The soft pillow beneath his head felt the same, but as he snuggled into it, he felt the crisp, cool sheets of a bed beneath him instead of the fabric of the sofa he'd been lying on. 

Mumbling something he'd intended to sound like a curse, Teller forced his tired eyes open. The sound of the piano comfortably drifting through the air told him that he was definitely in Tay-Yun's room, again. 

Pushing himself up, Teller rubbed at his eyes until he could somewhat see in the large room. He looked down first, noting the familiar bed he was sitting on. He carried me in here... when? Why didn't I wake up? 

Granted, he'd passed out cold the moment his head had hit the pillow on the sofa, likely because of all of the stress of the past few days and a large meal in his stomach, but he didn't think that he was tired enough to sleep through someone carrying him. 

Yawning, he slid from the bed, only to lift his feet back up when they touched the chilly tile floor. Who tiles a bedroom? Oh, wait, this wasn't supposed to be a bedroom. Looking around, he noticed a pair of house slippers and decided to just borrow them. Tay-Yun wasn't in bed, so he clearly didn't need them yet, and he shouldn't cause any damage to them just walking downstairs. 

Slipping them on, he walked awkwardly toward the small staircase behind the minibar at the far end of the room. The shoes were too big, but at least they stayed on well enough to move in. 

Shuffling to the stairs, Teller crouched down and lowered his head to look below. Unsurprisingly, Tay-Yun was sitting at the piano, a pencil between his lips as he played a portion of a song Teller hadn't heard before. When he went through a small part, he reached forward and made a few marks on the paper before him, then tried again. 

Smiling, Teller got himself situated on his belly, his shirt taking away some of the cold bite of the tile, and crossed his arms near the opening so that he could rest his chin on them and still just-barely see Tay-Yun. He started, then stopped playing quicker than before, and made another correction. Teller could hear several notes that weren't quite to his liking, but he decided to just relax and watch for a bit. Besides, it was Tay-Yun's song. The only person who had to like, in all honesty, was him. 

"You're going to get sick if you sleep there." 

Blinking, Teller pushed himself up, confused. "Why didn't you just come down?" Tay-Yun asked from the bottom of the stairs. The words went over his fuzzy mind, making the guy sigh and switch to English. "Why not come down?" 

"Oh." Teller replied, but didn't move as he covered a yawn. 

He heard Tay-Yun moving below and opened his eyes back up to see him return to his seat at the piano. Considering his options, Teller decided to just go down since he had already been discovered. 

The stairs weren't as easy to walk down as before. Each step and turn made the house shoes slip on his feet, making him have to grab the middle support pillar more than a few times. By the time he got about three-fourths of the way down, he was considering just jumping the rest of the way... or taking the shoes off and freezing his feet for a few seconds. 

Neither situation occurred, however, because Tay-Yun was suddenly there, nudging him to sit down before he leaned down and slipped the shoes off his feet. "You are going to give me heart attack." He said in slightly broken English as he tossed the shoes down the rest of the way, then slipped one of his sneakers from his feet. 

He quickly slid it on Teller's foot, then tied it tight enough to keep it secured. While he worked on the second shoe, Teller quietly watched him, noting that he'd definitely had a shower, as his hair was no longer styled but laid a bit messily against his head. He'd also changed into more comfortable clothing. A loose grey T-shirt and a pair of checkered pajama pants.

"There." Tay-Yun said, snapping Teller back to their current situation. 

Standing up after Tay-Yun backed down the few remaining stairs and slipped on the house shoes, Teller carefully followed. The tennis shoes were much easier to walk in and he hurried to thank him before stopping next to the piano bench, where Tay-Yun returned to. 

Where should I go? 

He hadn't thought very far ahead. He looked around for a chair, only to hear the sound of the piano bench being tapped. Turning, he looked down as Tay-Yun moved his hand from the bench and reached forward to grab the sheet of paper in front of him, only to nod back to the spot next to him. "Sit." 

Hesitating for only a moment, Teller nodded and awkwardly sat at the edge of the bench. The piano, itself, was intimidating, but sitting next to one of the people he admired was even more so. 

"What do you think?" Tay-Yun asked as he handed over the piece of paper he'd been marking up earlier. 

Teller took it, but frowned when he noticed that it was all musical notes and not a single words was on the page. It looked like he'd made quite a lot of fixes to the piece, but Teller knew that he'd be useless when it came to what was on the paper, so he offered it back. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to read that." 

He'd wanted to learn, but while he had a great memory and seemed to get the hang of things pretty easily if he practiced, he just hadn't been able to teach himself how to read the notes. 

"You don't? But you played the piano very well the other night." Tay-Yun said, making Teller shift a little on the padded bench. 

"I never learned... I just heard you playing that song in the sound room, so I tried to copy it." He said, shrugging his shoulders nervously. 

Silence took over for a few moments before Tay-Yun pulled out his phone and hooked it up to a tiny speaker that was sitting on top of the piano. He pressed a few buttons, then the sound of the song from the other night began playing. 

"Can copy it again?" He asked as he scooted over, then tapped the spot he'd just vacated. 

Teller slowly scooted over. Without thinking, his mind was already going over the song, filling in any parts he had forgotten since hearing it last. Wait. This is the version that I'd done... 

Unable to hide a smile, he closed his eyes and focused on each note and the order they were being played in. The song repeated two more times before he lifted his hands to the piano. Blocking it out for a moment, he pressed each key, from left to right, then did it again before settling his hands in the middle. 

The first few tries came out off, but soon he found his rhythm. Nodding his head as he went, he slowly began to mimic each stanza of the song, until the entire thing was being played fluidly. 

When he started it again, Tay-Yun leaned over slightly, reaching his foot over to the peddles that Teller had no idea how to use. The first time Tay-Yun stepped on one, to extend the sound of a set of keys he'd just hit, Teller stumbled a bit, but he quickly picked right back up where he'd made the mistake. 

Soon, they were both going through the song with him using the keys and Tay-Yun working the peddle. He was having an absolute blast. 

"Okay. Take a break." Tay-Yun finally said after they'd played it three times together in perfect unison. 

Chuckling quietly, Teller leaned back on his hands and smiled up at Tay-Yun. "I really like that song." He said, earning a small smile from Tay-Yun before he was nudged over a bit so that Tay-Yun could sit in the middle. 

"Listen for me." He said as he began playing what he had written on the paper he'd placed on the piano. 

The song was quite different, but it, too, was very good. There are notes I want to change... He held back saying that as Tay-Yun played the song two more times, then finally moved his hands from the keys and looked at him. 

Does he want me to comment on it? 

"Um, I like the song." Teller said, looking down at his hands for a second before glancing back up at Tay-Yun, then back down. His mind was already going over the fixes he could do to it, but he felt bad about it. It was Tay-Yun's song, he should be the one to decide what was good and what needed changed. 

The sound of a wrapper of some sort drew his attention back up, only to see the bag they'd gotten from the restaurant to take home the last hotteok. "Eat." Tay-Yun said, dropping the bag into Teller's hands the moment he lifted them to take it. 

"You're sure you don't want any?" Teller asked as he took the pastry from the bag. 

Tay-Yun eyed it for a moment, but when he lifted his hand toward it, he just grabbed Teller's wrist and raised it until he was forced to take a bite. "No. You eat it." 

I really want to know why he won't eat them anymore, but it's not really my place to ask. He did usually have some type of candy or sweet when he was being interviewed a while ago. I wonder what changed. 

Teller slowly worked on the dessert as Tay-Yun replayed his song, erasing and adding a new note on the page he had in front of him after getting halfway through it. He then went back to playing, only to stop around the same area, and replace another note. 

He's close, but he's still putting in notes that don't really match the pattern he seems to want. Teller thought as he took a big bite of the pastry, unintentionally dropping a piece. 

His free hand shot out to catch it before it hit the bench, but Tay-Yun managed to grab it first. "Don't get food on the bench." He said as he lifted the piece to Teller's lips. When he opened them just a slight amount, Tay-Yun nudged the bread inside, then brought his fingers to his own mouth to lick the sugar from them before returning them to the piano. 

Teller hurried to finish up his treat, wanting to keep anymore awkward situations from happening. His face was burning as he swallowed the last piece, then turned his attention completely back to the song after tossing the bag in a small trashcan off to the side. He listened to Tay-Yun play it two more times before he scooted away and patted the seat he'd vacated again. 

"Try this one." 

Nodding, Teller scooted into the spot Tay-Yun had given up and lifted his hands to the piano. It took him a few more tries to get the hang of the melody on the newer song, but soon he had it down. Without really thinking about it, he also started making changes to the notes that had bothered him before. 

"Why are you changing that there?" Tay-Yun asked after Teller played through the third change he'd made. 

His hands froze on the piano, then he jerked them away, nervously looking down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to change it." He hurried to said. 

Seeing Tay-Yun shaking his head from the corner of his eye made Teller's stomach feel strange, but when the guy just gave him a bright smile and reached over, rubbing his hair softly, he felt even more uneasy. 

"Is okay. I just wanted to know why you thought that note was better." Tay-Yun said, making Teller relax a little. 

"Oh. I, well, with the beat it has and the pitch... it didn't seem to fit." He said, making Tay-Yun draw a hand up to his chin, clearly thinking over what he'd said. 

"I wanted that note, but I think the pitch is off at that spot, but I can't bring myself to move it higher." He said, nodding to the far right side of the keyboard, where the notes grew higher in pitch. 

"Well, what about lower?" Teller wondered out loud as he reached forward and played the stanza with the notes they'd been focusing on, reaching down to the deeper sounding keys when the problem area came up. 

It didn't sound quite right. He played it again, moving the note he'd originally switched with another, but that, too, didn't quite sound right either. 

"Hmm." 

Looking under the piano, Teller reached forward with his foot and tapped the pedal. When it did nothing, he played a small stanza of notes while holding it down. The extending affect of the pedal drew a smile along his lips. The loud sound of a sudden clap made Teller jump, only to be hugged a moment later. 

"Not a bad idea kid!" Tay-Yun said as he leaned forward and hurried to write down a note on the paper he'd been editing the song on. 

Tay-Yun took over after that as he continued to work on the next part of the song. There were more things Teller would change, but he decided to get up and go rest on the couch while Tay-Yun worked on his piece. The man was good at what he did, and caught a lot of his mistakes quickly. 

It was actually really enjoyable listening to music being created. Teller relaxed into the sofa as the time passed, falling asleep somewhere around three in the morning. 

The feeling of being carried did wake him this time, as Tay-Yun easily lifted him into his arms. He shifted until he was let down, but took a moment to regain his balance. His eyes refused to focus much, but when Tay-Yun gestured for him to follow him back upstairs, Teller made his feet move. It didn't help that Tay-Yun had turned all of the lights off except for the one hanging above the emergency exit by the large double doors, leaving little light to navigate, especially if your eyes didn't want to let you wake up. 

"You are going to end up on your face." Tay-Yun said as he walked back over and took Teller's hand. 

With the added support, Teller managed to make his way back upstairs. He dropped down onto the edge of the bed and slowly began to fiddle with the laces on Tay-Yun's shoes to get them off, only to have his hands gently pushed away. Tay-Yun made short work of both shoes, then nudged Teller over until he fell near the middle of the bed, allowing Tay-Yun enough room to climb in and get beneath the covers. 

"Thank you, by the way." 

Having been distracted by the rustling covers as he got himself beneath them, Teller scooted closer and leaned in. "Huh? I couldn't hear you." 

Rolling over, Tay-Yun opened his mouth to speak again, only to close it when their noses brushed against each other. 

Unsure of what to do, Teller remained silent and slowly retreated. Tay-Yun copied him in reverse until their backs were too each other in the darkness. He didn't sleep well that night, though he wasn't sure why.