MiMiC (MxM)

Imitate

"What are you wearing?" Mr. Canzoni asked as he let the band into their hotel room. It was a large suite with several rooms, so everyone had their own... except for him, he had already been told that he only got the couch. 

Looking up from the jacket his eyes kept straying too as the door closed, Teller forced himself to hide the smile he didn't doubt kept slipping onto his lips on the drive over. "Someone lent it to me at the airport." He said, not wanting to give away too much information if he could help it. He wasn't sure how Mr. Canzoni would react if he knew that he'd gotten hurt, then helped, by Ello. 

"Someone just lent you that? It looks expensive... take it off." 

Wait, what? 

"Don't give me that look. You're way too prone to accidents. You'll destroy it. Give it to me." 

Without thinking, Teller stepped back. "I can't. It's not mine." He said, already knowing that his excuse wouldn't help. Mr. Canzoni was starting to turn red, like he always did when Teller said anything that wasn't yes sir. 

"You are supposed to barely be seen! You can't go around wearing something that looks that expensive! And those sunglasses, too. Where's your old pair? Those look like they cost a lot, too." 

Honestly, Teller hadn't even thought about the price of the items he'd been given. He had no real reason to. He never planned on keeping them, or doing anything but making sure they remained in good condition and returning them. 

"They were also lent to me when my other ones broke. I need to return them." He said right before Mr. Canzoni snatched the glasses off his face. 

Teller wanted to grab them back, but didn't want to earn a second black eye. "These are made by Gentle Monster. Just who the hell did you run into that they had this kind of money for a simple pair of sunglasses?" He asked as he slid the glasses onto his own face after removing his own crummy pair. 

When Teller didn't respond, but just looked down, Mr. Canzoni grabbed his chin and yanked it up. "Answer me, boy. Who did you get these items from?" 

"Better talk, kid. You don't want to get even more bruises for being an idiot." Ike said as he walked back into the den area with the other band members behind him. 

They were all grinning, used to his predicaments and beatings by their manager. Hell, sometimes they used him as a punching back, too, but thankfully there were rules. He couldn't sing if he was half dead. 

"I..." Teller stuttered, blinking back tears that only made the band converge on him more, snickering. One of them slipped behind him while Ike leaned forward and yanked the zipper on Tay-Yun's jacket down. The man behind him jerked it off his shoulders, nearly making Teller stumble into Mr. Canzoni. 

"That'll look good on you, Davis." Ike said to the slightly shorter boy with blond hair, as he stepped back to stand beside Mr. Canzoni, arms crossing over his chest with a smirk on his face. 

Teller wanted to yell at them. To tell them that they had no right taking Tay-Yun's things, but like usual, he couldn't find the courage to take the beating that would come with the reprimand. 

"If we didn't have a show soon you'd have a matching pair of eyes for this. Now get busy practicing." Mr. Canzoni said as he shoved Teller toward the sofa. "We're going out. The song set better be perfect by the time we get back after all the practicing we'd done back in America." He said before gesturing for the boys to follow him out of the hotel. 

The words and numbers inked onto his arm almost felt as if they were beginning to burn and his hands turned numb from nerves as he rolled back the sleeve of his blood-stained jacket to read the writing. They actually took Tay-Yun's stuff... And it was probably extremely expensive, too. There was no way he could afford to buy even one of the items back, let alone two. Not to mention the possible sentimental value they might have. He could rarely remember a photo of Tay-Yun that didn't show him wearing at least the jacket.