pressed up against something warm, and definitely not a blanket, his eyes jerked open. 

This darn brat. 

Ike had taken the outer portion of the sofa and brought along one of the large comforters to settle over them, as well as a single pillow they both managed to share, barely. 

His face is way too close. 

"Did I miss something?" Teller asked as he leaned over the sofa suddenly, making Wan-Nu jump and shove Ike right off the sofa. 

The guy landed with a loud thunk, then a grown as he stretched out on the carpet mumbling something that sounded similar to "Asshole." 

"Why were you on the couch with me?"  Wan-Nu grumbled. 

Ike snorted and yawned before replying with a mumbled. "English." 

Rolling his eyes, Wan-Nu leaned over the edge of the sofa, glaring down at Ike. "Why are you out here?" He asked again, this time in the idiot's own language. 

"Ah. I was cold." Ike replied as his eyes finally opened a little, though they seemed unfocused. 

"Cold?" Wan-Nu asked with incredulity. "You took both my good blankets, yet you were cold?" 

It took Ike a moment to process the words before he slowly rolled onto his side and stared up at Wan-Nu, then answered with a quiet, sleepy rasp. "Yeah." 

The smell of food cooking made Wan-Nu glance toward the kitchen, allowing him to break the awkward tension that had built without him even realizing it. He hurried to his feet, careful to not step on Ike as he made his way toward the kitchen. 

He could hear the guy start to get up behind him, but he didn't expect him to follow for a few moments. He was clearly still waking up. 

"Smells good." Wan-Nu said as he walked over to the stove to see what Teller was cooking. 

The smile he got in return was a bit surprising, but it was nice to see him so happy. "I'm making pancakes. Grandma bought some ingredients for them." He said, making Wan-Nu lean against the counter as he watched Teller flip one of the disks. 

"Ah, are you okay with coming to the studio with us later?" Wan-Nu asked, making Teller send him a look that told him that he wouldn't be fooled twice. 

"Okay, okay. Don-Wei wanted to speak with you again about a possible contract signing..." 

Teller was in the middle of flipping a pancake when Wan-Nu spoke, sending the sweet dough sailing somewhere over his shoulder. A surprised yelp echoed in the room a second later, drawing Wan-Nu's attention to Ike, who had seemingly just managed to catch the food, only to realize that it was extremely hot. 

He quickly threw it onto the counter, then ran to the sink to run his scalded hands under the faucet, a scowl on his face. "The hell you throw a pancake at me for, idiot?" He asked, his eyes narrowed on Teller. 

"Sorry. I think I startle him." Wan-Nu said before staring back at Teller at the same time Tay-Yun walked into the room. 

He couldn't help but think that he, too, looked overly happy, but he didn't comment on it and instead pointed at Teller. "I told him Don-Wei wanted to possibly sign him... and I think I broke him." 

Chuckling, Tay-Yun walked over to Teller and leaned over his shoulder as he reached around to poke his right cheek, turning his head just enough to steal a kiss. 

"Good morning, again, love." 

Teller seemed to snap out of his shock immediately, a bright blush and dopey grin on his face. "I'm making pancakes." He stated without bothering to look at the one he was currently burning in the pan. 

Wan-Nu took it upon himself to nudge Teller out of the way and take over the cooking, also technically pushing him into Tay-Yun's waiting arms. 

"You are going to come with me to the studio, right, Tel?" Tay-Yun murmured against Teller's ear, making a shiver run down his spine, then zip right back. 

He couldn't even help the nod that Tay-Yun's question incited, drawing an excited smirk onto his boyfriend's lips. 

"Good. Now go get changed. Wan-Nu should have breakfast done by the time you're ready. Then we're going to leave." He said as he gave Teller's backside a hard tap. 

"I did not need to see that." Ike grumbled as he watched Teller run from the room, making Wan-Nu reach over and swat him on the side of the face with the spatula. 

"Leave them be." He chastised, only to have the spatula stolen from his hand abruptly before Ike used it to swat him on the backside. 

"Hey!" Wan-Nu yelled, only to be pushed out of the way from in front of the stove by Ike's hip. 

"Get the table set. I'll finish making the food." He said as he poured in more batter after removing the burnt pancake, then adding some blueberries. 

Wan-Nu wanted to argue, but he knew that it would be useless. Ike was an idiot who did what he wanted, whether he should or not. 

So, with a frustrated slur of curse words, in Korean, of course, he got busy setting up the table with glasses of water, plates, the remaining blueberries, and syrup. 

Everyone besides Sahn-Re and En-Ti, who hadn't come out of their rooms yet, were present after ten minutes. Teller was visibly nervous as he pushed his one cut up pancake around on his plate. If Tay-Yun wasn't feeding him every few moments from his own, he probably wouldn't have eaten at all. 

When everyone else had finished at least two pancakes and appeared to be decently full, Tay-Yun and Teller got up and cleared the dishes away, allowing Wan-Nu time to get ready. 

He hadn't planned on asking Ike to come after the last time he'd had to go find him, along with his attitude, but when they all headed for the door, the guy was hot on his heels in a clean, light blue long-sleeved shirt and khakis that had clearly been borrowed from his room. 

"You want him to come along?" Tay-Yun asked as Wan-Nu slid into the driver's seat and Ike took passenger, leaving the back for Teller and Tay-Yun. 

"Hell no, but do you want to fight him on it right now?" He replied as he started the car, giving Tay-Yun a pointed look from the rear-view mirror. 

When the guy shook his head, Wan-Nu got them on their way. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but after Ike leaned forward and turned on one of the decent radio stations, everyone settled in for the drive. 

The moment they got there and filed out of the car, Wan-Nu grabbed Ike's wrist, not wanting to allow the guy a chance to wander off again. They headed straight up to the CEO's office, knocking twice before being let inside by an assistant. 

Don-Wei was behind his desk like before, but he was relaxing back in his chair this time, a shut laptop and half-drunk cup of coffee in front of him. 

"Good morning, everyone." He said with a welcoming smile. His lips turned down after a moment, however, once he noticed Ike. 

"Is that the young man you brought last time who happened to wander off, Wan-Nu?" He asked, drawing a faint blush from him as he practically forced Ike to take a seat, then dropped into the one beside him. 

"Yes." 

Don-Wei's attention returned to Ike, his head tilting slightly as he took in the man's appearance. 

"He was the singer for that fake band, Mimic?" He asked, earning a nod from Wan-Nu. 

"He's got an attitude on him, too." He added, getting a chuckle from Don-Wei as he continued to look Ike over. 

"Why is he staring at me like that?" Ike asked, sending a sideways glance at Wan-Nu. 

Instead of answering, since he really didn't know, Wan-Nu continued to address Don-Wei. "I told Teller that you might be interested in his talents. Did you want to offer him anything today?" 

"Yes. I want him. He seems to be in a bit of a bind with his current situation, and you said he likely has to return to America soon, so we'll have to figure out a way around that." Don-Wei noted, switching his attention back and forth between Ike and a very nervous Teller. 

"I think we already have a good enough reason for him to want to stay." Wan-Nu said, grinning a little as he stole a glance at Tay-Yun. 

The guy seemed oblivious, his attention completely focused on Teller. He was even holding his shaky hands in his, rubbing soothing circles along the backs of them. 

"So it would seem." Don-Wei replied, matching Wan-Nu's grin before returning his focus to Ike. 

"I think I want this one as well. Do you know if he has any history in modeling?" Don-Wei asked, making Wan-Nu's jaw drop. 

He had absolutely no idea about the guy, besides the fact that he was a handful to deal with and an asshole at times. 

"No idea." He said bluntly, only to see Don-Wei's eyebrows lift. 

That wasn't good. 

"Young man?" Don-Wei said to Ike before Wan-Nu could stop him. 

Ike glared up at him, lowering the cellphone he'd taken out to mess with. "Yeah?" 

"Have you ever done modeling work?" 

The look on Ike's face as that question processed was absolutely comical. "I... what?" He asked, his mouth not quite working well enough to not slur the two simple words. 

Don-Wei leaned forward on his desk, chuckling quietly. "I need a model for some projects. Can you do as you are told without causing problems?" He asked without an ounce of nonsense to his words. Clearly, he wanted someone who wasn't going to be an idiot. 

Boy did Wan-Nu have something to say about that... but he bit his tongue. He knew that once Don-Wei decided on something, it was nearly impossible to change his mind. 

Ike's mouth opened and closed several times as everyone's attention, finally including Tay-Yun and Teller's, jumped back and forth between him and the CEO. 

"I... I can try to behave?" Ike said awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his head with a hand as his eyes flicked around the room nervously. 

Wan-Nu wanted to smack him. "He is a troublemaker, we can find someone else." He said, only to see Don-Wei shake his head. 

"I want an American, and it's hard to find younger ones that aren't already full of themselves or unwilling to stay in Korea long term." He said, making Wan-Nu nearly combust. 

"He is the definition of full of himself!" He said in a clipped tone, trying his best not to yell. 

Don-Wei leaned back again, eyeing him with his signature raised eyebrow. When his arms crossed over his chest, Wan-Nu felt his heart sink into his stomach. 

"You've been managing him decently well..." 

He saw what was coming. 

"No I haven't!" Wan-Nu replied, only to see Don-Wei lift his right hand, officially silencing him. 

"Teller, I want to sign you for some projects, too. We'll go into detail about that a bit later. Would you and Tay-Yun mind heading down to the cafeteria for an early lunch, on me?" He said. 

The two boys didn't need to be asked twice. They jumped up from their chairs. Tay-Yun grabbed Teller's hand and they were off, the door closing near-silently behind them. 

The traitors. 

"Now then, Wan-Nu, meet your new talent." Don-Wei said, nodding to Ike with a smile that leaked poison. 

"Welcome to our agency. Wan-Nu will be your manager while we see your skills and decide if you are what we are looking for. Please follow him to the office to get your badge. You may stay with Mimic at their home for the time being while we find accommodations for you." 

Ike seemed to have trouble speaking after that, so when a full minute had passed and he still looked like a fish out of water, Wan-Nu sighed and got up, grabbing his wrist to pull him out of the room. 

"I'll deal with him... and I hate you." He said back to Don-Wei before stalking out of the room with Ike. 

They both stepped into the elevator, which had thankfully been fixed, then stepped back as the doors closed and they headed upward. 

"Dude... did you just get a modeling deal with an actual agency?" Ike finally said, his eyes unfocused and wide. 

Wan-Nu was about to tell him that he had done no such thing, and actually had tried to break the deal, but when Ike jumped him with a tight hug that had him staggering back against the wall, his words died on his tongue. 

"I swear I'll behave from now on!" Ike nearly yelled, his words muffled by the fact that his mouth was pressed against Wan-Nu's shoulder. 

A quiet ring tone began to chime as the elevator doors slowly opened, but even though Wan-Nu knew it was one of his hopeful dates for the evening, since he'd asked for her to call him during the day to set up a time to meet, he couldn't find it in himself to unwrap Ike from the hug to answer it. 

He also wasn't sure when his arms had even reciprocated the gesture. 

"I must be going crazy." He mumbled as he moved one of his arms so that he could lead Ike from the elevator. 

"I don't know what you just said, but I fucking love you right now, grandpa." 

"Please shoot me. Anyone. Please." Wan-Nu nearly cried as they disappeared through the office door to get Ike set up as an official trial member of the company.