Another day meant another music show schedule. It meant a whole day surrounded by Jisoo and Minghao, and now Junhui as well, nameless and faceless staff and random people all wanting Jeonghan. He couldn't blame them. Seungcheol rolled over and ran a hand down Jeonghan's bare chest. He could barely see him in the dark pre-dawn light but he could see enough.

Enough to make the hair on the back of his neck a little damp with heat, the hairs on his arms stand on end, his stomach muscles clenched tight with anticipation. Seungcheol hungered for Jeonghan between his legs again, inside him, owning him and dominating him as he writhed underneath.

His mouth watered as his body heated up in the rush of desperate desire. He wrapped an arm around Jeonghan's thin waist and wriggled as close to him as he could, the burn of his erection pressing against the cool naked skin of his lover. "Hmmm..." Jeonghan murmured in his sleep and stretched and the feel of his lithe body in Seungcheol's grasp was incredible.

When the alarm went off he wanted to cry.

"Not fair," Seungcheol groaned as Jeonghan sat up and switched it off. "Sorry Cheollie," Jeonghan chirped happily in the dark. "I warned you about this crazy comeback schedule." Seungcheol nodded and sat up too. He knew. He'd known all along and he accepted it. He would just silently wait for the time when they could at least lay in bed late two mornings in a row.

The sound of the shower roused Seungcheol again. He got up and slipped in behind Jeonghan, all business and no mischief, keeping his hands to himself. No matter how hard it was. He quickly soaped himself and rinsed and got out and was already tying his Magnums by the time Jeonghan emerged in a coconut ginseng cloud of steam and fluffy cotton. "Can't wait to get today over with," he mumbled, his good mood from before vanished into the steam, and Seungcheol understood why.

"It's hard to resist you when you look so soft and smell so good," Seungcheol let a hand wander up the inside of the towel as his lips wandered down Jeonghan's neck. "But this isn't going to get you to the tv studio...." "You're right," Jeonghan said as he offered no resistance. Seungcheol always knew exactly how to turn his moods around.

"Black..." Minghao said as he held up the bottle. "Purple," Jeonghan countered and they sat across the table from each other and stared. "I know how to solve this," Jeonghan said to break the silence. "Cheollie, what would look nicer wrapped around your dick? Black or purple?" Jeonghan fluttered his eyelashes at Seungcheol who blushed and walked over to the table. "Silver," he said picking up a bottle of silver sparkly nail polish and Jeonghan grinned. "Silver it is."

Seungcheol watched as Minghao painted each nail on the ends of Jeonghan's long fingers. His mind wandered to imagining exactly how they would look later when Junhui burst in through the door with panic all over his face. "Seungcheol sir, we have a big problem," his eyes flickered around the room. "Is Wonwoo here?" "No," Seungcheol's brain instantly cleared and focused. "Junhui what is going on?" "Suspicious package," Junhui said quietly as he leaned over.

They hurried along he hallway to where a bored looking security guard and a few show producers were staring at a box.

One of them leaned down and Seungcheol began to run. "No," he called out breathlessly, "don't touch it."

His observations were purely visual and enough to scare him. There was an envelope on the top addressed to Jeonghan and Seungcheol took it and opened it. The writing was scratchy, wandering and rambling, indicative of the writers turbulent mind.

You ignored my warning

You didn't meet my demand

Would you prefer the media bomb or the real one? Maybe I'll drop both

Maybe then you'll learn to listen to me

Your bodyguard stays with the package until you make a press statement cancelling all promotions. You have until midday.

The package was poorly wrapped, lumpy and otherwise nondescript, and he immediately pulled his phone out before shaking his head. He turned to the gathering of people which seemed to have doubled and tried to think quickly. "Who's in charge here?" A woman came forward and nodded at him. "Evacuate," Seungcheol said and she visibly balked. "Evacuate? We have eleven idol groups here today, including their staff, and fans inside and outside the building." Seungcheol rolled his eyes and moved closer to her. He didn't want to appear aggressive but all these people did was try his patience. "We have a potential bomb here. Evacuate the fucking building. And I need a landline now."

He leaned over the front desk and punched numbers into the desk phone with shaking fingers.  "Wonwoo, we've got a big problem, we need bomb squad and emergency services here now."

"What's going on?" Jeonghan said as Seungcheol and Junhui returned to the the room. "Hannie," Seungcheol knelt down in front of him and gathered his hands in his. "Listen to me. Go with Jisoo and Junhui. They'll keep you safe." "What about you?" He slight tremble in Jeonghan's voice gave away his fear. "I'll be fine," Seungcheol said. "Just go with them. People outside will tell you what to do, okay? Wonwoo's coming."

"I-I'm scared," Jeonghan whispered. It was the first time Seungcheol had felt the purity of his vulnerability. He didn't care who was around, who was watching, what anyone said. He opened his arms and wrapped Jeonghan up in a tight hug and pressed a kiss into the hair just above his ear. "We'll be together soon," Seungcheol whispered. "I promise."

Junhui and Jisoo flanked Jeonghan as they joined the slow file of people being ushered out the main door towards the car park. Everyone was whispering amongst them self's wondering what was going on. No one seemed to know. No one would tell anyone anything. Least of all Jeonghan. He hated it a little even though he knew it was for his own good. Seungcheol's job was to protect him from everything but he didn't have to keep things from him no matter how much he wanted to. Jeonghan wasn't a child. He might look pretty and move gracefully but he could take care of himself.

"What's going on?" He asked Jisoo again who shrugged. They watched from the crowd as a few dark police vans pulled up and Wonwoo walked in heading a formidable crew of serious looking police officers. "Wonwoo's here!" This perked Junhui up and he tossed an arm around Jeonghan. "Wonwoo will sort it all out." "Do you want to go home?" Jisoo asked softly even though he knew the answer. Jeonghan shook his head. "When this all gets fixed recording will start up again and I want to be here. He's not going to rule my life like that."

A ripple went up through the crowd and a confused murmur filled the air. Everyone began taking their phones out and looking at something as news spread quickly through the gathered crowd trapped in the car park of the tv studio. "What's going on?" Jeonghan whispered as he grabbed the back of Junhui's shirt and Junhui shrugged. "Shit," Jisoo swore and it was the first time Jeonghan had heard him curse like that. "My phone is still inside. I'll ask Mingyu." He began to push his way over to the tall man who's head was visible above the crowd.

As soon as Jisoo left Jeonghan heard an odd noise. He thought he should be able to recognise it, like the crackle of electricity, but by the time he turned it was too late. He looked over to see Junhui slump to the ground right before darkness encased his head. He felt the hood or whatever was over his head pull tight and his body thrashed around. He couldn't see a thing and any sound he made was muffled by the hood and the noise of the crowd. He flailed his arms and legs, thrashing out wildly, and as much as he liked to think he could defend himself the hood had rendered him helpless.

"Stop fighting," the voice said calmly and then he felt it. The zap rushed through his body and the noise snapped and crackled. He had just enough time to register he'd been tasered before his muscles constricted then released.

He felt himself dragged inside a van, arms zip tied behind his back, ankles shackled together. "Don't worry," the voice said from the front as the van began to move. "I'm not going to hurt you Jeonghan. I just want you to stay away from my Boo and let him be number one."

"But..." Jeonghan tried to justify himself, he wanted to scream at this guy that him and Seungkwan were friends, their 'feud' if you could even call it that was over. But before he could get the words out the van lurched to the side and he scrabbled for purchase on the metal floor finding nothing. He rolled into the side hard, pain rippling through his head, then nothing. Jeonghan was knocked out cold.

"What's everyone looking at?" Jisoo asked as he tapped on Mingyu's arm. "Trouble for you," Mingyu said as he handed his phone over to Jisoo who found it open to a celebrity gossip site. The Star Dispatch was screaming a headline above the photo of Jeonghan and Seungcheol in the pool. Taken so long ago, before there was really anything between them, but with so much evident even through the camera lens. There was no way to spin it.

"Anonymous photographer drops bomb on Yoon Jeonghan's latest comeback."

Jisoo read the headline out aloud. "What a mess," he murmured as Mingyu patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Is Jeonghan going to freak?" The tall manager asked and Jisoo shook his head. "No, he expected this, but I still need to show him." His eyes searched the crowd where he left Jeonghan but all he could see through the crowd was Junhui sprawled on the ground. "Shit," he swore again as he pushed his way through the crowd distracted and looking at nothing but their phones.

Junhui was knocked out on the ground and Jeonghan was nowhere to be found. Jisoo felt sick. This whole thing had been a distraction and they'd fallen for it. Seungcheol was going to flip out.