Seungcheol had never been on a music video set before but he knew it would be too much on his own. Wonwoo had shifts and a spate of recent assaults were going to tie up his time a little over the next few weeks so Seungcheol, very reluctantly, had engaged the talents of Wen Junhui to assist him over the two day shoot.

The security guard was beyond excited. He shifted from one foot to the other driving Seungcheol crazy as they waited around on the set. "So what exactly do we do now?" he asked as he eyed the tall Chinese man fussing with a rack of clothing and Seungcheol began pacing near the studio door. "Eyes on Jeonghan at all times. One of us doesn't move from his line of sight. The other will patrol, basically walk around and take notice of everything, anything unusual or odd gets immediately investigated. Above all, Jeonghan is kept happy, and only hears about issues on a need-to-know basis. Everything comes past me." He turned to see the security guard inches behind him. "Got it." Junhui gave an enthusiastic thumbs up and resumed his staring at the stylist who had noticed the man watching him.

"Got a fucking problem?" Minghao said as he walked over to Junhui and Seungcheol and pointed a finger at the staring security guard. "Are you an elf?" Junhui asked curiously to the scowling response of Minghao. "Are you a fucking idiot?" Minghao snapped and Seungcheol put a hand on his shoulder. "Forget it Minghao. Just pick out the clothes okay?"

"Keep that weirdo away from me," Minghao hissed as Seungcheol walked him back over to the clothes rack and Jeonghan joined them fresh from the makeup chair. "Hey," he said as he slid closer to Seungcheol and wrapped arms around his waist. "Hey you," Seungcheol said as he slipped out of the man's arms. "I thought we were going to keep it professional at work?" Seungcheol whispered as Jeonghan smirked at him. "That was professional. Compared to what I really wanted to do." He walked over to the rack and picked an oversized shirt in a soft pastel blue. "I like this one," he said to Minghao who frowned. "Thought we weren't doing pastels anymore." "Yeah, but like this," he tossed his hoodie onto the floor and wrapped the loose shirt around his thin body. Minghao politely averted his eyes from the line of bruises dotting Jeonghan's collarbone visible due to the thin tank he was wearing but Seungcheol couldn't help but stare.

Jeonghan took a thin belt and wrapped it around his tiny waist and pulled the neckline of the shirt loose. "Perfect," Minghao said as he smiled the effect of the oversized shirt on the rail thin man. "But we need makeup here," he pointed at the line of bruises and Jeonghan barely blushed. "Oh, these, yeah..." his eyes sparkled with excitement and blush crept from Seungcheol's cheeks all the way down to his chest.

Filming a music video turned out to be pretty boring Seungcheol soon found out. It was a closed set anyway so after a thorough inspection of the studio and the rooms attached he stationed Junhui at the door and himself on the set. As much as he enjoyed watching Jeonghan look sexy and pose in front of a wind machine, it grew somewhat repetitive after about five hours.

"Where have you been?" he asked when Jisoo joined him on a couch off to the side of where they were filming. "You complain when I'm always around and now you want to know where I am when I'm not." Jisoo quirked an eyebrow at Seungcheol and he frowned back. "You need to get laid or something. Why don't you take up a hobby? Maybe even meet someone?" Jisoo laughed. "You think I've got time for hobbies?" he said and Seungcheol rolled his eyes. "You would if you didn't live in his pocket. Yesterday was nice." "Well don't get used to it. He has a schedule every day for the next six weeks besides a few free half days and ill fill those if I can as well. You think this is dragging on? Wait until we're on the music show circuit."

Jeonghan felt amazing. The events of the day before had fuelled his creativity. He felt like a flower who was now truly in bloom, like a grown man capable of anything, he felt wild and sexy and confident. Every time he looked over at Seungcheol he remembered how wrecked the other man had looked at the mercy of Jeonghan's lips and hands. The memory of his hip bones digging into Seungcheol's warm thighs awakened something undefinable inside him. While it was indescribable it was tangible and hummed through his whole body as he posed. For the first time he knew what it meant to feel sexy. Not to look sexy or act sexy but really feel what it meant. And it felt amazing.

The director called for a break and he was just about to bound into Seungcheol's lap when he saw Jihoon striding purposefully towards him with the security guard trailing close behind. "Emergency! Emergency!" Junhui yelled out to Seungcheol, trying to grab the short music producer by the arm, powerless to stop him. "It's fine Junhui. That's Jihoon. We know him. You should know him he works for the company." Seungcheol wondered briefly if Wonwoo's assertions of Junhui's martial arts skills were false but when the security guard stopped trying to grab Jihoon he stood with a pout on his face. "I didn't want to hurt him," he said with a cute scowl. "He's so adorable and small..." Jihoon turned to him with a look of death and he was only rescued by Jeonghan grabbing his producer by the arm and pulling him towards the coffee.

"He's lucky I'm in a good mood," Jihoon muttered as Jeonghan poured two mugs of coffee and added sugar and milk. "So," Jeonghan smirked. "We did it." Jihoon stared at him before his eyes widened. "Really?" "Yup," Jeonghan said proudly. "So that's my good mood explained. Why are you in such a good mood?" Jihoon looked around before leaning in close. "He dumped him. Soonyoung, he dumped that personal trainer guy, apparently he said things weren't 'working out' and I don't know what to do." Jihoon's eyes sparkled with nervousness and hope as he looked around the room. "Oh shit. Is he here?" Jeonghan laughed and shook his head. "Not yet but he's coming later. Jihoonie don't waste this opportunity. Get him back." Jihoon chewed his bottom lip as he stared into his coffee cup. "What if it's too late? What if it's too soon? What if I scare him off?"

"Jihoon," Jeonghan crooned softly as he leaned his head on his friend's shoulder. "Don't overthink this. Just go after what you want. You've been miserable for six months." It had been so hard for him to watch his friends self-destruct their beautiful relationship. They were perfect for each other and needed to be together again. "Tell him how you feel. If he says it's too soon then tell him you'll wait as long as you have to." Jeonghan looked up to see Jihoon's face steel into a steadfast resolve. "Yeah, you're right, I can't waste this..." "No you can't. Not everyone gets a second chance." Jeonghan stared him down and saw him nod his agreement. "When did you get so great at giving advice?" Jihoon chuckled and Jeonghan smiled. "A lot's changed in the last few days."

Jihoon took his coffee over to sit next to Seungcheol on the couch. The handsome bodyguard was ever watchful, his eyes fixated on his lover, but with a new softness that tempered his intensity. Seungcheol side eyed him and smiled a little. This time the music producer smiled back a little. "I'm still watching you," Jihoon said as he sipped his coffee, "but he's happy. So I'm happy."

Seungcheol liked the surly man. He felt a kind of synergy with all these people who swarmed around Jeonghan and cared about him deeply. It was like dating a man with a stack of overprotective brothers. But he was confident he was winning them over one at a time. Well, except for Jisoo, but he was different.

"He told me you had sex," Jihoon said and Seungcheol almost sprayed his coffee everywhere. "I'm glad it was you and not Jisoo," Jihoon said as he eyed the manager across the room. "Me too," Seungcheol said and this made Jihoon laugh out loud.

"I'm in love with him," Seungcheol said quietly as he watched Jeonghan getting his makeup retouched. "I'm just trying to find the right moment to tell him."

"Don't wait," Jihoon said as his eyes flickered over to the doorway where a certain choreographer was walking in looking tired. "Don't waste time. Trust me, I know, and not everyone is lucky enough to get a second chance."

Seungcheol didn't miss the smile on his face as Jeonghan's eyes met his from across the room. And when he saw Soonyoung brighten at Jihoon walking towards him his own smile was wide and happy.