Seungcheol came crashing back down to reality. He'd enjoyed the morning so much that he began to forget himself and the world around them. He almost forgot that his new love was one of the most famous people in the country and he was in constant danger. He almost forgot the heavy responsibility that sat on his shoulders. He almost forgot the fact that he himself was a target without a safe home to go to. But how wonderful it was to forget for those few hours and just pretend they were two normal people out on a slightly eccentric first date.

The reality struck him when he returned Jeonghan to his apartment building and his car was instantly recognised. The small crowd of media gathered flashed their blinding cameras in their faces as Seungcheol drove slowly through the reluctantly parting crowd and into the underground carpark. For a brief moment, he thought they were going to be followed but to his relief no one from the crowd entered the carpark.

"That was stressful!" Seungcheol said as he parked the car but Jeonghan's face was lit from within. The adrenaline of the situation combined with the thrill of his attractive bodyguard handling it so well had excited him almost as much as the petting zoo. "What would I do without you?" he breathed as he pressed Seungcheol against the car and began to kiss down his neck making the bodyguard shiver with goosebumps. "Jerk off alone?" Seungcheol murmured and Jeonghan met his lips with a kiss tainted with giggles.

By the time they made it up to Jeonghan's apartment, they found Jisoo almost hysterical. "Where were you? I assumed you would go to the coffee shop or somewhere else..." he called out and when Jeonghan found him in his bedroom going through his huge walk in wardrobe he immediately saw red. "Jisoo get the fuck out of my room!" He marched in past Seungcheol and grabbed Jisoo by the arm who spun around in surprise. "Jeonghan, we need to leave soon, I'm choosing something for you to wear..." He looked more hurt than angry but Jeonghan was already wound up.

"No, you're invading my privacy and trying to control me. This is my room and it's private and I can choose my own clothes thank you very much." Jeonghan chose this moment to turn sweetly to the bodyguard standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Cheollie what should I wear?" he fluttered his lashes and the other Jeonghan, the childish and manipulative one, was back and Seungcheol wasn't falling for it. He'd seen the real Jeonghan now and he needed to focus more on getting his own way in the right way. "Don't ask me. I'm staying out of it," he said as he quickly turned on his heel and walked off to find the kitten. "Talk it out like adults please."

Jisoo stood in the middle of Jeonghan's bedroom. He had a handful of shirts clutched tightly in his palm and a few pairs of jeans under his arm. He looked around the room at the rumpled bed, the bedsheets dirty and messy, the discarded clothing and underwear on the floor. There were a few tissues balled up on the bedside cupboard and the room had an odd smell lingering in the air. Jisoo looked at all the evidence scattered of what had occurred the night before and he suddenly felt sick as he realised what Jeonghan was asking him for. He was asking him to stay out of his sex life, a part of him he wanted to keep for someone else, the only part of Jeonghan's life that Jisoo wasn't going to be able to push his way in to. He stood and stared, lost for words, lost in the reality of Jeonghan slipping through his fingers like sand.

Jeonghan melted at the crestfallen expression on his manager's face. Jisoo was his best friend and he never would have survived the last five years without him. He'd used him as his manager and companion, personal assistant, confidant and counsellor, even as his own personal teddy bear when he'd needed physical comfort. And he realised he couldn't just move forward with Seungcheol by replacing Jisoo. Seungcheol was right. He did need to be nicer to him. He walked over and took the clothing from Jisoo's arms and tossed them onto the bed. He then took the silent man's hand, led him from the bedroom, and closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry," he said as he wrapped his manager and best friend in a tight hug that was warm and sincere and, most of all, genuine. Jisoo closed his eyes as he inhaled his favourite scent, the rich spicy scent of ginseng mixed with the tropical notes of coconut and pineapple, and he knew he had to let go. Even just a little. He had to face facts and start releasing his tight grip on Jeonghan's life. All he wanted was to protect him, to draw him closer into Jisoo's bubble of safety, and he'd just introduced the one thing that threatened to drive them apart. It was all his own fault. But Seungcheol was here now and Jisoo couldn't do a thing about it. All he could do was accept it and move on.

"I'm sorry too..." he said and he meant it in more ways than Jeonghan knew.

"Just so you know, my bedroom is off limits now, and I think you know why..." Jeonghan said and Jisoo nodded. He knew why and he also knew now that his presence wasn't going to stop anything. "I don't want to have to take your key away but I will if you don't respect my privacy." Jisoo nodded. He knew Jeonghan was right. "I also want you to stop choosing my clothes. I actually want to throw most of them away. I hate them, all those pink colours, and too many white button ups, Jisoo I want to start dressing and acting like a grown up man. If you want me to behave like one then I need to feel like one. All the time."

This was what Jisoo was afraid of. He didn't know if he wanted Jeonghan to start acting like a grown up man. But he wasn't Jisoo's to control anymore and he was out of ideas. It was time to move on before he made things worse and found himself pushed out completely.

"Please say something..." Jeonghan whispered as he hugged him again. "I'm scared Jisoo. I'm scared of how I feel and how fast things are changing for me and most of all I'm scared that I'm going to grow up and find myself and become who I truly am and that you won't be there anymore." He sniffled a little and finally Jisoo was shaken from his musings. "Don't be scared Jeonghan. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay out of your bedroom and out of your personal life. Mostly..." he felt Jeonghan begin to giggle and he began to laugh too. "Because," Jisoo said and his smile finally reached his eyes, "If he hurts you ill end him. Not personally of course but I know people..." Jeonghan laughed again, louder this time, and Jisoo joined in. Soon they were both hysterical over the idea of Jisoo knowing anyone even remotely dangerous enough to follow through with a threat.

"Truce?" Jeonghan asked tentatively as they broke their embrace. "Truce," Jisoo said quietly and he meant it. "He's good for me Jisoo, he really is, I've never felt this way before in my whole life...." It cut right through to Jisoo's heart but he held it in and nodded. "I wasn't kidding about knowing people," Jisoo smiled again. "If he hurts you he'll have to deal with all of us. Minghao's pretty scary and I wouldn't cross Jihoon either."

Jisoo joined Seungcheol on the couch and the bodyguard eyed him carefuly. "I heard you guys," he said as he snuggled the kitten on his chest. "I'm not going to hurt him." "You say that now," Jisoo responded with a barely concealed flash of fire in his eyes, "but we'll see. It's all fun and games now but he has a difficult lifestyle and just wait until things get really crazy. The first pretty girl that looks your way and you'll be gone." Jisoo sulked and Seuncheol just sighed heavily. "Look. I didn't go into this lightly. I'm scared to fuck it up but I'm also serious about him and this. So just get used to me being around, okay?" Despite their words Seungcheol knew any 'truce' between him and Jisoo wasn't a peace treaty. It was simply a cease fire, an uneasy break in the conflict, a cold war fought through subtle snatches of Jeonghan's attention. Seungcheol was tired of it already, and he wasn't one hundred percent sure that in the end, he would win.

"Think what you want. It doesn't matter to me. All that matters to me is his happiness. I only care about what Jeonghan thinks and how he feels."

Like he'd been summoned Jeonghan suddenly appeared in the room. He was wearing a pair of light jeans with rips  and a pair of bright pink converse sneakers. But when Seungcheol looked up he amost gasped aloud. "Do you mind if I borrow this?" Jeonghan asked so casually but it was too late anyway. He was already wearing it. The black tshirt from Seungcheol's closet hung looser on his smaller frame. His shoulders were broad though and it looked almost scandalous how it hung loosely around his thin chest and tiny waist. He'd tucked in into the jeans at the front showing off an expensive looking thin black belt. His hair was casually rumpled and he wore no makeup. He was stunning.

"O-Of course you can wear it...." Seungcheol stammered out with a blank look on his face. Jeonghan had wiped all sense of consciousness and he was only brought back to reality by the sudden movement of Chan Chan who leaped from his lap to run to Jeoghan. "I like it," Jeonghan said as he smoothed the shirt down and smiled at the two men sitting stunned on the couch. "I want to go shopping tomorrow. For more real clothes. I'm sick of looking like a toddler or some kind of ice cream parlour employee...."

Seungcheol jumped up and handed him the kitten when his grabby hands reached out for his baby. "Can we take him?" He asked and Seungcheol nodded and smiled. He wanted nothing more than to push him back into the bedroom and tear the scandalously sexy tshirt from his lover's body but he knew he had to do the right thing and get him safely to the tv studio for his appearance.

As they gathered their things and headed to the door Jisoo couldn't help but smirk a little. "Thought you said no more pink..." his eyes indicated the hot pink high tops on his feet and Jeonghan just laughed as he danced around a little. And Jisoo just had to smile back.