Ike remained in En-Ti's room until Wan-Nu told everyone they had to get dressed for a trip to the studio. Teller followed Tay-Yun into his room, helping pick out an outfit he liked before heading downstairs to grab a few of the demo CD's Tay-Yun had been working on while he changed. 

When he came back up, Tay-Yun was just tugging his shirt down, giving Teller just enough time to see a well sculpted torso, though not to the point of being a six pack. He fought himself to not avert his eyes as he walked over and handed Tay-Yun the CDs. 

"Are you blushing?" Tay-Yun asked as he tilted his head, tossing the CD cases on the bed. 

Why is he smirking like that? 

Without warning, Tay-Yun reached down and lifted the side of his own shirt with one hand, making Teller's face burn as he hurried to jerk his eyes away. Neither of them moved for a few moments, then Tay-Yun stepped behind him and wrapped his arms loosely around Teller's shoulders. 

"Are you bi, Teller?" He asked, making Teller furrow his brow in confusion as he looked over his shoulder at Tay-Yun. "What?" He asked, having not understood what he'd asked. 

Tay-Yun chuckled, then switched to English. "Do you like men, Teller?" 

I like that accent. He thought absentmindedly, before he realized what he'd just been asked and his mouth dropped open. His grandmother had taunted him about it a few times in the past couple days, but he hadn't actually thought of it in all honesty. 

"I..." He pursed his lips, thinking hard about the question. Did he like men? In general?  No, not really? Though he did like hanging out with guys more than girls? He'd never really bothered trying to date in high school... but he'd never really looked at guys before. He really hadn't paid too much attention to girls, either, though. 

Confused, he frowned, then looked back up at Tay-Yun. "I don't know, but I like you." 

Tay-Yun smiled, his white teeth making Teller's heart stutter in his chest. The guy smirked a lot, but he'd rarely seen him give a full smile. Well, I get one right now. He thought, returning it with one of his own before Tay-Yun leaned down and pressed his lips against Teller's. 

The kiss was gentle and slow, but it still made Teller's heart stumble around in his chest, unsure what it should be doing with its new quick pace. It only sped up when Teller felt Tay-Yun's right hand lower from where it had settled against his chest, sliding down to the hem of his shirt, then under and up. His fingertips brushed against his skin, warming it as they journeyed higher and higher, not stopping until his palm rested over his pounding heart. 

"I think you like me very much." Tay-Yun whispered against his mouth in between more kisses. 

Teller couldn't focus very well. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to process what was going on. Tay-Yun had started rubbing his thumb against the skin above where his heart pumped overtime, sending little shivers down his body. Teller didn't pull away, but instead started to kiss him back. Tay-Yun's hand was just beginning to slide downward when they heard Wan-Nu's voice right outside the bedroom door in time with a knock that had them jerking apart. 

"We're waiting on you guys!" 

Teller stumbled a bit, falling onto the bed, while Tay-Yun closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, clearly trying to calm himself down. 

Grabbing the CDs, Teller hopped up, hurrying to the door. "Coming!" He yelled back, reaching for the handle, only for his wrist to be grabbed. He was just looking up at Tay-Yun, wondering why he'd stopped him, when he felt the man's lips on his again. 

"I think I like you, too." He whispered before opening the door and handing the CDs to Wan-Nu. "Those are the ones that I think are ready for review." He said before taking Teller's hand and tugging him along down the hall. 

Teller stopped short when they got to the van, surprised to see Ike in the front passenger's seat. He was scowling at the dashboard, paying no one any attention as Wan-Nu walked around to the driver's side and got in. 

Is he really coming with us? 

Tay-Yun opened the back sliding door and climbed in, taking the far seat like usual, leaving the closer one to him. Teller hopped in, then slid the door shut before dropping down into his seat and tugging on his seatbelt. 

The studio was about twenty minutes away, making the ride awkward and quiet since Ike was there, putting a damper on the mood. They all got out as soon as Wan-Nu parked, waiting for him inside, except for Ike, who decided to wander off. No one was going to try and stop him. He was still fuming from Wan-Nu having easily knocked him off his feet earlier.

"Do you like it, Teller?" Wan-Nu asked as they walked through the huge halls, then headed up a flight of spiral stairs that were so white they seemed almost unreal. Nothing ever stayed that clean. 

"It's really cool. I've only ever been inside of one studio, and only a few times when I first started in Mimic. It definitely wasn't this clean, and didn't have all of the supersized posters of their talent." He said, unable to keep himself from looking around at all of the people coming and going. It had been nothing even remotely close to how amazing this one looked, though.

There were also groups of people behind large glass paneled windows. He didn't have to guess that each of the rooms were soundproof. Several of the groups in them were dancing or working on vocals and instruments, yet he couldn't hear anything. 

He was just turning to look at the other side of the upper floor when his foot missed a step, making him stumble forward until Tay-Yun caught him by the upper arm. "Careful." He said as he easily lifted Teller back up. 

"Sorry, thanks. Got distracted..." He said as his eyes began to wander again, even though he knew that he should be paying attention to where he was going. 

He heard a sigh beside him before Tay-Yun's hand took his, his fingers tightening around Teller's slightly smaller ones as he guided him, allowing Teller to look around without having to worry about falling. 

They walked for another minute before Wan-Nu stopped in front of a set of double doors and knocked. Teller, his curiosity finally sated for the moment, turned his attention to the plaque on the door. 

CEO T-S Entertainment 

Wait. Why are we going to meet the CEO? 

Teller tried to step back, but Tay-Yun had a solid hold of his hand, and when the door was opened and they were gestured inside, he didn't give Teller a chance to try and get away. 

"Good afternoon." The man, who appeared to be in his early forties said in a heavily accented English, said. He almost sounded similar to Wan-Nu, but had a head of grayish blond hair and gray eyes. 

Teller mechanically moved to a seat when the man nodded to the large armchairs in front of his desk. He felt his face beginning to heat, but definitely not from embarrassment. He was beginning to feel faint.

He felt something cold nudged into his hand and stared down at it without really thinking. Tay-Yun knelt in front of him after a few seconds and took the small paper cup, then lifted it to Teller's lips. 

"Drink, Tel. It is okay." He said, his accent making Teller smile just a little as he took a hesitant sip of the ice water. 

He finished the small cup, taking it from Tay-Yun with a shaking hand. Teller felt the guy's fingers softly petting along his hair soothingly, but he just couldn't calm himself much more. 

"You're not in trouble, hun." Tay-Yun said as he gently lifted Teller's chin so that their eyes could meet. 

He knew that he wasn't. Even if he was sitting in front of the CEO of Wan-Nu's company, he couldn't be in trouble with them. He didn't work for them or steal anything from them in terms of the songs he'd helped Tay-Yun with, so he really wasn't worried about that. It was just, he was sitting in front of someone who was absolutely huge in the music business, and owned the band he admired. 

"Could I speak with you for a moment, Mr...?" The CEO asked, making Teller quickly stutter. "Z-Zan. And yes. You can, sir." 

Why can't I stop shaking and why is it so cold in here? 

"Hello, Mr. Zan. My name is Don-Wei, and I'm sure you figured this out already, but I'm the CEO for this company. Wan-Nu is one of my top recruiters and of course, the main manager for Ello." 

Teller nodded stiffly, licking his suddenly dry lips. 

"Well, I do hope that you won't be upset about it, but Wan-Nu had forwarded me the videos for a few of your Mimic shows, as well as the surveillance video when you started teaching yourself the piano..." Don-Wei said with a hopeful, welcoming smile. 

Teller felt himself begin to become faint again. Wan-Nu had showed someone so high up his simple mimicking routine? 

He felt his stomach twist in his belly, making him very glad that he'd skipped eating a big lunch. 

The CEO sat back in his large padded chair and turned his attention to Wan-Nu. Just having the guy's eyes off him made Teller relax a tiny bit. 

"How did the show with him as a replacement for Sahn-Re go?" 

Teller tucked his chin against his chest, listening in as Tay-Yun grasped his hands and soothingly rubbed his thumbs along the backs of Teller's shaky hands. 

"Great. He made a few mistakes, but he'd never played the piano before that week, and he doesn't know how to read the music, so he taught himself by listening. Tay-Yun helped him the evening before and the day of, but that was all the time he really had." Wan-Nu answered. 

When he felt the man's eyes on him again, Teller hesitantly straightened a bit in his seat and looked up. 

"This seems stressful. Why don't you, Sahn-Re, En-Ti, and Tay-Yun go have some fun in one of our sound rooms? We have quite a few set up with all sorts of different instruments and soundboards. I'm going to order an early dinner soon, too, if you guys wouldn't mind us feeding you?" 

"Does Japchae, Bulgogi, fried chicken and rice sound good?" Wan-Nu asked Teller after getting an imperceptible nod from the CEO. 

Teller licked his lips without even thinking about it, making both Don-Wei and Wan-Nu chuckle. "Then it is settled. Head off for a bit, and we will call Tay-Yun's phone when the food is here." He said, shooing the group out the door before shutting himself back inside to continue talking. 

The group found a sound room just down the hall that was empty of people but filled with instruments that Teller was just itching to try. After all, Don-Wei had said that they could relax and have fun. He probably wouldn't get another chance to play around with so many different things again. 

He immediately went to a guitar hanging on the wall and carefully took it down. Teller was unaware, but his face looked like that of a kid who had just walked into a candy store. Tay-Yun watched him as he began teaching himself every single sound that the instrument could make. His hands fumbled at the beginning, having never used a pick or anything else relating to a guitar, but soon Teller was learning chords and keeping a decent tempo with Sahn-Re on the drums. 

En-Ti picked up another guitar, matching their beat, then adding a bit more to it to try and coax Teller into trying the same thing. It took a lot of focus to keep up with the two and he made several mistakes, but there was no wiping the smile off of his face. 

Tay-Yun took over the guitar as En-Ti and Sahn-Re took a break, leaving the drums open for Teller to steal. He dropped down into the seat and grabbed the sticks for it, eager to learn more. 

En-Ti stalked down the hall, pulling Sahn-Re behind him, making the guy stumble a few times trying to keep up with his long legs. "En-Tiiii, slow down!" Sahn-Re pleaded, already panting because of the cold he was still finishing fighting. 

En-Ti checked a few doorknobs before finding one that was open. Thankfully, there was no double-sided glass window, allowing them privacy as he pulled Sahn-Re inside, then shut the door, blocking it with his body in the darkness. 

Sahn-Re scowled at him, his expression barely visible in the dim light that leaked from beneath the door. En-Ti ignored the expression and held up the bag he'd been carrying, taking out the bottle of medicine out from it. Sahn-Re immediately darted away from him, but En-Ti didn't seem to mind. He'd needed to get Sahn-Re alone and locked up somewhere, or he knew the guy would have darted at the first sight of the bottle of medicine. 

"Just take it. The food will be here soon and you've been sniffling all day." En-Ti said, trying to hide the hint of begging in his voice as he stepped toward Sahn-Re, blocking most of the minuscule light in the room. 

When Sahn-Re just backed up further, En-Ti sighed. The guy always did that. He hated taking medicine, which was normal, but to literally run, and fight, and cause such a problem out of something that would only take five seconds to do...

Shaking his head, En-Ti slowly began approaching. He slipped the medication back in the bag, then slid his arm through the look so that he could move it freely. 

"I will tackle you." En-Ti warned a final time. 

Sahn-Re began to crouch, readying himself to dart around him, but En-Ti knew what he planned. He waited, approaching just slow enough to be sure that he would trigger Sahn-Re to react at any second. 

When the guy darted to the right, En-Ti intercepted him easily. Sahn-Re redirected, trying to go around him the other way, but En-Ti quickly turned, shoving Sahn-Re up against the wall and easily pinning him there with his body. 

He'd give it to him, Sahn-Re was fast and decently strong, but he was smaller than him, allowing En-Ti to easily control him when they had their little squabbles. 

Biting back a grin, En-Ti took the container of medicine back out of the bag, then dropped the fabric to the floor so that he could remove the cap. "Just open your mouth and take the darn stuff. You can go eat right after, or to the bathroom and wash out your mouth." He said, trying to nudge the bottle against Sahn-Re's lips, but the guy just kept turning his head, nearly making the liquid spill several times. 

After his fifth try, En-Ti was about ready to clock the guy. He wasn't a babysitter... Narrowing his eyes, he took a small mouthful of medicine from the bottle, then grabbed Sahn-Re's chin and leaned in. 

It did taste absolutely foul, but he made sure to completely cover Sahn-Re's mouth and tilt his head back a little, allowing enough of the liquid to slip inside to be considered a reasonable dose. He tried to close his lips, but En-Ti forced his tongue inside, and wisely, Sahn-Re didn't dare bite it. Actually, he completely froze, which made things much easier. 

They broke apart after nearly a moment. En-Ti backed off, wiping away a line of medicine that had run over the edge of his lower lip. He could feel Sahn-Re's seething gaze on him, like usual, but he didn't expect the guy to lunge forward and shove him flat on his back before darting from the room. 

En-Ti slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position and wiped his mouth one more time, feeling his lips tingle oddly. He'd never had such an affect from taking medication. He also didn't understand why Sahn-Re had freaked out so badly on him this time. He'd forced him to take his medicine many times over the years. Maybe not in such a specific way, but did it really bother him that badly?