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The sound of a phone constantly ringing was going to drive Tay-Yun insane. He always shut his off at night, so he knew that it couldn't be causing it. His ring tone also wasn't the default one playing right then. 

When the song finally stopped for the hundredth time, and didn't repeat, Tay-Yun felt his heart finally begin to relax again. Only for the chime to return seconds before he was back to sleep.

"I'm going to break that damned thing." He growled as he sat up and looked around the dark room. It was far larger than any other area in the house and only became his bedroom because they had run out of them. 

No one else wanted the responsibility of keeping such a large room clean, either. He was a neat freak, so it didn't bother him, and it had its own bathroom attached, but he had wished that he'd been able to get a smaller space, if only to save time keeping it in order. 

Slipping out from underneath his blankets, Tay-Yun headed down to the small sitting area by the tucked in mini bar wearing a light pair of checkered blue pajama pants. He swiped the phone he found there from the coffee table. It had just stopped ringing when he picked it up, and to his surprise, didn't start again as he stared at it. 

There was a long list of missed calls, mostly from someone named Mr. Canzoni. He couldn't quite remember, but he thought that Sahn-Re had mentioned that name when talking to Fen-Won earlier in the day when he was trying to get Mimic's manager's number. 

The dots connected quickly once he'd allowed himself to wake up a bit more. "So, Sahn-Re had guessed correctly. Your manager is likely the one attacking you." Tay-Yun mumbled quietly as he dropped down onto the sofa behind him and scrolled through the full missed calls list. 

"Hm. This one isn't him, and it's pretty recent." 

He stopped on a different name in the sea of Mr. Canzoni's. "Ike?" 

Glancing over his shoulder at the small four foot wall that hid his bed from the rest of the room, Tay-Yun pursed his lips, then licked them as he stood up and walked around the sofa.

 Stopping by the foot of his bed after stepping up onto the raised platform, Tay-Yun looked back down at the phone, then up to Teller. 

"Teller?" 

When the kid lying in his bed didn't budge at all, he walked over and got back in on his own side. Stretching out his legs, Tay-Yun took one last glance at Teller before pushing the dial button for Ike, since it didn't require him to unlock the phone to do so. 

The call was picked up after three rings, but no one spoke. There was a lot of background noise, though he couldn't sift through it all to place any of it specifically. It sounded like they were possibly at a club or party of some sort. 

"Hello?" Tay-Yun questioned. 

There was no response for another few moments, but then all of the background noise suddenly got much quieter, as if the person had left the room. 

"Teller?" The other person finally responded. "Mr. Canzoni is going to kill you if you don't get back to the hotel." 

"Teller is asleep." Tay-Yun replied calmly. 

There was a pause on the other end, then a hesitant response. "Um, I'm sorry I don't understand what you're saying. Who is this?" 

Tay-Yun sighed up at the ceiling as he leaned back against his stack of pillows. "My name is Tay-Yun." He said with a heavier accent than normal, as he was still quite tired from working most of the night. 

"Okay. Why do you have Teller's phone? Where is he?" 

Grinning, Tay-Yun decided to have a bit of fun with the slip up the guy just made. 

"He?" He asked as he stretched out a bit more. At the same time, he felt the bed shift beside him, then a warm forehead press against his right arm, drawing his attention down to the boy. 

A stressed sigh came through the phone but Tay-Yun didn't take his eyes off of the kid in the dark room. 

"Listen, I don't care what you think he or she is. It's all fake. You already know his secret, so what does it matter? He really needs to come back, though. Mr. Canzoni is going to cut his pay as it is. If he doesn't come back soon, he won't be able to make the hospital payments this month." 

Frowning, Tay-Yun tilted his head, eyeing Teller as he considered the new information. He wouldn't have been surprised in the least if he had to go to the hospital for what his manager did to him, but the fact that he would cut his pay just because he didn't return to get hurt again...

"What if I said... that I won't give him back?" Tay-Yun said. 

Another pause from the other side of the phone, then the man replied in a much more worried tone. "Dude, you can't. You don't understand. He needs the money he's getting from this." 

A few of the guys muffled words slipped Tay-Yun's sleepy memory, but he managed to get the gist of what he was talking about. It was a bit odd, though, that he didn't even mention anything about kidnapping. Unless he was smarter than Tay-Yun almost gave him credit for and realized that they could get themselves in just as much trouble by reporting him considering the injuries on Teller's body. 

"How much does he make?" He asked, honestly curious. Teller's ability, from the little bit he'd seen on the security camera and when they'd met him at the show between the curtains by mistake, was definitely worth a good amount to any right-minded producer. 

"About one thousand five-hundred a month" Ike replied. 

Tay-Yun had to focus on the numbers for a few moments to convert them into won. 1,602,522.

"That is it?" Tay-Yun asked, drawing another pause from the man on the other side of the phone. 

"I know he should be paid more, but I can't do anything about it..." Ike said, sounding a lot more worried. 

Tay-Yun smirked and shook his head. He bet the guy regretted giving him the real number. 

"Listen, Tay-Yun, I'm not Teller's friend and I'm not going to pretend to be, but he needs that money, and we have a small show tomorrow, too. If he doesn't show, that money is gone." Ike said, drawing Tay-Yun's smirk down into a frown. 

He took a few moments to absorb what the man was telling him. Of course, Ike was leaving out exactly what hospital bills needed constant payment, or if it was a debt from a previous issue, but either way...

"If I give him back, how much worse will his current injuries get?" He asked as he looked back down at Teller's face tucked against his right arm. 

The bruises around his eyes were slowly beginning to turn a sickly green and yellow, and the ones on his visible shoulder were now black and blue. He already looked horrible, but if he returned to his manager, Mr. Canzoni, it would undoubtedly get worse. 

When the other man didn't reply, Tay-Yun took a deep breath and dropped his head back on the pillows. "We can give him that much money to stay away from you people, so he would no longer have any use for your group." Before Ike could respond, Tay-Yun hung up the phone, then silenced it before setting it on the nightstand next to him. 

The deafening quiet that followed the conversation left him confused and a bit worried. He'd never stuck his neck out for anyone who hadn't been useful to him and earned his trust. Turning his head on the pillow, he stared down at the kid still out cold beside him. He was snoring quietly, unsurprisingly still asleep even after the phone conversation held right beside him. 

He knew a little bit of what the kid could offer. The song he'd fixed up while just learning how to play the grand piano downstairs... the kid would could be big. Huge, even. Teller would be able to sell out stadiums just standing on his own two feet with a microphone in his gentle hands. 

The issue came down to trust. Whether the kid was friendly or not didn't matter. Someone could be nice one second, and cause all hell to break loose the next. Tay-Yun knew that very well. 

"Tay-Yun?" 

The quiet, sleep-laden voice had Tay-Yun blinking out of his thoughts to refocus on soft green, half-lidded eyes that now stared up at him with hesitant curiosity. 

"Yes?" He asked, expecting some sort of question about why he was there or what was going on. 

Instead, Teller just gave a dopey, sleepy grin and snuggled into the sheets his head rested upon, closing his eyes. "Your bed is nice." 

Tay-Yun slid down the pile of pillows until he was lying normally beside Teller, though he didn't bother pulling the blankets up. He wasn't used to being beside someone and the kid put out some serious heat. 

"That hotel is four stars, I'm sure their beds are better." He replied, making Teller chuckle, though he didn't open his eyes again. 

"They probably are." He replied, his indirect confession not surprising Tay-Yun in the least. Why would they give a bed to the kid who pretty much paid all their bills for them with his sole talent? 

He could easily get Wan-Nu to find one hundred musicians that could easily play all of the songs that were on Mimic's set earlier that evening, but he'd bet his salary for a year that there wasn't another person who could do what Teller did. 

"I normally can't stand someone else in my bed." Tay-Yun said as he looked off toward the far wall where the television hung, the edge of it just barely visible from his side of the bed. 

He felt the bed move beside him and looked back in time to see Teller getting out from under the covers. When he noticed he had Tay-Yun's attention, he bowed his head slightly and gave an awkward smile. "Sorry for intruding. I should be getting back now any-"

Tay-Yun yanked the blankets up over Teller's head, then pushed him over. He hadn't realized that he might hit his injured shoulder until he heard the kid yelp when he landed.  

"Shit." He hissed as he threw the blanket back to see Teller roll off his injured shoulder and begin rubbing it carefully. 

Tay-Yun wasn't sure what to do. He knew that touching the kid wouldn't help. "Wait..." 

Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabbed the tube of medication he'd put on Teller's injuries earlier and sat down beside him. "Here, move your hand." He said as he squeezed some into his palm, then reached over right when Teller hesitantly moved his hand away from his discolored shoulder. 

He flinched at the contact, but as the medicine quickly began to do its job, he settled down with a tired sigh. "I'm sorry, Teller." Tay-Yun said quietly as he slowly moved his hand along the boy's hot skin to spread the medicine around. 

He continued to work until his hands stopped on Teller's chest as it lifted and fell with the rhythm of sleep. Jerking them away abruptly, Tay-Yun stared down at the kid, narrowing his eyes on his sleeping form in the dark. When Teller didn't move at all, Tay-Yun blew out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. 

"You are a strange kid." 

Granted, he knew the guy had to at least be eighteen, if not a little older, but he looked too young to be in his twenties, like himself. Shaking his head, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to Teller's shoulders, then slid one of his many pillows beneath his head. 

When he was sure that the kid was as comfortable as possible, he stretched out on top of the blankets and closed his eyes, intent on resting for a while longer, but not falling asleep.