(Splitting this into two kinda)

"You were in the wrong fucking spot, you idiot!" Mr. Canzoni yelled in Teller's face the second the door to their hotel sweet was closed. He hadn't told him what had actually happened, but he didn't really need to, either. He messed up, and the only time he ever messed up during practices was when he got distracted suddenly. 

The only way he could have gotten distracted during the performance, was if someone had found him. 

It wasn't like he'd given me detailed directions to which set of curtains I had to stand between. 

The first hit was barely felt as Teller stared down at his scuffed shoes. Honestly, Mr. Canzoni wasn't very strong. That, or he'd just gotten so used to his punches that they didn't really hurt much anymore. The rest of the band seemed like they wanted a go at him, too, just for the fun of it, but Mr. Canzoni had told them before they got up to the room that Teller was strictly his. They couldn't have bruised knuckles before their next performance. 

Counting himself lucky that he was only going to have to deal with one person, Teller let himself be pulled into the back bedroom. The hits to his shoulders and legs, neither of which were needed to sing, came swiftly after the door was closed. Teller found himself leaning back against it so that he didn't have to support his weight from the kicks. Mr. Canzoni wasn't great at punching, but his legs did pack a decent amount of force behind them. 

Not ten minutes later he was beginning to feel himself drop, no longer able to stand, when Mr. Canzoni's phone began to ring. He backed off just in time for Teller to sag down to the floor. He didn't bother looking up and just focused on catching his breath as he heard his manager grumble about some wrong number and end the call without picking it up. 

He was just lifting his leg, huffing like he'd actually been the one taking the beating and wasn't just terribly out of shape, when his phone began to ring again. Stomping his foot down on the carpet, he grabbed the device and canceled the call again, only for his text message notification to chime a few moments later. 

"What the hell?" He rasped, drawing Teller's curiosity, even though it hurt to lift his head. 

Mr. Canzoni was sneering down at the phone and him, then suddenly threw it, hitting Teller in the forehead before he could reach his hands up to block. 

"You better get yourself cleaned up and get your ass down to the lobby in five minutes or I'll skin you for this mess up! Those assholes that found out who you are just texted me a threat to reveal you if you didn't meet  them right away. If that happens, you can kiss the money keeping your granny alive goodbye, do you hear me you little shit!" 

Mr. Canzoni yanked him up by his shirt and shoved the door open, then threw him into the bathroom next door. "Five minutes!" He yelled one more time, then added. "And you better hide your little bruises or you're going to get it much worse than I already owe you when you get back!" 

Before Teller could think about any kind of response, Mr. Canzoni slammed the bathroom door shut. "What... just happened?" He whispered to himself as he grabbed onto the edge of the sink and used it to help him pull himself up. 

When his eyes rose to look at his reflection in the mirror, he winced. He had a mark that was bleeding slightly from where the phone had hit him on his forehead, but what he definitely would need to hide were the bruises starting to show on his shoulders and collarbone area. 

Do I even have something to hide that area? He wondered as he hurried to scrub his face off, then put a small band-aid on his forehead. It would bring attention to the injury, but it would also hide what it really was. He could just say that he bumped his head. 

Tugging his pants down a little, he winced as the fabric brushed against fresh bruises. Tonight is going to be horrible. Pulling them back up after quickly relieving himself, he washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom right as Mr. Canzoni stomped up to him and wrapped a black scarf too-tightly around his neck, then shoved a pair of sunglasses on his face, even though it was night time. 

"Get the hell out of here, now." He hissed, shoving him toward the door and nearly making him fall as his aching legs sent jolts of pain through his system. 

As he stepped out of the hotel room, he loosened the scarf just enough to be able to get a decent breath in without choking. He didn't need to think much to know who had called Mr. Canzoni. It was Ello, but how had they gotten his number? 

When he stepped off the elevator on the ground floor, Sahn-Re was waiting with a huge grin on his face. Does he ever get tired? I don't think he does... The young man grabbed his wrist and tugged him quickly toward the electric front doors. "We got your boss's number from Fen-Won. All of the security staff have access to the performer's contact information in case of an emergency." 

Am I an emergency? 

His body ached, especially since his arm was being pulled, but Teller didn't really see himself as someone who needed saved. He felt pretty satisfied that he was helping his grandmother so much by singing. Just the thought of her getting well at the hospital had him smiling as he was pulled into a waiting car. 

To his surprise, En-Ti, Tay-Yun and Wan-Nu were all there. Tay-Yun didn't seem that happy about it, but he wasn't scowling at least. En-Ti offered him a slight smile, and Wan-Nu grinned from the driver's seat. 

"Hello guys." He said sheepishly, not really sure what else he was supposed to say as he got himself buckled in the back beside Sahn-Re. He also was hesitant to start talking again. Ello already knew about his circumstances so he didn't think that he could get in any more trouble by talking to them, but he did make sure that his voice sounded a little more feminine than masculine. 

When the car started moving, Sahn-Re grinned over at him. "We had good timing, right? I saw you get dragged away by your manager. It didn't look like it was going to be good so I ended up getting your number after promising Fen-Won front row tickets to our sold out concert for his daughter." 

you were just a little too late. 

Offering a tired smile, Teller nodded. "Thank you." 

Sahn-Re returned the nod, then paused as his smile fell and he reached forward. When his fingers brushed against the band-aid on Teller's forehead, he flinched back, but tried to hide his reaction with a chuckle. "I bumped into a door." He mumbled, brushing his bangs in front of the band-aid a little. 

Retracting his hand slowly, Sahn-Re hunched back into his seat as he watched him. "So I was too late." 

He's going to hate himself if he learns what really happened. 

Forcing a smile, Teller shrugged his throbbing shoulders. "It's just a bump. You helped me out." 

He seemed to relax a bit at that, letting Teller also calm himself a little. They rode in silence for nearly fifteen minutes before the car pulled up to a drive-thru window. Teller didn't recognize the restaurant, but he didn't intend to eat anything anyways. 

Everyone ordered different kinds of kimbap, but he refused to order anything. Wan-Nu raised an eyebrow at him and returned his attention to the person taking the order, getting two more meals, before he moved forward and paid. 

When they finally arrived back at their home all of the boys were clearly starving. The food barely touched the counter before the bags were torn apart and over half of the container vanished. Sahn-Re remained with Teller and Wan-Nu as he unwrapped one of his two containers and began stuffing his face, while Tay-Yun and En-Ti went into the den to eat on the sofa. 

Wan-Nu set out the other four containers, then looked over at him. "You need to eat." 

Teller opened his mouth to say that he'd eaten earlier, which, he technically had, but it had just been a bit of rice that was left over from the rest of the band's lunches. Wan-Nu didn't let him make an excuse as he took his hand and tugged him closer to the containers sitting on the counter, then began pointing at each. 

"Kimchi, carrots, spinach, pickled radish and crab." 

Teller involuntarily licked his lips. Wa-Nu immediately nudged that container aside, then continued pointing. 

"Egg, fish, sesame, garlic." 

The next one was, "Kimchi, carrots, spinach, soy, radish." 

He moved his finger to name the last one, watching Teller's expression instead of the container. "Crab, fish, chicken, sesame, kimchi, soy." 

Teller looked away, trying hard not to let his stomach growl. All of them sounded delicious. When he felt something nudge against his arm, he bit back a wince and turned, only to have the first and last container handed over to him, along with a pair of wooden chopsticks. 

Wan-Nu took the other two containers and headed for the den. Teller was about to set the food back on the counter, but Sahn-Re, with his chopsticks between his teeth, grinned at him and grabbed his free hand, tugging him out of the room. 

The news was turned on and everyone was digging in. It was awkward. Sahn-Re had opened one of his containers and tried to get him to just taste some, but Teller just couldn't bring himself to eat. As time went on, his legs and arms began to make him painfully uncomfortable, and he could tell that the boys were starting to notice. 

Should I just ask for some medicine and say it's a headache? 

It seemed like the best idea, so he reached over and tapped Wan-Nu on the shoulder, getting his attention away from the television. "Um, do you have medicine for a headache?" 

The man nodded quickly and got up, taking his empty containers with him to recycle. When he returned with a glass of water and two small pills, Teller held out his hand. To his surprise, Wan-Nu closed his hand around the pills and set the glass down on the table in front of Teller. 

"These are strong. You need to eat." 

Sagging back against the sofa, Teller looked down at the untouched containers of food in his lap. They smelled like heaven, but he didn't trust his stomach, or Mr. Canzoni when he got back to the hotel. 

"Oh." He said after a few moments of only the television for background noise. "I suppose I shouldn't take them then." 

"You really are annoying." Tay-Yun said all of a sudden as he dropped down next to Teller, a half-eaten container of food in his hand. 

He picked up one of the pieces in it with his chopsticks and held it up to Teller. 

"There is nothing but rice and soy. If you are hurting so badly that you asked for medicine, you need to open your stubborn mouth." 

Teller scowled up at the guy glaring down at him before Tay-Yun nudged at his lips with the piece of kimbap. "Open, stubborn kid."

He wanted to keep his mouth shut just to spite him, but his head was honestly starting to hurt and his arms and legs were only getting worse. Returning Tay-Yun's glare, Teller took the piece of food between his lips. He chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, even if it was only rice, soy and the seaweed wrapper. The second he swallowed the food, another piece was being nudged between his lips. 

He took it, too, but made sure to bite the fancy chopsticks Tay-Yun had grabbed for himself out of a drawer at the same time, earning himself a scowl. The same chopsticks poked him in the cheek, making him jerk his head to the side and try to snap at them again, only to bite thin air. 

"Okay okay, no fighting." Sahn-Re said right as Wan-Nu's phone began to ring. 

He spoke for a few moments, then handed the headache medicine to Tay-Yun, then pointed to the remaining few kimbap in the container, then to Teller. Tay-Yun glared back, but Wan-Nu completely ignored him as he hurried off to another room to resume the phone call. 

"I'm going to shower."  En-Ti said as he got up, taking his empty containers to the kitchen before turning down the hall behind where they all sat. 

Sahn-Re was the next person to leave, though Teller desperately wished that he'd stay."I still have to practice the changes we made to our last song for the upcoming concert. Take care of Teller?" 

Before Tay-Yun could even reply, Sahn-Re was running off. Teller envied his energy. "Hurry and eat so I can get my own work done." Teller rolled his eyes and reached for the container in Tay-Yun's lap. 

"Just give me the medicine, I know you don't want to share your food." Teller said, earning an odd look from Tay-Yun. 

Did he not understand me fully? 

Sighing, Teller pointed to the hand Tay-Yun had the two pills in. "Give me them." 

That got Tay-Yun to raise his eyebrows, then smirk. "No." He replied in English, earning a glare. "Yes." Teller replied back in Korean, holding his hand out for the pills. Tay-Yun held them away, making Teller even angrier. 

"You hate me, so why are you wasting your time doing this?" Teller growled, earning a head tilt from Tay-Yun as a thoughtful look came to his ice blue eyes. "That's quite a big sentence for someone who only knows a little Korean." 

This guy! 

Tay-Yun set the remaining kimbap on Teller's lap and grinned. If I wouldn't hurt myself more trying to smack him... Grabbing the remaining pieces with his fingers, Teller hurried and ate them. With his mouth still full, he held his hand out again. 

The look on Tay-Yun's face gave Teller just enough time to glare before he started laughing like crazy. How did I ever like this guy? Teller asked himself as he chewed his food quickly, then leaned forward to take a swipe at the pills again. 

Tay-Yun lifted his hand out of reach just in time, but Teller was determined. He'd eaten the darn food, even though Mr. Canzoni will likely see to it that it's thrown up later. He at least deserved some pain medication! 

With a quiet yell, he lunged for the medicine, only to overshoot himself. His hands landed on the other side of where Tay-Yun sat. He tried to lean back and correct himself, but before he could think, he was on his back and Tay-Yun's free hand was pinning him down... right on his aching shoulder. 

The look on the young man's face shifted dramatically in that one second, though Teller couldn't understand what had triggered it until he felt a hot tear run down his left cheek. No! No, stop crying! No matter how loudly he yelled at himself in his mind, Teller couldn't keep the tears from multiplying as Tay-Yun unknowingly pushed down on his injury. 

"You're seriously crying... dammit." 

Tay-Yun pushed himself up off the sofa, the added bit of pressure to his shoulder making Teller wince and make the faintest sound. Unfortunately, it was enough to freeze Tay-Yun where he stood now leaning over Teller. His eyes narrowed, but Teller ignored him as he slowly pushed himself up, using only his other arm, though it still hurt, too. 

They remained silent until Tay-Yun leaned forward and gently pressed his fingers against Teller's shoulder, forcing him to lean back against the sofa cushion. A few more tears slipped from the contact, making Tay-Yun frown, but quickly mask the expression as he shoved the two pills into Teller's hand. 

Without hesitating a second, Teller tossed the pills back, then chased them down with the entire small glass of water. Tay-Yun took the time he did that to turn the television off, but when Teller finished taking the medicine, it looked like he was going to be questioned. 

Perfect. Now I have to try and figure out a way to avoid him, fast. 

"Hey Teller! Come listen to me practice!" Sahn-Re shouted from down a far hall. 

Bingo. 

Jumping up, then staggering slightly as pain shot up through his legs, Teller bowed his head slightly to Tay-Yun, then hurried down the hall to find Sahn-Re. He knew that he wasn't out of the woods with Tay-Yun, but he hoped that the guy was more annoyed with him than he was worried, and wouldn't seek him out.