Seungcheol's sleep was abruptly broken by the incessant buzzing of his phone. He rubbed his bleary eyes and covered his nakedness with yesterday's jeans. He found a clean tshirt, threw it on over his head, and wandered from the spare room where he'd spent the night alone. He sneaked through the quiet apartment and let Wonwoo in who looked as fresh as a spring daisy.

"Good night?" Seungcheol asked as Wonwoo walked in. "Perfect," Wonwoo said as he walked towards the kitchen. "Junhui is beautiful and funny and kind of dumb in a cute way. He's a strange combination of innocent and sexy and I really like it." He turned to smirk at Seungcheol's stunned expression. "And he's good with his tongue if you know what I mean." "Wonwoo even Chan Chan knows what you mean," Seungcheol sighed heavily as he grabbed the bagged envelope down from on top of the refrigerator where he'd hidden it the night before and handed it to Wonwoo who was searching his bag for the things he needed.

"This is very concerning." Wonwoo, his hands carefully concealed in blue latex gloves, picked apart the envelope and laid the pages out on the marble topped bench. When Seungcheol leaned over and saw the contents his stomach churned and he felt like he wanted to vomit. The pages were torn from a cheesy, but very explicit, gay porn magazine and Seungcheol didn't know what was worse. The fact that cut outs of Jeonghan's face were pasted onto the body of the guy bottoming or the uncanny resemblance the top bore to Seungcheol. It was creepy. The words 'slut' and 'whore' were scrawled messily across the pages and Seungcheol knew the screenshots of Jeonghan's face were from his dance video he posted online. It gave him chills.

"Of course it's concerning," Seungcheol said as he turned to look and frowned at the pages. "It's also escalating too." "Not just that," Wonwoo pulled out his iPad and scrolled through the pictures. "See these..." he zoomed in on one of the first few letters, "are more adoring. They have a different signature. They're idolisation, they're worshipping, and they're more threatened than threatening.." Wonwoo spread the pictures out from the envelope and began to seal them away in clear plastic for preservation. "These are threatening. They're personal and full of vitriol and have a completely different signature." "What's your instinct telling you?" Seungcheol asked. He had always known Wonwoo to have an excellent instinct for police work, his investigation skills were second to only his, and Seungcheol was curious to see if the younger would come to the same conclusion, he was being drawn too.

"They were written and sent by different people.." Wonwoo said as he looked from the pages on the bench back to the evidence on his phone. "Two stalkers. One obsessed with Jeonghan, adoring him, loving him, wanting him to be his. Feeling possessive, claiming ownership, trying to push away any competition." Wonwoo mused over the first few letters concluding with the one containing the photos of Seungcheol at the mall getting Chan Chan.

"These are aggressive, attacking, and ruinous." Wonwoo looked at the photos taken of Seungcheol and Jeonghan in the pool and the latest letters received today. "These are an attack on him and you. The attack on you is an attempt at weakening his defences. The attacks on him are aimed at his reputation and his public persona." Wonwoo looked up to see Seungcheol's brow furrowed furiously as he thought hard.

Suddenly something came to hm. He walked into Jeonghan's bedroom to find the man half asleep wrapped in pink cotton sheets. "Good morning," Seungcheol said and he was surprised to find Jeonghan ignore him. The blond haired man simply rolled away and buried his face in the pillow. "Hannie?" Seungcheol wasn't yet a master of Jeonghan's moods and didn't' know what he'd done wrong. "Hannie?" he asked again and finally when he pulled at the pillow he got Jeonghan's teary expression and trembling bottom lip. "Are you breaking up with me?" Jeonghan asked. "If that's why you're here...." "What?" Seungcheol was dumbfounded. "Why would you think that?" he asked and Jeonghan sat up and sniffled as he scrubbed at his damp cheeks with his hands. "Why did you stay the night but didn't sleep in here with me?" Seungcheol sighed. He'd fucked up and he knew it as soon as the words slipped from Jeonghan's lips. "I don't know. It's your room. I guess I thought I needed to be invited in Hannie. This is your home and your bedroom and, well, I stayed because I guess I've kind of been hiding the fact that I can't go home."

Jeonghan's eyes widened. "What do you mean you can't go home?" "Hannie those photos were hand delivered to my door. Whoever is stalking you knew where I lived. They left those photos on my front doorstep and I don't have security or a doorman, or even a closed in parking space. I have to find somewhere else to live and soon." "Live here with me!" Jeonghan said quickly to Seungcheol's surprise. "You can stay in the spare room or in here with me. And if you don't like it you can move out again when you catch my stalker and I'm safe."

His eyes, wide and dark as the ocean at night, blinked up at Seungcheol and he caved. "Okay," Seungcheol said, "but I need a favour. I need you to give me Jisoo's address and then stay here with him for a little while. Okay?" "Why?" Jeonghan sat and shifted his weight and

"I just do. Please don't ask why. I just need to go and ask him something." "Okay. I trust you. He lives in the building across the road. His apartment is number 2719." "I'll be back," Seungcheol, said gently, "stay in here. Don't bother Detective Wonwoo too much while he's working."

Seungcheol left the building and walked across the road. A polite doorman smiled at him when he walked in and Seungcheol went straight up to him. "I'm here to see Mr Hong Jisoo," Seungcheol said, "Apartment 2719 and its on the third floor." "I'm sorry sir. I assume you have the right apartment number but that's apartment 19 on the 27th floor. You can go up using any elevator."

Seungcheol's suspicions were almost confirmed as he stepped in and pressed the button marked '27' and it began to move. He was pretty sure Jeonghan's penthouse was floor number 28 and he wouldn't at all be surprised to walk into Jisoo's home and find a clear view right into Jeonghan's.

He stepped out and steeled his nerves. He'd never been wrong about something like this before and had to trust his instincts. He walked over to the door marked 19 and knocked loudly. "Who is it?" A nervous voice answers and Seungcheol frowned. "You have a peep hole Jisoo just open the door."

After a few minutes of silence the door finally swung open and Seungcheol strode decisively into the apartment. He crossed the living area and pulled back the blinds of the floor to ceiling windows and shuddered when he was right. He could see right into Jeonghan's apartment. He could see Wonwoo seated on the couch typing away at his tablet and he could see Jeonghan lying on the floor with Chan Chan.

He turned around and his face must have belied his anger as Jisoo cowered away from him. Seungcheol walked over and Jisoo shrank back, hands shaking and breathing ragged, and Seungcheol had to stop before the man had a panic attack. "God, Jisoo, calm the fuck down. I'm not going to hit you. What do you think I am?" He sighed heavily and Jisoo's breathing slowed.

"How many of the letters were yours?" Seungcheol asked and Jisoo stared at the ground. "All of them up to the Chan Chan one. I swear it wasn't me who took the photos of you guys in the pool or sent the others I-I-.." "Ok. Stop. I believe you." Seungcheol's stomach churned. How was he going to explain this to Jeonghan. How could he?

"Why?" He said gently as Jisoo began to cower again. "Explain why. Explain to me why I shouldn't go straight back over there and tell him everything?" Seungcheol groaned loudly as he faced the dilemma in front of him.

"I'm sorry," Jisoo sniffed a little. "I was just tying to convince him he needed the security. And he makes me crazy, he was just pushing and pulling me, emotionally and physically, and I was so confused Seungcheol. I know it was wrong but he was making me so insane and I thought we would just hire some old boring bodyguard and then you walked in and as soon as he saw you it was game over. Game over for me anyway. I guess the Chan Chan letter was me acting out."

Jisoo stopped his rambling to take a breath and watched a silent Seungcheol walk over to the window and take a few photos. It was only then that he realised there were framed pictures of Jeonghan dotted all over the living area. He snapped a few photos of those as well. He wished he could talk this out with Wonwoo before making a decision.

"Please don't tell him," Jisoo's lip trembled as he begged for his career and for the man he was in love with. And Seungcheol couldn't hate him. He knew how it felt to be under Jeonghan's spell. He did make you feel crazy. But he needed to know it was over and he needed to know for good.

"There's no more playing games here Jisoo," Seungcheol sighed again. It was time to lay it all on the line. "I'm in love with him. I'm building up the courage to tell him. If he loves me too then you have to stop all this.." he waved his hand around at Jisoo's obsession. "I have to believe you. I want to believe that you only intended to scare him into hiring me. But you cannot go on like this."

Seungcheol walked over and looked down on Jeonghan's apartment. Jeonghan was still lying on the floor with the kitten and Seungcheol knew what he had to do. "I have to tell him. I have to be honest with him. But I'll defend you as well. I'll try and help him to understand. But I can't lie to him and I can't hide things from him."

Jisoo nodded and quickly fisted the tears from his cheeks. It was more than he could have hoped for. Maybe with Seungcheol's help Jeonghan would understand and keep him in his life. All he could do was hope.