"Here you go," Daesung hands me his phone after hanging up on his call.
"Did you call...you said Bae?"
"Youngbae, Taeyang, we call him Bae," his words are a little slurred and so are mine...Dae insisted I drink good, but now the warm feeling vanished and my blood ran cold as he spoke the name: Taeyang.
"Do you need a ride back?"
I shake my head, not having mentioned anything to him.
"Do you have any of my band members numbers on here?"
"Yeah, I think i do...hey what happened to your phone?"
"Oh I...lost it.."
"Liar," he laughs putting his head on the table.
I find a name in the contacts, Jonghyun, that sounded familiar...
Please answer....
After three rings it goes to voicemail.
I hang up and go through passing my name and finding Minho next. I hit talk.
Please pick up...
"Yeoboseyo?"
Yes!
"Minho tell Jjong to turn his-where are you guys?!" I hear a billion voices in the back and that ticks me off for no good reason.
"Key?!" he sounds startled, "Where are we? Where are you!? Whose phone are you using?"  
“I’m in Tokyo, and I’m using Daesung hung’s phone,” I quickly explain.
“Well we’re in Tokyo too, babo, but where are they holding you?”
“Oh! Well I esca-”
“Daesung?” I watch as Taeyang enters and I freeze, not expecting him to show up so quickly.
“You there, hyung?” Minho’s voice speaks in the phone.
Taeyang’s dark eyes lock onto mine as he speaks,
“Dae, you could’ve told me Key was here,” he walks over, s