Forgive me for this. 

Jumping forward, Teller jammed his foot down onto Sahn-Re's shoe, making the young man release him abruptly with a yell. He didn't hesitate before he was off running. The sound of footsteps behind him didn't help him move much faster, though, mainly because he was really feeling the jet lag now and after having stared at the computer screen for hours, his headache was humming back to life. 

Thank god they gave me large bills or money would be falling out of my pocket. Now IJust need to get there. A little further. 

The sound of girly teenage squeals spurred him on until he came to a skidding halt in front of the high school, desperately needing to catch his breath. The sidewalk swayed before his eyes, but he managed to stagger and stay on his feet... right before he felt San-Re hit him from behind. His arms wrapped around his front, forcing Teller back against the man's quickly rising and falling chest. 

"You're a fast kid." Sahn-Re panted beside his ear, making Teller squirm. "Okay. Let us try again." He said in a slightly less accented English than Tay-Yun had used. "Hello, my name is Jun Sahn-Re. What is yours?" 

Teller squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head, determined not to speak. He'd hoped that the large man from before was still lurking about and could help him, but when he didn't come, Teller's stomach twisted into a worried knot. 

"Guess I'll just-"

"Oh my gosh. Is that...?" Came a whispered voice from Teller's left. 

He felt Sahn-Re's arms loosen slightly and his body turn a little, as if he were looking in the same direction the voice had come from. "Oh no." Before Teller could consider what he meant, they were surrounded by squealing fan girls. At first, he was terrified by the sudden swarm of females, but when he realized that Sahn-Re's grip was loosening even more with each question about who Teller was and what they was doing in front of the school, and why he was embracing her, he knew that it was his chance.  

Stomping on the singer's foot, again, he tried to dart off through the crowd when Sahn-Re's arms dropped from the pain of the hit, but the guy was faster than he'd expected in the claustrophobic space. His hand snagged Teller's left wrist and yanked him right back next to him. 

"We aren't done talking." He said quickly before changing his expression to that of an enthusiastic star being greeted by his fans. Teller tried to hide his face as the crowd grew in size, but each way he turned there were cell phones being shoved in his personal space, trying to get a picture of Sahn-Re's girlfriend. 

His heart thundered painfully in his ears and against his rib cage as time seemed to slow down, making his headache spin the sidewalk once more. Teller honestly thought that he was about to hit the ground when he felt Sahn-Re's grip on his arm disappear, only for two hands to grab him by the shoulders and spin him around. One slid down to his back while the other gently pressed his face into Sahn-Re's chest. 

"Let's not crowd my friend, please. She's not used to so many people." He said with a warm, yet slightly-chiding tone. 

Teller felt the press of bodies retract a bit, but as the shouted questions continued, he could feel the situation returning quickly, and after a few minutes, it was getting worse. He barely felt his phone vibrating in his pocket a moment later, followed by the ring tone that told him that he was likely dead when he got back to the hotel. He couldn't even pick it up and try to lie, either, because there were just too many people around him and the noise alone would make it impossible to converse. 

He felt Sahn-Re's hand press against his hair and his chest shift slightly a few times, likely trying to look over the sea of high schoolers. It didn't occur to Teller that he was actually crying against his shirt until he felt Sahn-Re's hand on his head turn gentle, removing the pressure that came with the tension of the situation. 

"Hold on." He whispered against Teller's ear before abruptly scooping him up and shoving through the crowd. 

Teller tucked his face into the crook of Sahn-Re's neck as his arms wrapped around his neck. It felt like it took forever to be free of the crush of people, and not a second after fresh air hit him, they were lunging into a cab. Teller's grip slipped when they landed and he dropped across the back seat as Sahn-Re swung back around and slammed the door shut, shouting for the owner to drive. 

After a few minutes of silence where they caught their breath, Sahn-Re gave the driver the address Teller knew was scrawled on his inner arm. 

I can't go there.

Teller couldn't get his body to respond, though. He knew that he had to get up and get the man to pull over and let him out, but all he could manage was to lift his arms and cross them over his eyes as his body shook from the stress and adrenaline. 

"Hey, Tay-Yun?" 

There was silence for a moment as Teller put together what was going on and that Sahn-Re was on the phone with Tay-Yun at that moment. 

"Yeah, I actually found the girl we ran into at the airport." 

Another bit of silence, then a small laugh.

"Evidently he was a she. Either way, we got mobbed by fans in from of Daishi High. She's really shaken up, so please keep your cool for a bit."

Teller slowly pushed himself up on the seat, then moved to the opposite side from where Sahn-Re was sitting, watching him as he listened to Tay-Yun speak. 

"She doesn't. I'm not sure where they are." 

He sighed, pushing a strand of hair back behind his ear. 

"Yes, I know. We'll figure it out, but just let her calm down first, okay?" 

He hung up right after that, so Tay-Yun had probably not wanted to hear anymore. 

I hope his attitude isn't as bad as some of the tabloids had said. He always seemed so nice, but then again, Ike and the rest of the band did too, until I learned their real personalities. 

The cab stopped a few moments later, drawing his attention outside to a large building. The front half was mainly a beige wall, with a tall black spiked fence around the other half. A gate stood in the middle of both structures, an electric keypad beside it.

"Come on." Sahn-Re said as he handed the driver money, then grabbed Teller's wrist to tug him from the car. 

Honestly, Teller would rather have stayed in the taxi, but the moment his feet touched the pavement outside, the car took off. So much for a possible escape. He returned his gaze to the large building in front of him as he was lead up to the gate and Sahn-Re punched in a code. 

Well. Even if Tay-Yun is mean about me not having his things, it'll probably be better than returning to the hotel. Probably. 

It hurt to think that one of his idols was going to be angry with him, but there was nothing he could do as he trudged up the stairs in front of Sahn-Re. No doubt he thought that he might try to run off so he was walking behind him, but Teller was at the end of his energy reserves. There would be no running for a while. Sleeping, however, sounded amazing. 

Before they even got to the top of the staircase he could see Tay-Yun standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a dark red long sleeved shirt and black slacks. He looks so different without his jacket. Or really, Teller had almost never seen him in a photo without it. 

"Where did you find her?" Tay-Yun asked as he stepped aside to let them in.

Teller's fingers felt like they were being poked with pins and needles as he slowly followed Sahn-Re down a few small stairs into a den area as he replied, "Arcade". 

A large screen television was fastened against the wall with a surround system that would have made Ike drool a river. The walls were painted a soft, slightly dark blue, while the hallways Teller could see were a cream. He wouldn't have been surprised if each room had a different color scheme. 

He was just about to drop down onto the white sofa and, hopefully, pass out before questioning could start, when his phone began to ring. The tone told him that it was his grandmother, but he hesitated in answering it. Tay-Yun and Sahn-Re were both watching with raised eyebrows, and Sahn-Re even had a grin on his face. 

Right before the call could go to voicemail he jerked it from his pocket and accepted it, then raised the device to his ear. 

"Hello dear. I'm sorry for calling again, but your dear friend Mr. Canzoni contacted me to try and figure out where you are. He's dreadfully worried about you." Her words ended on a cough, and Teller could only imagine how late it was right then. 

Or early. How dare he call her. 

Looking over his shoulder at the two boys, Teller ground his teeth together and pointed at them both, then mouthed the words Stay right there, before darting off down the hall. He could hear them following after him not a second later, with one actually giving a quiet laugh, but thankfully he made it inside of the bathroom he found down the hall and managed to lock it before they could slip inside. 

Immediately, he ran over to the shower and turned it on full, then the sink, and finally, the exhaust fan. It was loud, but that also meant that they wouldn't be able to hear him very well. Crouching down near the shower, he finally replied. 

"I'm sorry, grandma. I forgot to tell him where I went but I'll be heading back soon. Please put your phone on silent and get some rest." 

A loud bang rang out as one of the boys kicked the door, then shouted for him to open it. 

Of course I'll open it right away, because the exhausted little pig obviously doesn't think that the angry wolf outside the door is anything but friendly. You aren't getting a bite out of this bacon until it's done on the darn phone. 

"What was that noise? Is everything alright, Tel? It's actually quite loud where you are." His grandmother asked, making Teller stifle a sigh as his body hunched against the porcelain bathtub. "Yes, someone just tripped and hit a door with their foot and I'm standing in the bathroom with some water running, I'm going to go help him. Please, turn off your phone for me, okay? I promise that I'm fine." 

There was a short pause before his grandmother replied with a sleepy tone. "Alright, sweetheart. Call me when you have some free time, but don't go out of your way. Enjoy your time there." 

"I will, grandma. I love you." He replied, earning an "I love you, too." back, before his grandmother hung up. 

Covering his mouth on a yawn, Teller got to his feet. It took him a moment to get his balance before turning and shutting off the shower. Once that was done, he walked over to the wall and turned off the exhaust fan, but instead of turning off the water coming from the faucet, he pocketed his phone and reached down. It was cold, chasing away the numbness he felt pricking at his fingertips as he cupped his hands beneath the water flow, then leaned down to splash it over his face. 

 It got rid of some of his fatigue, but increased his headache. Deciding that doing it again wouldn't be beneficial, Teller straightened and grabbed a towel hanging on the wall to dry his face. Instead of glancing in the mirror again, he turned off the water and turned toward the door, determined to face the two boys he knew were waiting for him on the other side. 

Swallowing down his nerves, he turned the lock. The door flew open, giving him just enough time to stumble backward before the front of his shirt was grabbed and he was dragged out into the hall. Sahn-Re had his hands on Tay-Yun's when they stopped moving, seemingly trying to calm him a little, though it didn't seem to be helping too much. 

"Where are they?" Tay-Yun asked with narrowed eyes. 

At the hotel, most likely. 

Teller shrugged and looked down, only for one of Tay-Yun's hands to release his shirt and grab his shin, jerking it up. "Did you sell them?" He asked. 

Finally something I can technically answer. 

Pursing his lips, Teller shook his head quickly. 

Sahn-Re and Tay-Yun looked at each other, then back to him, as if they couldn't believe that they had actually gotten an answer, even if it wasn't spoken. Tay-Yun blew out a breath and seemed to be thinking, before he spoke again. "Still have them?" 

Reluctantly, Teller slowly shook his head. 

He could see anger flare in Tay-Yun's eyes, but when the front door opened and two sets of footsteps could be heard coming closer, Teller was released and Tay-Yun stepped aside so that they could all see who was coming. 

Their manager and the last member of Ello, Tan En-Ti. They were both wearing big grins until they saw the predicament they had walked in on. 

"What's going on?" Their manager asked as he paced forward, putting himself between Teller and the rest of the group. 

"She's the kid we told you about, Wan-Nu. The one we met at the airport."  Sahn-Re said as he leaned back against the wall with a small smile. En-Ti joined him, but seemed to be indifferent about the situation at the moment. Probably because he didn't know what was going on yet. 

Tay-Yun wasn't smiling. His face held a scowl, his eyes refusing to leave Teller's as he replied. "She won't speak." 

Their manager turned to him, a hint of surprise in his expression before he offered a reassuring smile. "You look very tired." He said with the heaviest accent Teller had heard so far. It took him a minute to actually figure out what the man had said before giving a hesitant nod. 

Gesturing for him to follow, their manager headed toward the kitchen. Unsure what he should do, but knowing that if he stayed around Tay-Yun, it might end up being bad for his health, he hurried after Wan-Nu. 

Stepping down into the kitchen area, Teller was surprised to see that it almost looked unused. Do they not cook in here at all? As if to answer his question, En-Ti called out that he was going to order food and to tell him what they wanted. 

The idea of eating didn't sit well with him, so when Wan-Nu asked if he wanted anything, he quickly shook his head. The man didn't look happy with his decision, and ordered a large portion of what he wanted, possibly with the intention of sharing, but Teller knew that food wouldn't help him once he got back to the hotel. It would just be something to throw up after he got hit. 

"You don't look good. Come, sit." He said after taking something down from a cabinet and taking Teller's arm gently. The moment he dropped onto the sofa Teller heaved out an exhausted sigh. 

"Here." Wan-Nu said, offering up a small tube of what looked like medicine. 

Teller took the tube and eyed the words on it, reading them quickly before looking back up at the man with a questioning glance. "Eye." He said, gesturing toward his own with a frown. 

Ah. Right. My black eye. I washed the make up off. 

Bowing his head slightly, Teller squeezed a bit of the medicine onto his fingers, then gently began rubbing it on his damaged eye. It was cold at first, but slowly began to warm the area until it was blissfully numb. He capped the medicine when he was done, then handed it back to Wan-Nu. 

When he got up to return it to the kitchen, Tay-Yun dropped down onto the sofa on Teller's other side. "Phone." He asked as Teller turned to face him, reaching out his hand, palm up, to receive the device. 

I don't think so. 

Shaking his head, Teller crossed his arms over his chest, then yawned. He knew that Tay-Yun wouldn't dare try to get into his back pocket and retrieve the phone himself. Even if he knew that he was a boy, it was highly unlikely to happen. So, when he sighed in frustration and retracted his hand, Teller grinned triumphantly... until Tay-Yun grabbed his wrist and turned his hand palm up, then dropped his own phone into it after unlocking the screen. 

"Answer me." He said as he pointed down at the phone with his free hand, then released Teller's wrist so that he could type on the texting screen that was open. 

Oh. Wow, can't believe I didn't think of doing that. 

Looking down at the phone, Tay-Yun's phone, Teller slowly nodded. 

"Where are my things?" He asked. 

Right to the point. 

Sighing, Teller began typing on the phone, grateful that Tay-Yun had turned it to an English keyboard for him. 

They were taken. 

Tay-Yun scooted closer and leaned over to read the response, his leg brushing against Teller's, though neither of them seemed to notice.

"Do you know where?" He asked.

He didn't bother leaning away as Teller typed out his response. 

Yes. 

 A small bit of hope found its way into Tay-Yun's eyes, making Teller's stomach twist uncomfortably. He didn't want to let him down...

"Where are they?" 

Sighing, Teller started to type out his reply at the same time his phone rang with Mr. Canzoni's ring tone, making him jump. Tay-Yun caught his phone before it could drop to the floor, leaving Teller to slowly pull his own phone from his back pocket. He didn't dare answer it, but the ring tone made his heart hammer anxiously against his chest each time it repeated its set of notes. It was just about to go to voicemail when Tay-Yun grabbed it and slid his finger across the screen, silently answering the call as he lifted it to his ear. 

"Teller, you dumbass! Get your sorry excuse for a singer self back here before I find you, because I promise you you'll be coming to the performances in a wheelchair for the rest of the tour if you don't! If you get back here within the next fifteen minutes, I'll make sure to only give you a matching black eye, so get your ass back here, fast!" 

Teller didn't realize that he'd been cowering away from his manager's booming voice through the phone until he felt the arm of the sofa pressing against his back. Tay-Yun's eyes were slowly narrowing over the time it took for Mr. Canzoni to finish his threat, then they glanced sideways to him, making Teller fidget and look down quickly. 

His eyes slowly traveled to the television when Teller peaked back up, which had been turned on at some point and put on mute, though Teller hadn't noticed until just then. 

"I know you can fucking hear me, you little brat!" Mr. Canzoni shouted, breaking the awkward silence. 

Tay-Yun licked his lips slowly, as if he were thinking about what he wanted to say carefully. When he seemed to decide, he leaned back into the sofa and rolled his head on his neck for a moment, before giving a quick smile that disappeared a second later when he replied with a simple, "Hello?" 

There was a long silence on the other end of the line before Mr. Canzoni's voice returned, this time sounding much differently. "Hello? Who are you? What happened to Teller?" 

Odd, it almost sounds like he's actually worried now. 

Teller leaned a little closer, wanting to hear what he was saying since he wasn't shouting any longer. 

"She is asleep." Tay-Yun stated simply as he observed the nails on his free hand, as if he hadn't just gotten screamed at for a solid minute, then gotten the complete reverse attitude right afterward. 

"Ah, she is. Okay. Where are you? I'll come pick her up. She really should be back here with us." 

Teller felt his face pale as his head swam. He didn't want to go back. He couldn't. If Mr. Canzoni didn't get at least a few hours to cool off, he really would be in a wheelchair during their next performance. 

"Tay-Yun, do not tell them where we are." Wan-Nu said as he dropped down on the other side of Tay-Yun, earning a scowl from the young man. 

"I am sorry, I cannot say." He replied. 

The second those words were out of his mouth Teller felt his whole body slump sideways against the couch, all of his energy suddenly completely drained. The cool fabric felt wonderful on the side of his face. Honestly, it was more comfortable than any pillow he'd ever had at that point. It was probably his lack of sleep, jet lag, stress, or a big pile of all of those things that had him slowly sliding down against the fabric until he felt his right cheek hit the soft cushion, but Teller couldn't make himself care at that moment. He didn't even bother to think what was pressing against his hair as he yawned, though it was highly likely that it was Tay-Yun's leg.

"I will have her get in touch with you tomorrow, good night." He said before hanging up as Mr. Canzoni began to ramble. 

When the phone began to ring again, it was stopped abruptly, then it vibrated once. 

He turned it off. 

He should have been worried, but Teller just smiled after another yawn, then stretched out a little. His head pressed a bit more against Tay-Yun's leg during the action, but the young man didn't seem to care as the television volume was turned on. Humorously enough, it was a story about Sahn-Re's new girlfriend, but Teller didn't bother paying attention to it, or the conversation it spawned between Tay-Yun and Wan-Nu. He drifted off in minutes, finally able to relax for the first time since leaving America. 

(Okay, I gotta start updating other stuff XD)