"You shouldn't be here," Wonwoo scowled slightly as he walked towards Seungcheol. "These guys are experts." "The note says stay with the package. I'm not going to risk Jeonghan's safety over mine Wonwoo. You should know that by now. Nothing matters more to me than that man." Seungcheol's words were without even a hint of self consciousness. Wonwoo just nodded. He understood.

"Move aside," a helmeted officer moved in with a portable X-ray machine. Seungcheol and Wonwoo stepped aside and let the bomb squad do their work. "So at least I have a lead. I pulled some footage from the traffic cameras and got a grainy image. We enhanced it and I ran it through some facial recognition software." The look on Seungcheol's face was as skeptical as it was obvious. "I know-" Wonwoo threw his hands up before Seungcheol could interject. "It would never stand up in court but we needed a lead. Anyway I got a name." Wonwoo pulled a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it to Seungcheol.

"His name is Chwe Hansol." Seungcheol nodded as he fidgeted with the edge of the photocopy. The face on the student ID was the boy who'd been at the showcase. Seungkwan's number one fansite.

"Can't find much information on him. He was enrolled in Seoul College of the Arts as a photography major but he dropped out about a year ago. His parents rent him a house out in the industrial area near the bridge which is kind of odd. Especially since they have money. A lot of it. I've got my guys getting the address now as well as addresses for any other properties they own." Seungcheol nodded. He guessed the kids family had money. How else could he devote so much time to following Seungkwan around every day?

"Excuse me Detective? We've scanned the parcel and negative on any chemical residue. We've X-rayed it and there's something inside but we haven't identified any metal objects or wires." The bond squad officer waited for Wonwoo's response but Seungcheol interjected. "I'll open it. He wants me to open it so it's got to be up to me."

Seungcheol took the knife offered to him and slit the brown paper open. It had been intentionally wrapped to look lumpy and suspicious. This Hansol guy knew what he was doing. Seungcheol peeled the paper back carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when it was done. He took the knife and slid it through the tape holding the top of the box closed and held his breath as he opened it.

Inside, nestled in a bed of shredded paper, was a single dead lilly. Its once-white petals were dry and brown around the edges and Seungcheol bit his bottom lip when he saw it. There was a single piece of paper and he picked it up. "Haha. Tricked you!" was written on it in childlike scrawl with a smiley face sticker stuck next to the words.

"What is this?" Seungcheol wondered aloud as Wonwoo leaned over his shoulder. They didn't get a chance to wonder any longer as a bomb squad officer came over to them. "There's a man at the door called Hong Jisoo demanding to be let in. He says it's urgent."

Jisoo's face was crumpled as he ran towards them along the stark white corridor. He was trailed by Seungkwan and Mingyu all looking equally harried and Seungcheol's stomach began to churn. It only took the few seconds before Jisoo reached him for Seungcheol to add it all up. "Where is he?" He asked as he grabbed Jisoo by the shirt. "I d-don't know..." Jisoo shattered into a million broken pieces as soon as Seungcheol had him in his grasp. "Junhui was with him but there were people everywhere. Junhui was tasered. I was distracted - we all were. He sent out the p-photos...." Seungcheol saw red. Jeonghan has been taken and they'd all been played so easily. His face twisted into and angry snarl as he began to shake Jisoo like a rag doll. "I can't believe you let this happen! Don't you care about him at all? I fucking leave you guys alone for one minute-" "Hey!" Mingyu grabbed Seungcheol by the arms and stopped him. "Calm the fuck down. This isn't Jisoo's fault now let go of him." Seungcheol took a deep breath. He slowly began to unclasp his fingers from the lapels of Jisoo's suit jacket and only then did he see the tears streaking the other man's face.

Seungcheol's brain slowly cleared from hot red rage to a colder and calmer anger. "How can you think I don't care about him?" Jisoo shouted through his tears. "He's my only friend. He's all I have. Without him I have nothing..." "That's not true," Mingyu put a reassuring hand on the manager's shoulder. "You have us. We care about you, we're your friends," when Jisoo looked up at him the tall man winked making Jisoo smile through his tears. "Maybe some of us might even want to be more..." he smiled and this made Jisoo blush and look at the floor.

"Not the time or the place," Seungcheol scowled as he interrupted. "Now tell me exactly what happened. And, wait, Junhui got tasered? Is he okay? Where is he?" "In one of the ambulances outside," Seungkwan said. "Mingyu tried to keep the press away but there's people everywhere. I'll be surprised if they don't know everything by the time we walk out of here." "He distracted everyone by releasing the photos to the Star Dispatch website. Everyone was looking at their phones. I didn't have mine, I left it in here, so I went over to ask Mingyu what was going on. I only left them for a second and I found Junhui passed out by the fence." Jisoo had swung from hysterical to absolutely dejected. His shoulders slumped and he looked like he'd aged ten years in ten minutes.

"Come on," Seungcheol said as he put an arm around Jisoo's shoulders. "We need to talk to Junhui."

"Be prepared," Jisoo said as they approached the double doors. "Everyone's seen the photos Seungcheol." Jisoo flanked him on one side and Mingyu on the other and the irony wasn't lost on him. Choi Seungcheol, the confident and imposing bodyguard, the former police detective who'd taken a bullet to save his partners life. He never imagined he'd need the support and protection of two suited Managers as he pushed his way though a wall of people.

"Seungcheol! Are you and Jeonghan in a relationship?"

"Mr Choi! Mr Choi! Where is Jeonghan now? Is he in hiding from the media?"

"Seungcheol! What do you have to say about the photos? How do you feel knowing you might have ended Jeonghan's career?"

"Keep your head down," Mingyu said as they walked. Wonwoo led the pack, walking assertively through the crowd with his badge out, parting the crowd like water. "Keep walking," Jisoo said as he stopped and began to talk to the reporters. "Jeonghan is not prepared at this stage to either confirm or deny the rumours and is asking for you to respect the privacy of his employee. Thank you. No further comment." Seungcheol heard Jisoo say as they pushed their way to the row of emergency vehicles lined up near the gate.

"I'm so sorry Mr Seungcheol," a wobbly and frazzled looking Junhui cried out when he saw them. "It's not your fault," Seungcheol said quickly as Junhui threw himself into Wonwoo's arms. "Are you hurt? Injured?" Wonwoo ran his hands all over Junhui's face and through his hair as the other man closed his eyes and pushed into the touch. Seungcheol was momentarily distracted by how much the action reminded him of the kitten stashed safely at home before he turned his attention back to Jeonghan. "Can you remember anything important?" He asked and Junhui shook his head. "No. We were just standing there, there were so many people, and everyone started looking at their phones. Next thing knew Jisoo and Mingyu were helping me up off the ground."

Wonwoo let go of Junhui to reach for his phone in his pocket. "I've got the list of addresses," he said to Seungcheol. "Let's go." Seungcheol nodded. "Go back to Jeonghan's apartment and stay together. I'll keep you updated as I can." He looked at the faces of the others, all filled with compassion and concern, all tinged with a hint of fear. "We'll be fine," Seungcheol said as he followed Wonwoo towards an unmarked police car. "I'll bring him home. I promise."