(Why is this song so addicting?!)

Teller envied Sahn-Re's energy as the guy sang song after song. He began with En-Ti, but after about ten songs he hopped off stage, joining them to take a break and get a drink. 

Sahn-Re wasn't left alone for more than one song, however, as the place had filled up and there were quite a few fans that were courageous enough to stand on the stage beside him... a few, though, seemed to have some extra liquid courage. 

All in all, though, Teller was actually having a lot of fun. He didn't have much to say, as the conversations going on around him were in Korean and he wasn't that great at focusing in loud areas, so he couldn't pick up on what was being said nearly well enough to understand more than a few sentences here and there, but the atmosphere alone was just what he'd needed. 

A gentle touch to his shoulder drew his attention away from the stage and up to a face he had hoped not to see for at least a few more hours. 

"Ike..."

He looked tired, which was a surprise since he tended to be the last one up every day. Teller slid from his chair, lifting his arms slightly to be ready in case he decided to try something. Tay-Yun was standing beside him a second later, then En-Ti slipped into the space on his other side, closest to the bar they'd all been sitting at. 

"If it isn't fake Mimic." Tay-Yun stated, getting straight to the point. 

Ike flinched, looking around to see if anyone reacted before narrowing his eyes on Tay-Yun. "You're the guy I talked to on the phone... but seriously, keep quiet. I heard you guys go here often and knew you had him, so I figured I'd come here first and bring him back before our manager found him." He hissed, reaching for Teller, only to be blocked as Tay-Yun stepped partially in front of him. 

"You really think that we're going to let you take him back?" He said in Korean, drawing a frustrated glare from Ike. 

"Dude, I don't know a damn word of your stupid language, so-"

"Hey guys, what are you doing?" Sahn-Re asked as he jumped into the spot next to Tay-Yun, only to realize who was standing in front of them. "Hey! You better stay away from him!" He all-but-yelled, putting his fists up. 

"I didn't come here to fight you guys." Ike sighed, stifling a yawn behind his hand. 

"Then leave." En-Ti said, stepping up to stand beside Tay-Yun, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned slightly against the bar. 

"I can't. Guys, if I go back and our manager finds out that I knew where he was..." 

Peaking around Tay-Yun, Teller frowned at the look on Ike's face. He didn't hurt him, did he? Glancing at him from head to toe, he couldn't see any noticeable signs of being injured. Teller didn't like him, at all, but he never wished for other people to be hurt. 

"Come and try to take him, then. You'll learn your lesson fast." Sahn-Re growled, surprising even Tay-Yun, considering the way he looked at him with widened eyes. 

While he wasn't one to start things with other people, at least when they weren't in his favor, Ike seemed about ready to try and fight, if only to save himself from a possible beating from Mr. Canzoni. Not wanting Ello to be caused any trouble for helping him, and because he really did need to go back, Teller stepped around Tay-Yun and put himself between them, turning his back to Ike with his arms hesitantly out to the side. 

"I'm sorry, but I do have to go back." He said, trying to keep his worry from his voice. Thankfully, the music was loud enough to hopefully drown out any that slipped through. 

None of the boys looked happy with his decision, and when Tay-Yun lifted his hand and gestured to someone he couldn't see, Teller felt his stomach twist nervously. 

"What's up, Tay-Yun?" Wan-Nu asked as he pushed his way through the crowd. He followed Tay-Yun's nod toward Ike, frowning when he recognized the man. 

"You aren't leaving with him." 

Teller moved his hands to Wan-Nu's chest as the man started forward, keeping him from getting too close to Ike. 

"I need to go back. I need to do my job." He said, making himself stand tall, even when Ike wrapped an arm around his shoulders that squeezed a little too tightly against his neck. 

Teller watched as the group before him leaned closer together, Tay-Yun keeping an eye on him while the rest turned their heads to quickly talk. When they all turned back to face him and Ike, Teller knew that something was up. 

Wan-Nu was the one to speak, his frustration clear in the tone of his words. "You can take him back, but Tay-Yun will be coming with you." 

He doesn't look happy about that decision in the least. 

"Hell no. Teller's old enough to make his decisions on his own, and he said that he is going back, not him and that guy." Ike growled, removing his arm from around Teller's neck to point at Tay-Yun. 

"True, it is his decision." En-Ti replied, turning his attention to Teller as the rest of the group did the same. None of them looked happy, but Sahn-Re, in particular, looked like he wanted to have a boxing match right then and there. 

The stress of the entire situation made Teller drop his head, shaking it slowly side to side on a sigh. When he lifted it again, everyone seemed a little more calm, but the tension was still in the air, even with the excited atmosphere surrounding them. 

"En-Ti's right." He finally said, his words almost too quiet to hear over the older man up on the stage belting out a Maria Carry song that made Teller's ears ache.  

He met each of the band member's gazes before looking over his shoulder at Ike's glare. It was a simple decision, once he thought about it. Grinning up at Ike, he turned his attention back to Ello, and specifically, Tay-Yun. 

"I'd be happy to accept your company, if you wouldn't mind, Tay-Yun." 

He didn't look happy, himself, but he did nod. Sahn-Re appeared like he'd rather be the one that went, but Teller could kind of understand why Wan-Nu would pick Tay-Yun instead. He looked like he could handle himself in a fight much better. Not saying that Sahn-Re couldn't, but he was smaller and honestly, Teller didn't want to put the sweet guy through what he might see back at the hotel. 

"I don't want to take him." Ike grumbled, wrapping his arm back around Teller's neck, only for it to be removed and tossed down to his side by Tay-Yun. "And I don't want to go with you, but it seems that we both have to deal with our situations. If you want him, you're also getting me." 

The chime of a cell phone drew Teller, Tay-Yun, and Ike's attention down to Ike's phone as he pulled it from his pocket to check the message. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hissed in a breath, then blew it out as he he hurried to respond to whatever was written. When he was done, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and grabbed for him, only to be swatted away by Tay-Yun again. 

"He can walk on his own." He said, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge Ike to try and grab him again. 

When he just scowled and turned on his heels to stalk out, Teller chuckled, only realizing at that moment that Tay-Yun's chest was pressed right up against his back. Awkwardly, he stepped forward, then looked over his shoulder to nod toward the group, mouthing a mute thank you before hurrying after Ike. 

Tay-Yun was right on his heels as they exited the building. When he went to get into the car Ike had clearly rented, Tay-Yun held him back, sliding in first, before gesturing for him to get inside. 

"He looked like he was going to drive away the second you sat down and not give me a chance to get in." He said, making Teller's mouth go dry as he buckled himself in, feeling as if his body was moving in slow motion. 

He'd been hesitant to accept Tay-Yun's help, but now he knew that he had made the right decision. It took them almost no time to get to the hotel, though his legs were stiff when he slid out of the car, aching as if they remembered that they were walking into a trap. 

Ike grabbed his wrist and began rushing him inside. He could hear Tay-Yun running after him, but he didn't catch up until the elevator was nearly close on him. 

"You are seriously getting annoying." Ike hissed at him, earning an overly-excited smile from Tay-Yun. 

"I aim to please." 

Ike growled. "Fucking English!" 

Teller bit back a snicker, but Tay-Yun seemed to notice anyway, because he quirked an eyebrow at him before turning to lean against the side wall, allowing him to see both of them easily, and whoever came inside. 

The second the door opened, an arm reached inside, grabbing Teller's shirt and yanking him out in a blur. He saw the punch coming, but could only wince in anticipation. 

When it didn't happen, Teller blinked his eyes open. He expected to see Tay-Yun having blocked the attack, but to his surprise, it was Ike who had caught Mr. Canzoni's first. His manager looked about ready to blow a fuse, but when Tay-Yun stepped off the elevator and stopped right next to him and Ike, his face immediately went from dark red to bleach white.

"You're... that guy." He stuttered, slowly lowering his hand as Ike released it. 

Tay-Yun bowed his head, offering a sadistic grin. "Hello, asshole, my name is Tay-Yun." He said in Korean, then added. "Nice to meet you." His head tilted slightly as he inspected Mr. Canzoni. His grin stretched as he leaned forward. "Those sunglasses... where did you find them?" 

If it was possible, Mr. Canzoni's face got even more white as his eyes slowly moved to meet Teller's behind his borrowed glasses. The silent question was there, and Teller had to bite back a smirk as he gave a hesitant nod. 

"Oh, Just... on the ground... right outside the hotel." Mr. Canzoni hurried to say as he yanked them off, then set them in Tay-Yun's waiting hand. 

"Thank you." Tay-Yun said as he slipped the glasses into his jacket pocket. 

Mr. Canzoni gave a stiff nod, then started walking toward their hotel room. Teller hesitantly followed behind Ike, checking several times that Tay-Yun was still walking with him. When they got to the hotel room, Mr. Canzoni was standing in the doorway, so Teller hit the breaks, not trusting the man to not close the door on Tay-Yun once he stepped across the threshold. 

"Thank you for bringing him back. You now have your glasses, so have a good rest of your day." Mr. Canzoni said as he reached forward, grabbing Tay-Yun's arm as he swung it in front of Teller. 

His manager immediately let go, seeming even more nervous. "He needs to come inside." 

"Okay. I will come too." Tay-Yun said, adding in a bit of an accent just for fun as he smiled. 

Mr. Canzoni sent a glare to Teller before smiling at Tay-Yun and gesturing for him to enter. "Of course." He said, closing the door once they were all inside. 

Tay-Yun saw the small blanket on the sofa and frowned, then turned his attention back to Teller right as Mr. Canzoni grabbed him and began dragging him down a hall toward a back room. 

"Hey!" He yelled right as two other guys appeared from two other rooms to block his path. 

The shorter of the two stole his attention immediately as he crossed his arms over his chest. "That's mine." Tay-Yun said, his eyes narrowing on the guy as he took a step closer. 

"Yours? I don't see your name on it." The guy said, making Tay-Yun's lips quirk up into a grin. 

"Look harder." He stated as he pointed to the back of his own shirt, where the tag would have been if he hadn't cut it off long ago. 

Both young men looked at each other, then the shorter one slowly shrugged off the jacket, then both of them stared at the worn tag on the collar. "I can't read it..." The shorter guy said, making Tay-Yun chuckle as he reached forward and pointed at the faded Korean words. 

"To my boyfriend, my love. Tay-Yun." He said, his smile fading as he spoke. 

The guy seemed conflicted, but then his eyes widened as he pointed at Tay-Yun with his free hand. "Wait. You said Tay-Yun?" 

Tay-Yun nodded slowly, earning worried looks from both guys as Ike walked over to them and grabbed the jacket, handing it over to him. "He's from Ello, and this is his jacket. Just let him have it back." 

Neither of the two men argued as Tay-Yun took his jacket and draped it over his shoulder. He was about to thank them for returning it, as was appropriate since he hadn't had to fight for it or get anyone else involved, when he heard the sound of something hitting a wall down the hallway. 

Ike tried to step in front of him, but Tay-Yun didn't give him the chance. He shoved through the other two in the hallway and ran down to the last door on the right. It was locked, but that was no surprise. Instead of hesitating, he stepped back, then slammed his foot against the door, easily breaking the lock. 

The door swung in, slamming against the wall, clearly startling Teller's manager where he stood over Teller, who was slumped against the wall to the left, his arms up to clearly try and shield himself. 

"It's not what it looks like." Mr. Canzoni said as he reached down, likely to jerk Teller back to his feet, but Tay-Yun stepped in and grabbed Teller's arm before he could, pulling him up and out of Mr. Canzoni's reach. 

Turning him around slowly, he settled one hand gently on his shoulder, then used the other to lift his head until he could see the small split on the edge of his lip that hadn't been there before. A thin line of blood was slowly running from the injury down Teller's chin. 

Without waiting, he pulled Teller from the room and pushed Ike, who was trying to stop him, right into the two others behind him as he hurried to get himself and Teller in the bathroom. 

When he heard the handle begin to turn, Tay-Yun shoved the door and clicked the lock, earning a kick to the other side of it that startled Teller enough to jump forward... right into his arms. Tay-Yun froze, unsure what to do with the situation. 

He knew one thing, however, was that Sahn-Re and Wan-Nu wouldn't forgive him for leaving Teller there, even though he already got back both of his stolen items. 

"You're not staying here. You shouldn't have come back." He said, pulling out his phone and pushing a speed dial number before lifting it to his ear as another loud slam rocked the bathroom door. 

He pulled Teller closer as he stepped back, putting some distance between them and the door in case they managed to kick it in. "Hello? Yes, please come pick us up at room 401! Yes, thanks!" Tay-Yun said loudly enough to easily be heard outside of the bathroom. 

Several curses could be heard from outside of the bathroom, then the sound of stomping feet before the front door was slammed. They remained exactly where they stood until a loud knock sounded on the door some twenty minutes later. The second he heard it, Tay-Yun released Teller and took his hand, pulling him quickly out of the bathroom and straight for the door. 

Thankfully, everyone else seemed to have left earlier, making a wave of relief flood Teller's body. Stopping in front of the door, Tay-Yun peaked through the peephole before yanking the door open. 

Sahn-Re was the first one inside and immediately jumped Teller, nearly knocking him down as he checked him, from head to toe, in a blur. 

"I'm okay." Teller said to get the guy to calm down, but it only earned him a scowl, which looked completely out of place on the handsome young man's face. 

"Don't you go telling me that you're okay! You weren't gone more than an hour and you're already bleeding!" Sahn-Re said as he walked around Teller, tugging at his silver hair, as if that might calm him down. "I can't believe those people think that they can treat you like that." 

En-Ti stepped forward, setting a hand on Sahn-Re's shoulder to stop him. "You're making me dizzy. Calm down. We tried to give them the benefit of the doubt with Tay-Yun accompanying him, but clearly, it didn't work." 

Teller frowned, only catching half of what En-Ti had said. 

"Teller?" He said as he walked toward the sofa. 

Turning to follow him with his eyes, Teller pursed his lips and replied. "Yes?" 

"Pack up your things." En-Ti stated, his tone brooking no argument. 

Frowning, but finding no energy left to argue, Teller nodded. He wasn't sure exactly what he was going to do about his job, because he did desperately need the money. 

"I need help with finishing up that song you started working on earlier." Tay-Yun said as he walked over while Teller was shoving his few belongings into his small luggage bag. 

His words drew his attention up to him. At first, he was confused, but then he realized that the only possible time he could have done anything with one of Tay-Yun's songs would have been when he'd sneaked down to play the piano. 

"I'm sorry I touched your piano without asking!" He said, worried that Tay-Yun would be mad, even though he didn't seem so. 

Wan-Nu walked over, taking his bag with one hand while ruffling his hair with the other. "He's not mad. He wants you to help him out... and I think that it's a great idea. Considering what you've already done, I believe he already owes you a bit, right, Tay-Yun?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at the other man as he grinned. 

Rolling his eyes, Tay-Yun walked over, taking the bag from Wan-Nu before looking over his shoulder at Teller. "Hurry up." 

Wan-Nu shook his head, but Teller couldn't help but give a tired laugh as he hurried out of the room, his new friends following and surrounding him like the shield he'd secretly dreamed of having since Mr. Canzoni had thrown the first punch months ago.