"What's going on?" Seungkwan asked as he walked backstage and found the four men waiting for him with Mingyu. "Want to come for a drink?" Jeonghan asked. "Not out in public. We have a big problem and we need to talk." Seungkwan looked over at Mingyu who nodded.

"How many of those shirts do you have?" Seungcheol asked as he eyed the billowy white shirt Seungkwan was wearing. It was frilled down the front and tied with a neat bow at the neck. "Here? Four. Why?" Mingyu turned to him with a serious expression and put a hand on his shoulder. "They got a threatening email and we can't be followed. We're going to have to make sure we fool him."

Jeonghan couldn't stop giggling at Seungcheol dressed in the dandy shirt. "You look so cuteeee" he giggled and giggled and Seungcheol scowled into his hands. "The things I do for you," he said as Jeonghan plonked a bucket hat on his head. Jeonghan, although shorter, had switched clothes with Junhui and also put a hat low on his head. The two followed Mingyu to Seungkwan's white SUV parked in the underground carpark. They watched Junhui, who was really feeling himself dressed in Jeonghan's Gucci, follow Seungkwan and Jisoo into the other vehicle. "Is this really going to work?" Jeonghan asked and Seungcheol just nodded at him. It had to. They couldn't be followed.

Cameras flashed at the vehicles drove out together from the car park. They drove one way in the white one and the black one drove in the opposite direction and they continued down the highway in silence. Seungcheol kept turning around to check if they were being followed and they were. He could see him on the scooter, his bright tye dyed shirt hardly inconspicuous, and he leaned over the front to talk while Mingyu drove.

"What's the deal with this guy?" he asked and Mingyu frowned. "He's Seungkwan's number one fansite. He's everywhere we go. He's never shown himself to be a threat and he never tries to get close or anything.." "He always follow you guys back to Seungkwan's home though?" Mingyu nodded. "Okay. I agree that it shouldn't be happening. But he's Seungkwan's number one, he never makes any threats or intrudes, and he always just follows and then leaves. He doesn't even hang around." "He's also our number one suspect," Seungcheol said and grabbed Jeonghan as he tried to crane his neck. "Do not look behind us," he said. "Just face the front."

They parked in the garage of Seungkwan's building and walked into the lobby. They maintained their disguises until they were in the elevator where Seungcheol quickly removed the shirt and pulled on his own black t-shirt from his pocket. "I'll go out and check," he said as the elevator went straight back down. Seungcheol walked out and checked the windows and all seemed clear as he waved Jeonghan and Mingyu back out.

When they climbed back into the SUV Jeonghan and Seungcheol hid in the foot wells of the backseat. Highly illegal and definitely dangerous but the only way to make it look like Mingyu was leaving alone just in case they were being watched.

By the time they hit the highway and were seated and belted Seungcheol was sure they were clear and safe. He finally relaxed enough to reach out and card his fingers through the soft hair on the back of Jeonghan's neck and the man whined a little into the touch. He leaned over and let his head fall onto Seungcheol's shoulder and, for a moment, Seungcheol forgot it wasn't Jisoo driving them. He pressed a soft kiss into the bleached hair and his eyes panicked when he looked up and saw Mingyu watching them. He watched the tall Manager open his mouth to say something, think better of it, and instead drive them to Jeonghan's apartment in silence.

They finally arrived, tired and hungry, to find Junhui on the floor of Jeonghan's living room wrapped around Chan Chan's warm little body. Cat hair covered Jeonghan's thousands of dollars' worth of stage outfit as he rolled on the floor creasing the shirt beyond belief. "Chan Chan!" Jeonghan cried out and hit the carpet as well and Seungcheol smiled at the sight of the two grown men both trying to snuggle the fat little tabby as it put up with their cloying behaviour. "What's wrong with you?" Seungcheol asked as he eyed a sour faced Seungkwan. "I'm allergic," he sneered at the cute cuddly kitten and Mingyu began to laugh. "No you're not. You just don't like cats." "I am allergic," Seungkwan snapped, rubbing his eyes for effect, making Mingyu laugh louder. "Come on," Jisoo said as he pulled at the other Manager's arm, "let's go pour some wine."

Wonwoo arrived, empty handed so far from the CCTV, and the seven men settled in the living room. "You really think it's him?" Seungkwan was sceptical but Mingyu nodded. "They're sure Boo. They even saw him at Jeonghan's showcase. He's definitely involved but we just need some solid evidence." "Who the fuck and you and what do you know about evidence?" Wonwoo said sullenly as he frowned at the tall man seated next to Jisoo. "I know enough," he said as he looked around. "I've seen every episode of Criminal Minds." Wonwoo just rolled his eyes.

"I feel really bad," Seungkwan said softly after reading the email. Two glasses of wine had softened the edges of his attitude and he looked oyoung and lost as he sank further into his armchair. "I feel like this is my fault and I don't know how to help you." Joenghan smiled gently before going over and putting his arm around the younger singer. "It's not your fault," Jeonghan crooned and stroked his hair, "poor baby, don't be sad," he soothed and stroked Seungkwan's hair and the man scrunched his eyes and rubbed his face into Jeonghan's hands. "I thought they hated each other?" Junhui whispered as he leaned over for the wine bottle. "I guess things can change," Seungcheol replied as he smiled at Jeonghan petting the younger singer.

The bottles of wine derailed any hope of a solution. The empty glasses filled the coffee table, Seungkwan was curled up on the couch asleep, Wonwoo had already dragged a rosy and giggling Junhui out of the apartment. Jeonghan was snuggled up in Seungcheol's lap contentedly, strong fingers stroking his dry frizzy hair, the warm feeling in his stomach a combination of expensive red wine and Seungcheol's mouth on his neck. "Cheollie," Jeonghan murmured and the bodyguard barely hummed an answer before resuming his  trail down the soft skin under his lips. "Cheollie can we just call his bluff?" "What do you mean?" Seungcheol asked as he shifted to meet Jeonghan's eyes turned suddenly shy under the weight of what he was asking. "I mean, can't we just do nothing, and if he releases the photos just admit it? Would you be happy if the whole world knew?" His bottom lip trembled as his eyes searched Seungcheol's face. "Would you be okay with everyone knowing the truth about us?"

It only took a second for Seungcheol to nod his agreement. "I'd be okay with it," he said as he chased Jeonghan's lips with his teeth. He caught the bottom one and nipped at it gently before sucking slowly on the plump pink skin. Who wouldn't be over the moon to tell the whole world he had the most beautiful man on earth in his arms? He'd shout it from the balcony if it meant he could wring a few more moans loose from Jeonghan's throat as he licked and sucked at his lips.

But sense somehow managed to crack the heat of wine soaked haze Seungcheol was sinking into. "We need to talk to Jisoo before making any decisions like this. I know you'll do what you want but he's your Manager Hannie." To his surprise Jeonghan nodded his agreement and pulled him from the chair. "Let's talk about it," he said as they stood and looked around. "Where is Jisoo anyway?"

"I shouldn't be doing this," Jeonghan heard the whispered words as he approached the kitchen. "It's very unprofessional..." Jeonghan's eyes flashed at Seungcheol who shrugged and they both peeked around the doorframe. Jisoo was seated on the bench, scattered bottles and glasses beside him, Mingyu between his knees pressed close to his body. "Forget professional," they heard Mingyu mumbling as he nuzzled his face into Jisoo's neck, "aren't you off the clock anyway?" "I guess you're right..." Jisoo gasped a little at Mingyu's mouth on his neck and Jeonghan and Seungcheol made a hasty retreat before they were busted.

"Let's just ask him in the morning," Seungcheol chuckled and Jeonghan nodded. He couldn't wait. Jisoo was never going to live this down.